I know that my eyes are probably about to bulge out of my head in surprise. "With me?"
He chuckles softly and leans in, pressing his lips to my cheek before putting his mouth to my ear. "With you."
He pulls back and looks me straight in the eye. His words are nothing like what I would expect him to say. "I want you, Ella."
I put both hands on his chest to hold him there. It wouldn’t take much for him to convince me, but I’m not going to take advantage of the state he’s in. "You're drunk."
He’s staring at my lips, shaking his head side to side. "No, I'm not. We were gone over five hours, and I had four beers. I'm not drunk."
I start to stutter. "Well, you're not thinking right then." Then it suddenly hits me, and I smack him lightly on the chest. "You feel like you owe me something, Logan, for staying here this week. You don’t owe me anything. What is it? Do you feel it's your duty to give me an orgasm? Is that what this is about?"
His hands slide to each side of my neck, and he leans in toward me. His lips are almost touching mine. "I want to give you an orgasm, but that's not why I'm doing this. I want you, Ella."
I wish I could be completely confident, but that's not who I am. I start to stutter. "Logan, I'm not anything like—" but before I can say Harper's name, he puts his lips to mine. He kisses me thoroughly, molding our lips together. When his tongue invades my mouth and sweeps along mine, I moan, and he draws back.
"I'm not even thinking about her. I'm not thinking about any of the girls that were at the bar tonight. The only one I've been thinking about is the curvy brown-eyed girl that has been waiting for me at home."
I have an internal debate with myself inside my head. Yes, I could say no and get up and walk out of here. It wouldn’t be easy, but I could do it. But that's not what I want, and I know I would regret it for the rest of my life if I did. For the first time in my life, I'm going to throw caution to the wind. "I want you too, Logan."
He smiles, and his voice is husky. "Say that again."
I bring my hands up his chest and loop them around his neck, pulling him in closer to me. "I want you, too, Logan."
Before I can get the whole sentence out, he has laid me back on the bed and seals his mouth over mine.