I don't have time to react before he placed a second kiss on my lips. This time his hands wrap around my waist, pulling me on to straddle his lap. I can't think of anything but this kiss. We had kissed before, but that was quick and rushed...and three years ago. His grip on my body was so tight, I could tell he didn't want to let go.
As we pulled apart for the second time we both just started into each other's eyes. I could see the lust in his eyes, the clear wanting for me.
Without saying a word we both got out of the steaming water and went to towel off. No words were spoken on the elevator ride back to his apartment.
He was always quick, but gentle in his movements, softly slamming me up against his apartment door, reaching down to grab my legs so I could wrap them around his body. He carried me like this, all the while placing tender kisses on lips and neck.
We made it up to his room quite quickly. He threw me down onto the bed, hands at either side of my head, looking down at me. His right hand lifted, I could feel the weight shift next to my head, my eyes were locked on his, nothing else mattered. His fingers ever so lightly traced the side of my face, neck, and dangerously close to my breast.
I started to sit up as he began to stand straight.
"I'm cold" I told him shivering.
"I-uh-you can barrow some clothes if you want" he told me, taking my hand and leading me to his closet once more. He pulled out a pair of big, comfy looking Campion sweats and a wife-beater. "Here"
He pulled some clothes out for himself and I headed for his bathroom, grabbing my tote on the way. I took my time in there. Carefully removing the bikini, pulling on my own undergarments, and his clothing. I stared at myself in the mirror, hair a mess and make-up smeared. I decided to throw my hair into a messy bun and clean up my face a bit.
When I emerged from the bathroom Logan was propped up against his head board flipping through late-night shows. He turned to look at me for a brief moment, his eye were bright and happy.
"So, do you want a guest room or would you rather sleep with your best friend?" he asked, turning his attention back to the television.
"Uh, it doesn't matter" I said wringing my wrists.
He patted the empty room next to him, so I took this as an invitation. When I got into the bed and underneath the covers I turned my back to him. Obviously whatever had happened was over now. But then the room grew dark and there was no more soft buzzing of the television. I felt Logan shift in the bed, placing a hand on my shoulder, forcing me to lay flat. He hovered above me, looking straight into my eyes. Then he kissed me again. The soft kiss made me shudder.
He was leaning on one elbow from what I could tell and his other hand snaked its way up to the middle of my bare stomach. This kiss was more passionate, his tongue begging for entrance to my own. I obliged, of course. Logan was a great kisser, I can tell you that much. As our mouths worked together as one, the sexual frustration grew.
His hand slowly made its way up my torso to my breast, taking a right turn to the clasp in the back. There was no need for the look asking for permission as with other guys. He managed to swiftly undo the clasp, pulling the strap with him as his hand rounded my front again. He slowly pulled down both shoulder straps. In less than a minute my bra laid on the floor next to the bed.
Logan pulled away after throwing it, sitting up. I sat up with him, confused, but then i understood. I slowly bad my way over to him straddling his lap, on my knees. He took my mouth in his own again, his hands slowly inching my shirt off. I did the same to him. Hey if I was loosing my shirt, so was he.
Logan was the one to break the kiss again. He took me in. Three years since he'd seen me, three years and I had matured even more. His hands made their way up my torso, lightly brushing my breasts. The kissing began again.
Slow kisses trailed their way down my neck and into my cleavage. Logan gave each breast fair attention. Never once did her he hesitate...
"GOOOOOOOD MORNING LOS ANGELES IT IS SEVEN AM AND ITS A BEAUTIFUL DAY!" were the first words I heard as I awoke the next morning. I looked around, a little dazed and confuse. Where the fuck was I.
OH SHIT. Now I remember.
The warm hands enveloping my body, the fact that both our bodies were unclothed. Did we? No? SHIT. I can't even fucking remember.
As the alarm kept going off, it rose in volume, finally managing to wake Logan.
I heard him yawn as his hands left my body and went into a stretch.
"Morning" he said in his groggy tone. I turn over and look at him with wide eyes. His hard member brushing my thigh at the close proximity. Morning wood. Right.
"Looks like little Logan wants some more attention from Ray Ray." Logan said, a pleased smile on his face as he turned on his back, removing his covers, pointing to his large pride that was standing straight.
"Wow" I said out of disgust. I wrapped the throw blanket around my body as I grabbed my stuff and headed into the bathroom.
After a long shower, a few face palms, and getting ready, I walked about to find Logan fully dressed.
"I've got to go down to the rehearsal space, do you mind coming with me, then I can take you home, or something, after?" He asked.
I gave him a small nod, gathering my things and heading down to his car.
A while late we pulled up to a warehouse. The other three boys where there already, along with, what seemed to be, a whole production crew.
Logan's POV
When we walked into the warehouse I headed straight for the boys. Rachel was angry and I didn't have time to deal with her imminent eruption.
I walked up to the boys who were all staring with funny expressions on their face.
"You two totally fucked!" Kendall exclaimed.
James said "So what are you two together now or something?" Logan could detect, what he thought to be, a hint of jealousy in James' question.
"No and yes" Logan answered them both.
A/N- OHHHHH yay, okay finally i'm finished. but the question remains...what was Logan saying yes to and what was he saying no to? oooh DRAMA!