Logan blinked. She wanted to have this discussion now, with his slick, throbbing tip pressing against her hot, wet slit?
Can you think of a more appropriate time to have it?
His inner voice, the fuck, had a point. And since he’d been honest about everything so far tonight…
“I was with two women during the first six months I was here.” He swallowed the memories of those nights away.
Nights he’d gotten so desperate for a woman he couldn’t dare have, he’d gone to a bar, gotten drunk, and found someone warm and willing to help him forget. Nights he’d left those stranger’s beds feeling worse than he had when his drunk ass had first fallen into them.
Her expression never wavered, though he could’ve sworn there was a teensy, tiny sliver of jealousy lurking within those seas of brown.
Nothing to be jealous of there, sweetheart. I learned early on, there was no substitute for the real thing.
“And the last year-and-a-half?” Natalie asked softly, a hint of hesitation noticeable in her tone. “H-how many women have you—”
“As of this moment?” Logan held her gaze so she’d see the truth in his eyes. “None. Although, I’m sure hoping that number increases by one in the very near future.”
The tip of his cock was pressing against her in a way her inner muscles teased the sensitive area with several short, tight squeezes.
“You…y-you really haven’t had sex for a hear-and-a-half?” Natalie’s dark brows frowned in the moonlight. When he nodded his affirmative, her very next question was, “Why?”
“Wasn’t anyone I wanted to share my bed with.” He cleared his throat. “That’s a lie. There wasn’t anyone I wanted to share my bed with that was…available.”
Logan could tell the moment his riddle sank in.
“No. You didn’t…” She shook her head against the mattress beneath her. “You haven’t been waiting formethis whole time. Have you?”
“Like I said, there wasn’t anyone I wanted to sleep with that was available.” A shrug. “You weren’t available. Not emotionally, anyway.”
“I’m sorry.”
The look in her eyes said she meant it.
“Ah, Nat.” Logan smiled, brushing some hair from her eye. “You don’t ever apologize for that. Not to me or anyone else. I’m just trying to explain how important you are to me.” He leaned down for a sweet, soft kiss. “How muchthismeans to me.”
“This means a lot to me, too.” She nibbled his bottom lip. “And I’m sure it’ll come as no surprise to you, since I pretty much tell you everything, but…there’s been no one else since Hunter.” A quick work of her delicate throat. “And there were only two before him.”
Three. This gorgeous, amazing, sexy as fuck woman had been with a grand total of three men?
Logan didn’t understand it. Couldn’t even begin to. But he also wasn’t going to be pissed that his woman—and make no mistake, she was his woman—could count on one hand the number of men she’d been with.
He wished he could say the same. If he could go back, if he could change those two nights from nearly two years ago, as well as a few others that had been in his life before them, Logan would take them all back.
Because there was only one woman he needed. Only one woman he wanted. And she was laying beneath him, her molten core eager to take him in, and she…
Is still waiting for you to respond, dickmunch.
“I figured as much, but I’m glad you trust me enough you felt you could tell me.”
“Logan, your tongue was literally inside my crotch a few minutes ago.” She kept her expression deadpan. “Pretty sure I’ve trusted you with a lot more this evening than the number of notches on my bedpost.”
He stared at her a heartbeat longer and then…
Logan threw his head back and laughed. “God, I—”
Love you.
That’s what he’d come really fucking close to saying. Because as usual, Natalie had shocked the hell out of him with her case-in-point observation. And yeah, the first thing he’d thought was how much he loved her.