Chapter 16

"Wow…," Logan exhaled, landing onto his back, letting out a low chuckle.

He hadn't expected this turn of events, even if he'd fantasized about something very similar happening a number of times by now.

Rory just laughed, panting heavily from her second climax that had just washed through her body. Logan's chest was rising and lowering in a similar manner, and his cheeks were reddened from the workout he'd gotten. The best kind of work out - he thought.

Rory felt like she'd just recharged her whole body with those inner quakes, having craved nothing more than to feel the man who was laying naked next to her right now. Against her. His weight on top of her. His strength towards her. His warmth inside of her. His lead which she hadn't wanted to not follow once as they'd made their way from downstairs to her bedroom in a hasty, hungry but at the same time thorough foreplay. She really wouldn't have minded just replaying the recent minutes in her mind over and over again.

As they laid there, Rory didn't bother to cover up, feeling like they were way beyond that, still getting flashes back to ten-some minutes ago with his face, and most importantly - his tongue, between her legs, taking excellent care of her, looking her right in the eyes as he did. Or later as his teeth were grazing her nipples or his lips kissing her neck.

"Is that not how all your dates start?" Rory teased, playing oblivious, running her hand through her hair, casually.

"I wish," Logan chuckled, approvingly, and turned to his side, eager to regain eye contact with her, after having removed the condom and tied it up with a knot.

Safe sex was sexy, even at their age, and the fact that Rory hadn't needed to bring that up, had earned Logan additional bonus points.

"Oh, well… had I known," Rory chimed, smilingly.

"Oh? That didn't live up to your expectations?" Logan continued to tease, brushing his nose against her upper arm, looking up at her and gave her shoulder a little peck.

"It was okay, I guess," Rory downplayed it. Considering that the last time she'd had sex had been with some friend of her co-worker, and mostly to her it had been about getting past a dry-spell, she hadn't been terribly picky that time. Compared to the swarming butterflies and breathlessness she'd felt this time, that really didn't live up to comparison.

"Guess I've got to try harder next time…," Logan murmured.

Rory laughed, unsure whether to joke about the 'harder' or the 'next time', recalling specifically encouraging him along with the first phrase a few times during the last five minutes.

"This is really going to get to your head, isn't it?" Rory replied, feeling utter relief in comparison to the minutes leading up to their encounter. She'd been a ball of nerves, and sure she could just blame temporary insanity or the shot of tequila she'd taken, but now all that had just been washed away, dissolved into nothingness.

And it helped that he was naked too.

"That someone as gorgeous as you didn't expect to be wined and dined before wanting me just for my body?" Logan shot back.

Rory blushed, but her skin didn't show it too well, looking already flushed.

"I can wine and dine myself, thank you very much," Rory chimed cleverly. Under the circumstances going through the motions of a real date really didn't seem like a priority. They'd both known instinctively where this was going, and if their age gave them any liberties - this was certainly one of them - the ability to skip over whatever parts they wanted, making up their own rules as they went.

The tension had been incredible, the build up too - but after some point, Rory had just been ready to cut that pretentious part out. Like letting the water gush through a crack in a dam.

"I am sure you can," Logan replied, approvingly.

A small part of Rory felt like explaining how she didn't do this a lot, but she forced herself to swallow that fake shame, not wanting to be one of those women who apologized for their moods or desires, reminding herself that she was beyond trying to appear innocent. If he judged her for something like that, he wouldn't be the kind of guy she'd believed him to be anyways, hence she felt pretty sure of herself that he hadn't minded. Oh, he definitely hadn't minded if she recalled all the little compliments and exclamations he'd allowed to roll over his lips.

"And for what it's worth I am not using you just for your body. So you wouldn't feel taken advantage of…," Roy added.

"Aw, I'm flattered," Logan chimed with a broad smirk. "Though that'd be impossible," he added to the latter.

"Oh?" Rory replied.

"You can take advantage of me anytime you want," he held up his hands, as if surrendering, trying to keep a straight face.

"We'll just have to see about that..," Rory mused, trailing her index finger from his rough chin to his shoulder.

Logan breathed, closing his eyes for a second, remembering vividly how incredible she'd felt minutes ago - perfect curves to hold on to, modest yet feminine, tight and warm - and that scent… god, he could just not get tired of it. Somehow, even a single one of her fingers touching him in a not too sensual location could turn him on again, causing his member to twitch.

Rory watched his face, choosing to not observe him in his entirety to keep things respectful, how he enjoyed her touch, allowing himself to be vulnerable. He looked so relaxed, so happy and at peace. Had she already earned such trust? If so, how?

Logan's grumbling stomach interrupted his train of thought, however.

"I could probably have our meal delivered, you know?" Logan suggested, deciding to be up front about his empty stomach.

"Could you?" Rory asked, not doubting his abilities but rather made an honest request.

"Coming right up," Logan complied, and sat up, deciding to search for his phone. "You okay with whatever or do you have any requests?" he asked.

"Try me," Rory suggested, turning onto her stomach, wanting to rest her forehead onto her pillow for a moment. She still couldn't quite believe she'd jumped him like that, but deep down she was kind of proud of herself too, feeling giddy and a little victorious of the outcome.

The upstairs of Rory's house truthfully felt like a safe haven to Logan, out of line of sight from his kids. A hideout. He could hear the mumble of his kids in their backyard where they were hanging out. And honestly, considering he knew about their intentions of going out to the town, he didn't terribly feel like going there too much himself. Would they even notice his car was still in the garage? Technically he could've taken a cab too. Would Liam figure it out he'd never actually left their street?

He just hoped Rory wouldn't feel like this was settling - staying in like this.

Logan made the call, doing what he did usually pretty well - ordering for the woman waiting in bed for him. Though, he had to admit - he hadn't done it in a while and ordering for someone like Rory was a lot more pressure for him than he'd imagined. What was it with this woman that made him want to do so well that it made him nervous. Was it that she wasn't predictable? This evening had certainly proven that. Was it that the general rules he knew in his circles didn't apply to her? Probably that too.

"30 minutes, give or take," Logan announced, returning to the bedroom, having found his phone somewhere on the stair landing, in the pocket of his pants.

"Thanks. But just so you know, I have no intention of getting dressed. So you're going to have to get the door when they get here," Rory stated, wanting to test him. He clearly wasn't in a hurry to leave, but could she indeed keep playing with him like this? Enjoying herself with his adoring glances which no-doubt were influenced by the fact she wasn't wearing anything.

The sight that greeted him was a gorgeous nude, looking like she was ready to be painted, still faced down on her stomach, her head laying on her arm. Her back curved beautifully, her ass propped up deliciously as one of her legs was slightly bent.

"Got zero objections on that," Logan hummed, climbing back into bed, grazing the delicate skin of her lower thighs with his nose, aiming to make the wait seem like seconds.