“Enough,” he said when the pressure started to build too much. “Come here.” She gave him one last, slow lick and then stood, slipping her panties off.
“Do you know why I wore a skirt?” she asked after she straddled him again.
“So we could do this, thus making me a happy man?”
“You’re so smart.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, she eased down on him and made him a deliriously happy man.
Later, as Dani dozed against his shoulder, Logan wound a strand of her hair around his finger and wished he could read her mind. Was she still only looking to have an affair for however long it lasted, or was she maybe starting to consider a future with him?
That she liked him, he knew, but could she ever love him?
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Logan showered and then wandered into the kitchen. Dani stood at the counter whipping eggs, Regan balanced on her hip.
“Gan!” Regan yelled, and held out her arms.
Unable to resist, he walked up behind Dani, brushed the hair away from her neck, and pressed his lips to the soft skin behind her ear. “Hello.”
She rested her head against his shoulder. “Hey, you. Hungry?”
“Oh yeah.”
Her chuckle was soft and throaty. “No, silly, I mean for food.”
“That, too,” he said, his stomach growling, putting truth to his words.
“I heard that. I think there are only two things men care about, sex and food.”
“I think you’re right.” He gently bit her neck, feeling a shudder pass through her. Regan grabbed ahold of his ear and tried to twist out of Dani’s arm. He could imagine a lifetime of nights like this, the three of them in the kitchen, talking, playing, touching. Desperately wanted it.
“Come here, little girl,” he said, and took Regan from her. “We’ll be in the living room. Why don’t you fix our plates and bring them in there, unless you need me to help.”
“No, go entertain my little stinker,” she said, and gave Regan a smack on the lips. “That’s what you can do to help. Cheese omelets okay? That’s about all we have until I can get to the grocery store tomorrow.”
“Have I ever told you how much I love . . . cheese omelets?” he asked, and left before she could answer.
Apparently he had tickled Regan to sleep. He’d have to remember that little ploy. Glancing at his watch to see fifteen minutes had passed since he’d left Dani in the kitchen, he started to get up and check on her when she walked in with one plate and a cup of coffee.
“Here’s yours. Be right back.”
She returned and settled down on the floor near him, putting her plate on the coffee table next to his. “After hearing your stomach growl, I thought you’d be done eating by the time I got back.”
The aroma of the omelet filled with cheese, mushrooms, and jalapeño peppers wafted up to him. “I do have some manners, though I’ll admit it wasn’t easy to wait.” He scooped a forkful of the eggs into his mouth and sighed. She made a mean omelet. “Good,” he mumbled around another bite. “Sorry.” He chewed and swallowed. “Hungry.”
“When a woman’s meal reduces her man to one-word sentences, then she’s doing something right.”
Her man? His heart did an agreeable flip. The scene was so domestic and so foreign to him that his throat hurt. Was this how it was for most families? The father and mother laughing and joking over dinner while their child slept peacefully and safely nearby? Growing up, his perception of domestic bliss had been scrounging enough food to keep Maria healthy and successfully hiding her from their mother’s johns.
His first real family had been his SEAL brothers. The basic underwater-demolition training had been a bitch, but it had been the first time in his life he’d made a true friend. In BUD/S training, he’d tried to maintain his distance from the others, knowing most of them would give up and ring the bell. From the first day, he’d sworn he wouldn’t pull the rope that would toil his failure to endure the agony it took to call himself a SEAL.
He’d never had a close friend and didn’t know how to go about making one. Enter Evan. Logan smiled thinking of his friend.
“Why are you smiling?”
Logan hesitated. A week ago, he would’ve shut down before talking about Evan, the guilt too much to bear. His heart no longer hurt, however, when the memories came. They were good ones and he wanted to share them.
He didn’t want to make her sad, yet he wanted them to be able to talk about his friend, her husband, and Regan’s father. Hoping she would like hearing his Evan story, he plunged ahead.
“I was just remembering when I first met Evan.”