"I'm not putting that in my mouth."

I chuckled as I compared the two different bundles of kale I was holding. "Really? That's not what you said before we came here."

"Very funny," Logan quipped. "I'm serious. It's rabbit food and its gross."

I turned and shot him a look. "It's not rabbit food, it's healthy food." I ran my gaze over his body. A body that I had the pleasure of being inside before we came here. "You've been surviving off of beer and liquor for over a week now. You need real food."

"I had pizza, too," he added like it made it better.

I shivered at the reminder. "Please don't bring that up. You're going to make me puke."

When we finally got to the grocery store, Logan suggested we get something that was quick and easy to make. First he suggested fried chicken that was already ready to go. When I told him no, he suggested macaroni and cheese.

I had looked at him completely dumbfounded. I knew he was dealing with some serious shit, but he was going to die out here if he didn't start taking care of himself. Once I got him to agree to let me cook dinner, I led him to the produce section. And here we were.

"Your rabbit food is going to make me puke," he grumbled.

I picked the freshest kale and sat it in the cart. Feeling oddly brave, I took a few steps towards him. Thankfully, no one was around; otherwise we wouldn't be this close to each other.

"Come on, Logan." I slid my hand under his shirt and stroked his soft skin with my thumb. "Don't you trust me?"

His gaze fell to my lips. "Not even a little," he breathed and I chuckled.

"I promise you wont regret it," I vowed. "I'll even let you pick the dessert."

"What if I want you as dessert?"

My erection throbbed in my pants. Clearly, it was on board with that just as much as I was. I meant what I said—I wasn't going anywhere—and it wasn't because I wasn't staying at Vanessa's anymore.

I still haven't told Logan what happened between Vanessa and me. To be honest, I still didn't know what it all meant. I asked her if she wanted me to leave, and she said yes. But we still haven't actually talked.

I expected her to break it off, but I wasn't just going to assume that it was over. I was going to give her a little time before I reached out. If she did want me gone for good, I still had stuff I needed to get.

But Vanessa aside, I wanted to be here. I knew I missed him, but I didn't realize how much until I saw him sitting on that porch. Even though I had no idea what we were, I didn't want to be anywhere else. Spending time with Logan seemed to be the only thing that made me feel something close to happiness.

I looked into Logan's eyes. After I told him what I was feeling, his anger seemed to melt away. I knew he was still freaking about his family stuff, but I could tell how much it hurt him when I said I wanted to cut ties. Knowing that killed me.

A corner of my mouth lifted in a smile. "I think that can be arranged." I took a few steps back. "How about we make a deal?"

He arched a brow suspiciously. "A deal?"

I nodded.

"What kind of deal?"

I pointed to the cart. "You let me cook you a healthy dinner, then not only can you pick dessert, but you can pick the wine, too."

"You're going to let me pick the wine?"

I was picky when it came to wine. He always preferred white and I favored red. There was something about the sweet wine that I didn't like.

"Yes," I answered. "What do you say?"

His eyes never left mine. "Deal."

"How much longer?" 

I flipped the steak over on the grill. Once he found out steak was the main dish tonight, Logan was a lot more excited about dinner. "It's almost done. Be patient."

Logan came up behind me and placed his hands on my waist. My head instinctively tilted to the right and I felt his lips press against my neck. "I'm not patient. I'm starving."

He sucked at the sensitive skin and I groaned deep. Fuck, that felt good. "Logan...I need to concentrate."

I didn't want to burn our fucking steaks. Then what would we eat? Although, I did stock his fridge. That was another challenge at the store—getting him to allow me to buy him groceries. I had to let him get some of the stuff he wanted, too. I was fine with that. As long as he was eating.

Logan gripped my chin, turning my face towards his. He gave me a deep kiss—yeah, one of those. The kind that made me forget that I had food on the grill. The kind that made me drop the tongs and cup the back of his neck. The kind that made me want to forget dinner and fuck him right here on the back deck. 

"Logan," I whispered between kisses, "the food—is going—to burn."

When he finally pulled away from me, I had to take a moment to get my bearings. My eyes met his and there was a dark hunger that I knew mirrored my own. 

