“Tate?”
“What was the question again?”
Logan seemed extremely pleased with himself as he veered off to the parking garage on the left. “I asked if you have an aversion to flying.”
“No,” Tate managed, shaking his head. “What are we doing at an airport, Logan?”
Logan pulled the car into an empty spot and parked. When he took the keys out of the ignition, he looked over to him and said, “I told you I was stealing you for the weekend.”
“In a plane?”
Logan reached across the console and took his chin. He kissed him so hard that Tate wondered if his lips would be bruised, and when he finally raised his head, he said, “Yes. In a plane. I don’t think you understand how fucking happy I am to have you alive and well again. We’ve missed two months of our lives, Tate. This weekend, I want to make up for all of that lost time.”
Tate’s heart jackhammered at the intensity in Logan’s eyes.
Then he added, “The only decision you have to make is whether you come quietly or screaming my name.”
Logan’s mouth took his in an intense kiss. Jesus, yes. This was the Logan he’d missed. He tasted him and sucked on his tongue, and Tate smoothed a hand up to Logan’s hair to try to pull him closer. He ached to be with him again, naked and complete, and when the doctor had given him the all clear and he’d glanced over at Logan, he’d known that the feeling was mutual.
“Ahh, Tate,” Logan breathed against his lips. “Let me do this. Let me spoil you, love on you, and then we can go back to being ordinary. I promise. But this weekend, I want to show you how extraordinary you are to me.”
Tate swallowed as he stared into Logan’s blue eyes, and when he silently nodded, Logan’s lips tipped up at the sides.
“Okay, we need to get out of this car before I lose my fucking control.”
Tate nipped his bottom lip. “Then let’s go. Apparently, I have a plane to catch.”
* * *
Logan settled into the aisle seat as Tate buckled his seat belt beside him and raised the shade on the plane window. He really hated flying; it made him a nervous wreck. But he was willing to push that aside for a weekend away with Tate, and he was glad that he had.
Tate’s expression had been worth his last-minute decision when he’d found out they were headed to New York, and the entire time they’d been boarding, he hadn’t been able to get the grin off his gorgeous face.
“When was the last time you flew somewhere?”
Logan thought about that and realized, Fuck. Wasn’t it when I met Jessica? “Umm…”
Tate didn’t miss his discomfort, and when he turned in his seat and aimed a “spit it out” look at him, Logan swallowed and tried for his most endearing smile.
“A day before you and I met.”
“And?” Tate pushed.
“And what?” he asked. Trying to misdirect Tate’s focus, he glanced over to the flight attendant as she walked by. “Do you think she’d get me a drink before we take off?”
“Don’t try to change the subject. Was that the trip you said was a tight fit—”
“Yes,” Logan said, cutting him off.
He really didn’t want anything to fuck this up, especially not a walk down memory lane with Jessica. So, when Tate put his lips to his ear, he tensed, worried he’d just ruined everything—but that was certainly not the case.
“Bet I’ll be tighter.”
Logan barely caught the groan in his throat as he turned his head, and when their gazes locked, he felt the desire radiating off Tate and wondered how he would make it through the next two hours and ten minutes without attacking him.
“Behave yourself,” he said, loving the sinful glint that lit Tate’s eyes. “I mean it. Keep your hands to yourself, William.”
Tate chuckled and held his hands up, waggling his fingers.
“Ah huh,” Logan grumbled. “Flying is stressful enough for me without trying to control the urge I now have to suck your dick.”
That got a bark of laughter from Tate, and Logan turned to see the woman seated in the aisle across from them look their way. He smiled politely at her until Tate, the handsy fucker, stroked a palm up his thigh and nuzzled his nose into his neck so he could kiss his jaw.
“Would you—”
“Hmm?” Tate murmured in his ear, which had him sliding a little farther into his seat, trying to conceal what was going on between his legs. “Would I?”
“Quit, you goddamn tease.”
“Why? You love it when I tease you. You probably also love that I’m doing it while that woman is watching us.” Tate bit his earlobe, and Logan had to admit that he did love it—a lot. “You do, don’t you? That’s so fucking hot.”