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“Upstairs?” I ask in a whisper as my lips trail up her nape.
“Mmm-hmm,” she whimpers against me.
I kiss her jaw before guiding her towards the stairs, staying behind her and keeping my hand on her hips, trying to hide the noticeable bulge in my costume caused by Logan’s movements.
She hurries up the stairs, and I take them two at a time, both of us obviously wanting to get to my room as quickly as possible. When she reaches the top, I can’t help but grab her arm and pull her back to me. I push her up against the hallway and kiss her hard. My hips pin hers to the wall as my hands find her red hair, her pretty neck, and her waist.
Our kiss is heated and hurried as my hands trail down her thighs before cupping her ass and picking her up. She wraps her long legs around me, and her hands burrow in my hair, her tongue gliding against mine. I groan against her, pushing all my weight into her, including my very present erection.
I want to rip this little green number off of her right now, but I need to get her into my room first. Even though It’s only a few feet away, it feels too far, but still, it can’t happen in this hallway, so I will my feet to move. Carrying her flawless body to my room, I somehow find the door handle to open it, then kick it closed as soon as we are through the threshold.
Turning around, I pin her body up against the back of my door as my hands squeeze her ass and my lips find her neck. Logan’s strained breaths fill my ears as my mouth works its way down to her chest.
“Eli?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I hum in acknowledgment as my mouth continues to pepper her neck, her collarbone, and her chest with haste.
“I want you.”
“You have me,” I tell her between kisses as my lips continue their sweet assault.
“No. I want you,” Logan repeats, saying the words slower, trying to change their meaning in my mind.
Pulling my face away from her neck, I look at her in the eyes. Her piercing greens tell me exactly what she’s trying to convey as they hold my gaze.
Oh. She wants me. She wants me...inside of her.
“Tonight?” I ask as I hold her body up and pinned to the back of the door. “You want to have sex...tonight? Like right now?” I ask again, my voice a bit shaky and rushed.
I wasn’t sure when this day would come, but I find myself a little shocked that it’s finally here.
She nods her head in agreement, but her green eyes are a little red from the booze as she looks at me.
“Baby, we can’t,” I regretfully tell her as I think about the amount of alcohol that she and I have both consumed tonight.
“What?” she asks, her face instantly losing its color as she gently pushes herself down to stand on her own feet.
“No. Not like that,” I say with urgency. “Fuck. I want to. Trust me. God, do I want to,” I add, trying to reassure her, but still, her expression looks hurt and confused.
“Logan, you’ve been drinking, and I want you to make this decision when you’re sober.” I push a strand of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
“I did make this decision when I was sober. I’m just telling you when I’m drunk,” she says with a bit of a slur. Enough to reinforce my decision that we can’t have sex tonight.
I try not to, but I let out a chuckle as she tries to convince me. “Well,” I begin. “I’ve been drinking too, and I’m pretty buzzed right now.” I cup the sides of her face as my eyes search hers. “And I want to be completely sober when we do this. I want to be able to remember every second of it.”
Her concerned face softens as she takes in my words. It takes a moment for her to agree, but eventually, a shy little smile takes over her lips as she nods her head in my hands.
“You’re too good to me,” she says, which makes my heart melt. All I’ve ever wanted is for Logan to feel cared for and loved.
“And you’re too good for me,” I say in response, which makes her shake her head before wrapping her hands around my neck, pulling my lips to hers.
I can’t believe she’s ready to have sex with me. I’ve waited for this day since the night she ran into me and spilled my drink down my shirt. I also can’t believe I had to tell her no. Or at least, ‘not yet.’ I love her too much to do such an important thing when she’s drunk.
And I do love her, every part of her. I love her shy side, I love her confident side, and I love all the sides that only I get to see. I want to tell her. It’s been on the tip of my tongue for a while now. I almost let it slip out this morning when I was leaving her room, but I don’t know when I should say it. Is it still too soon? It’s only been a few weeks since we officially got together, and I’ve never done this before, so I don’t know if there’s a timeline on when it’s acceptable to admit.
I’ve been meaning to ask Marc. He has more experience with the whole relationship thing than I do. But I do know that I should wait until I’m sober in the same way we need to wait to have sex. It’s too important to be tainted with alcohol. Tomorrow maybe, if the timing feels right, I can tell her then.
Suddenly, Logan’s skillful fingers find the zipper of my costume as she begins to pull it down.
