Chapter 2

The butterflies dance in my stomach as he carries me through the small living room to his bedroom. I know that I shouldn't be so nervous since this isn't the first time that he has whisked me away in the safety of his arms, but anticipation of what I really want tonight is getting the better of me.

Without a word he flips the light switch off with his elbow, sinking the living room into darkness and pushes his bedroom door open with his hip. It swings open and makes a soft thump when it hits the wall, and he carries me across the threshold.

His room is cast in shadows by the moonlight that filters in from the skylight above, highlighting the perfectly made bed in the center of the room. I shift in his arms and unclasp my hands from his neck, letting one slide down to his cheek. Slowly I turn his face from the shadows where he prefers to lurk into the light and looking into his eyes lose myself in the intensity they possess. I bring my face to his and tentatively brush my lips over his in a whisper of a kiss.

I feel the warm ache that I have been fighting for months surge past the fear as he settles me on the bed and moves his lips against mine. The desire and anticipation of him touching me makes me feel so alive again. I think he knows that by my willingness to surrender that I want to be with him tonight.

I try to relax and enjoy the way he makes me burn inside, but as he unfastens the first button of my shirt the panic starts to creep back in. He pauses and looks into my eyes and I know he sees my hesitation. Letting the fabric go he brushes his fingertips along my cheek. Dipping his head to nuzzle my neck he murmurs, "Just say the word Lulu and I'll stop, I promise."

The familiar war echoes in my head, between the sexual want I have for him and the fear that I will end up the same way as last time, alone and pregnant. I haven't been with anyone else since that one and only time, and even though I trust Logan I'm not sure if I am ready for this.

But as his lips finds the hollow of my neck and his tongue cleverly circles my exposed collarbone, only a tiny high pitched gasp escapes from my lips and my hesitation fades. My fingers travel up the nape of his neck and I close my eyes while his mouth seduces my senses, only then do I feel the cool night air dance across my bare stomach as the last shirt button flicks open.

My eyes spring open wide as his cool calloused hand scorches my skin, and he kisses me again before I can protest. His mouth teases and seduces me until I pull away simply to breath.

He smirks at me and rolls on his side facing me with his head propped up on an elbow. I watch him with clouded eyes as his fingertips dance up my rib cage and skim over my lacy bra.

He surprises me because I never would have guessed that the aggressive, intense man that I know could be capable of this type of tenderness. I had expected him to be hard and fast and demanding, but he's not and I will be forever grateful.

With my decision made I sit up on the bed and let me shirt tumble from my shoulders and discard it on the floor. He watches me as I sit there and slowly lean over him until my lips are only a breath away. Looking into the depths of his eyes I find my own reflection and let the protective walls crumble, I whisper, "Make love to me."