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As soon as we walked through the door, Logan tossed his keys across the table and pushed me against the door.

Our lips met in passionate kisses as he quickly worked his way down my neck, nipping at my tight skin.

A small moan escaped my mouth and I felt him smile. His brought his lips back up to mine and reached behind me to lock his door.

"No one's going to interrupt us tonight." He whispered in my ear.

I smiled on the outside, but on the inside, I was fighting with myself. Of course, I know that if Logan and I would take this into the bedroom, I wouldn't stop him simply because my hormones are raging and he's super hot.

But was he ready for this? And by this, I mean just some touchy feely action.

I'm not ready for sex. Not yet.

And I don't think he is either.

When I'm ready for sex, I say the words 'I Love You'. I'm a traditional girl, I guess. Either that or I just don't want to give myself to someone completely until I'm ready to verbalize it.

Logan kept kissing my neck below my ear, making me shiver all over. I wrapped my arms around him, scratching at his back.

He chuckled in a lower, more sexual voice and nippled at my ear lobe.

"C'mon Audrey. You could be my naughty nurse."

Role playing? Goodness, you sure know a way to a woman's heart.

I put one of my hands behind his neck and pulled his mouth up to mine. I kissed him with passion and bit at his lower lip.

I couldn't take it anymore. I'd had enough fighting with my mind. I'd worry about the consequences another time.

I let my hands take over as I tugged at his hands and pulled him upstairs and to his bedroom.

He shut the door behind us and pushed me down on the bed, then crawled on top of me. We pulled our bodies close together and explored each other's bodies with our hands.

I slipped my hands up his shirt and over his chest, working down towards his happy trail and to the top of his jeans.

This touch made him moan and he leaned up to remove his shirt, so I copied him.

He admired my upper half and smirked. He moved down, trailing kisses down my chest and stomach. He had cupped on of my breats in his hand and began massaging it.

I arched my back slightly at the feel of his hand on my chest, the other hand working on the button of my pants.

I tried to unbutton his pants as well, but he had grabbed my hand and moved it elsewhere.

"I'm the one calling the shots tonight, babe." He said in a deep, husky voice. It was so much different than the voice I heard in the songs or in everyday speech.

The lowness of his voice turned me on even more and I moaned as he slid my jeans off of me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me, the hardness in his denim rubbing against me.

I wasn't sure how much of this I could stand. I just wanted it to be done and over with, but on the other hand I loved the torture.

He quickly put his hand on my back and unsnapped my bra, allowing it to fall off of me. He gazed at my breasts and I felt so exposed being left in only my panties.

His mouth went down and met one of my breats, his other hand taking the other one. I bit my lip and closed his eyes as I felt his tongue twirling around and around.

I moaned a little bit louder than expected and he stopped as he moved down and slowly slid my panties off of me.

He tossed them off of the bed and laid on top of me, propping himself up on one arm. He tangled his hand in my hair and let the other one trail down my naked body to my sweet spot.

Slowly, he rubbed against my clit, making me moan his name.

"Logaaaan..."

He smirked and watched my face as he went in a circle over the area and down to the opening, teasing me with his fingers.

I looked at him and bit my lip. He really enjoyed watching me squirm.

He continued rubbing and put his face close to mine that our noses were touching.

"I've been waiting to do this since that day your brother interrupted us." He said in the sexy tone.

I was about to reply whenever he caught me off guard by shoving two fingers inside of me. I nearly screamed from the force, but he cut me off with a kiss.

He kept pumping in and out of me, fitting in three fingers. I arched my back and tangled my hands in his hair, not breaking the kiss.

He started rubbing my clit again with his thumb and it about sent me over the edge. I started breathing heavily and shaking uncontrollably.

My climax was coming soon.

I concentrated on the feel of his pumping fingers, his lips on my neck, his bare chest pressed against mine. It was almost too much for my brain to register.

My body kept shaking and I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as I finally released myself. His pumping slowed to a stop and I caught my breath.

Logan wrapped both his arms around me and kissed me on the forehead. He looked at me and smiled.

I smiled back, but was speechless. All I managed to say was, "Wow."

"That good, huh?" He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

I kissed him on the nose, "Yeah. But you're defintely getting it back."

He looked at me and shook his head, "Nope. Not today."

I was shocked. A guy was actually refusing foreplay? "Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes. I told you this was my night to call the shots and I say you can't touch me."

I rolled my eyes, but kissed him nonetheless. Now I know for sure that Logan's a keeper.