"You're making it really easy to want more," she groans, light airy breaths on his neck.
He grins, lightly biting onto her creamy skin. "You're making it really hard not to want more," he whimpers, pressing against her, emphasizing his words.
She sucks in a breath, stuck between surprise and pride, her fingers curl into his hair and she kisses him with needy want and passion that's built up inside her.
They're waist deep in his swimming pool, her back against the wall, his fingers holding steady onto her naked waist and her hands firmly grasping at his tanned shoulders.
His nose nuzzles against hers, her eyes close and her lips form this smile that reminds her of what a giddy mess he turns her into.
They hold each other for a few moments, trying to catch their breath and calm down which proves to be incredibly difficult when they're a breath away, skin against skin, and have the entire house to themselves.
He tucks away damp stay hair from her face, cupping her cheek and smiles at her when she opens her blue eyes.
He leans in, nose brushing past her jaw and lips grazing against her earlobe as he whispers, "I like you all wet."
Her body flushes with warmth as she aches against him and she tries to get the dryness out of her throat. She drops an open mouthed kiss onto his shoulder, lightly biting on his skin before pulling away and she lets out, "Then we should do this more often, don't you think?"
He sucks in a breath, pushing away from her and shakes his head. "You're killing me, Mars."
She chuckles, watching him with amusement as he moves further away, going in for a dive, away from the wall - away from her. She sinks into the water, watching him swim laps and she can't deny the disappointment at the loss of contact.
She knows it's because of her that he's pushing himself away and holding himself back but she doesn't really want that. She knows she's not completely ready but she needs more than heavy make out sessions because her feelings for him consume her in ways she's never felt before and she needs to let it out before she bursts into flames.
She allows herself to be fully engulfed in water before she joins him in swimming laps; he's not the only one that needs to cool off.
She has his t-shirt flowing over her, draping at her thighs like an overgrown dress and she loves it - or more specifically the darkened look in Logan's eyes when he sees her in it.
"Does it look okay?" She asks, innocently, tilting her head as she stares at him as she tries to hold back her smirk - because she knows already that he likes it.
He bobs his head, silently staring her over and she can see him holding back - restraining himself - she can't help but enjoy the fact that he has to contain himself just because of how she's dressed. She's read about how boyfriends enjoy their girlfriends wearing their clothes but the way he's looking at her like he wants to devour her catches her by surprise - she can't believe he wants her this much especially when she isn't doing anything except standing there in his oversized t-shirt.
"You're beautiful," he lets out, finally closing in on her. Her eyes flicker up to meet his, tipping on her toes, she wraps her hands around his neck and kisses him, deep and needy.
His arms reflectively wrap around her back, drawing her into him. He knows he's holding her tightly but he can't seem to help himself and she's squeezing herself into him in a way that tells him that she doesn't mind.
She grabs onto his head, pulling him into her and tilting her head because she wants more and more and she wonders how far he'll let her go before she has to say something.
His hands draw to her butt, lifting her up onto him and she tightens her legs around his waist, mouth still on his as he moves them to the bed.
She's breathless, blonde hair fanned out beneath him and she stares at him, lust coloured into her blue eyes. She grabs at his shirt, bringing him down to her and kisses him again. Her lips fall to his neck and shoulder, restlessly tugging for him to remove his shirt - shirts.
"Why so many layers," she whines out, huffing in frustration. He obligingly removed them, lips on her skin to ease her wails.
She starts to remove her shirt - his shirt that's on her - but he stops her. "You look so sexy wearing it."
She feels sexy. Whenever he looks at her like that - like she's the embodiment of temptation - she feels sexy. It's so ridiculous because she's never thought of herself as sexy before but he says it, his hot mouth is on her showing her how much he wants her and it's exhilarating to know that she has that affect on him.
She feels more comfortable in his shirt than her swimsuit. She's never thought shirts could be a thing of sex appeal but he's groaning above her, his lips are on her skin and her name trailing from the back of his throat into her veins.
"Touch me," she whispers out, her voice is dry and raspy, her body is hot and she feels dazed but she needs more and Logan seems intent of staying within boundaries he's drawn for himself so she guides his hands to rest on her rest on her breast.
He groans, loudly, squeezing her boob and she squirms underneath him. His hand is warm and large and the tightness feels good in ways she didn't know it would.
She moans, softly, encouragingly and he's taken away by how beautiful she is and how damned hard it is to do this with her. He wants to take her in his mouth and make her his right here and now so he closes his eyes and tries to control himself. His mouth comes to her stomach and he leaves open mouth kisses.
"Bite me," she whispers between breaths.
He looks up at her, dazed and turned on to the point of pain. "What?"
She shudders, his fingers still pressing against her boobs. She lets out a breath and allows, "You can leave a hickey." Her fingers come to trail underneath her breast. "Here," she whimpers. "You can bite me here."
It doesn't take long after that for Logan to pull away and go take a shower, Veronica lays in his bed, the smell of him so prominent and intoxicating. It's further that they've gone before but she still feels like she wanted more. She wonders how far is actually the more that she wants. It makes her wish that she had someone to talk to.
Meg would warn her against anything sexual and it's hard having this conversation with the person that's taken the role of mother in favour of sister so going to Meg for advice is a no go.
She supposes the only other female that she could speak with was Georgia, they were friendly enough but Veronica really doesn't wanna hear about her talk about Wallace in that context.
She figures she could just talk to Logan but she doesn't know how to explain it. She wants more but she doesn't know how much more she wants. She doesn't want to push him to the point of frustration but she doesn't want to broadcast how inexperienced she is in comparison to him even though he already knows it.
She sighs, letting herself fall into his fluffy pillows and closes her eyes. There's a slight smile on her face when she cuddles into his pillow as she thinks about the purple marks he's left behind.