"Fine," he said throatily, "finish cooking dinner. But don't forget," he leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "I call the shots for dessert."

The corner of my mouth lifted in a smile. "Understood." 

After dinner was ready, we sat on the deck and opened the bottle of—cringe—white wine that Logan picked out. I had to admit, it wasn't that bad. I wasn't normally a fan of the sweet stuff, but it was definitely growing on me. My eyes never left Logan as got up from his chair to take the empty plates to the kitchen.

He was growing on me, too. 

I had to admit, I haven't even been here twenty-four hours and I was starting to really like this whole domestic-playing-house-thing we were doing. I meant what I said to him. I wasn't going anywhere; but it still scared me a little. This whole thing with Logan felt normal and right. It never felt like this with Vanessa or any of the other women I dated. It didn't come close. 

"Here you go." 

Logan sat the small plate in front of me and I couldn't help but smile. 

"Really? Fudge sundaes?"

"Mhm." He took his seat across from me and took a bite of his sundae. "I know they're your favorite. Besides, I figured I owed you for the wine." 

I wrapped my mouth around a spoonful of vanilla ice cream, warm fudge, and a caramel. I couldn't stop the moan of blissful satisfaction that escaped me. It had been a long time since I had a sundae. 

"God, that's good." I looked over at Logan who was watching me closely. "What? Do I got fudge on my face or somethin'?"

He shook his head and a small smile formed on his face. "No. Just looking."

As the silence hung between us, I tried to look away from him. It felt impossible. The way he was looking at me now had me questioning everything about my life. I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. 

I cleared my throat. "So, if I hadn't shown up, what would you be doing right now?" 

That seemed to do the trick. He broke eye contact with me and started eating more of his ice cream. "I would be hammered. Probably sitting on that porch swing chain-smoking." 

His tone suggested he was joking, but I knew better. That is exactly what he would be doing. I was glad he wasn't doing that right now. Seeing him like that once when I first got here was hard enough. Logan
Was the type of guy who always seemed like he was in a good mood. It was just who he was. He had that laid-back-down-to-earth personality. It was one of the things I liked about him. The man I saw on the front porch was not Logan Thorne. 

No. The man who was getting up from his chair with that look in his eye—the look that said he was going to have me moaning his name within the hour—that was Logan Thorne.

When he closed the distance between us, he grabbed the arm of my chair and pulled it towards him until I was facing him completely. Unsure what he had planned, I waited patiently. 

His eyes fell to the bulge in my black running pants and he licked his lips. Fuck. Why did I want him this badly? Why was it that only Logan made me burn like this? It always felt like I was going to go crazy if I didn't give in to my desires for him. 

He was clearly on the same page. He knelt in front of me, never breaking eye contact. "You know I'm glad you're here, right?" 

His hand was right next to my dick and I could barely concentrate on what he was asking me. "Yes..." 

"Good," he said with a wicked smile. "Let me show you how much." 

He pulled down the top of my pants and freed my throbbing erection. I gritted my teeth when he wrapped his hand around the base. 

"Logan...we're outside."

"So. No one's here. Just you and me." 

"I know, but—fuck."

Logan wrapped his mouth around the head and I had to grip the armrest to keep from bucking my hips. My head fell back as he started sucking me the way he knew I liked it. His hand stroked me as his head bobbed up and down. I needed to touch him. I needed to feel him. I buried my hand in his hair and my back arched against my will. I was worried about forcing too much in his mouth at once, but he was more than willing to take it all. 

"That's so fucking good," I moaned. Everything about this was fucking amazing. Being outside was a huge fucking turn-on. Even though it was secluded, there was that rush of being caught. Normally that would terrify me, but not right now. Right now, all I was concerned about was the way Logan was bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm. 

He picked up his tempo; his tongue flicking over the tip as he continued to deliver unimaginable pleasure. I felt myself getting closer to that edge and my hand fisted in his hair. He knew it, too. He moaned around my dick and I couldn't hold it back any longer. 

His name slipped past my lips as a groan—and my release shot down his throat. He took every single bit of it before he got to his feet and smirked at me. My chest rose and fell like I ran a fucking marathon.

Logan held out his hand. "Let's go to the bedroom." 

I was so on board with that plan.