“I’m thick ineveryplace, Logan,” I growl, gesturing to my body as if it isn’t obvious.
“Shut up,” he barks. My head jerks back in shock, even as my mouth snaps shut. “I’m still talking, Babydoll, and I don’t like to be interrupted. As I was saying. You’re thick in all the right places. These thighs?” He squeezes them again, his fingers just below the apex. The place I’m already throbbing for him. “I look forward to the day when I can have them wrapped around my head while I eat your sweet cunt. I want my tongue buried so deeply in between yourthickthighs, that I fuckin’ suffocate.”
My heart rate picks up, beating painfully hard in my chest.
He doesn’t look like he’s lying.
“Your tits and ass fit in my hands like they were made for me, Shiloh. We fit together. Every inch of you fits with every fucking inch of me. You see that, don’t you? You get it?”
I reluctantly nod, the corner of my lip tipping up. Fear of the unknown claws at my gut, but I ignore it, focusing solely on his words.
Oh, God, they’re everything.
“These arms?” His hands travel up my body, grasping my fleshy biceps. His thumbs swipe back and forth. The heat from his skin burns me, even through all the layers. “The feeling of them wrapped around my neck a few minutes ago was one of the best things I’ve ever felt in my life. You feel warm and comforting.” He takes another step forward until we’re face to face. “I want to fall asleep with thesethickarms wrapped around me every fucking night.”
The walls around my heart crack, splintering the barrier that’s protected me for so long.
This can’t be real.
“Do you wanna know the craziest part? The part about your body that I love the most? The thought that’s circled around in my head every damn day since I first saw you?”
Love?
Crack.
He swallows thickly, his adam’s apple bobbing with the movement. His eyes bore into mine, penetrating in a way that makes me feel both exposed and seen, all at once. I nod again, my heart now in my throat. My eyes burn and I have to blink rapidly to see straight. Logan’s hands reach up, wiping away the wetness spilling across my cheeks.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Tell me.”
“Do you really wanna know, Shiloh? It’s too much. It’ll scare you away.” He squeezes his eyes closed, and the fingers still on my cheeks tremble. My arms move without thought, mirroring his position. I wrap my much smaller hands around his face, smoothing my thumbs over his dry cheeks. His coarse beard tickles under my palms, but I love the feeling.
His eyes open, and he leans in, resting his forehead on mine. Our hands never move, and this is the single most intimate moment I’ve ever experienced.
“The part of your perfect, beautiful,thickbody that I love the most, is this.” One of his hands leaves my face, and slides down the front of my throat, caressing softly over my breasts and my ribs. Down, down—I think he’s aiming for my pussy, and I barely contain a scoff, but then, he shocks me as he stops on my…
On my stomach.
I try to pull away, memories of the way Cole refused to touch it. The fattiest, most unflattering part of my body. Rolls and excess flesh that is covered in stretch marks. A testament to all my body’s been through over the years. The growth, the loss—
Logan halts my movements. “This. This is what I fantasize about. This belly, rounded as you carry my baby.Our baby. I want to pump you so full of my cum, you’ll be knocked up before I even pull out. I want you dripping with my seed, Shiloh. Is thatreal enoughfor you?”
My heart drops. Completely and utterlydrops. Falls from my chest, through my stomach, the stomach his hand is lovingly caressing, and onto the ground. It stops. Everything stops. My breath wooshes out of my body, my heart no longer beating as time stands still.
What?
His hand tightens on my cheek, his forehead presses harder into mine, like he’s trying to hold on.
“I told you it was crazy.” His voice is a gravelly rasp, thick with emotion. “It’s fucking insane. I know. We hardly know each other. I’m your boss. There are a hundred reasons why this is all sorts of stupid and unrealistic, but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t change a damn thing. I want you. I want you so fucking badly that it keeps me up at night. I want every part of you. Body, mind, heart, and soul. I want your present, your future, your belly big with our kids.I want it all.”
Tears are now steadily streaming down my face, and it takes everything in me to hold in my sobs. There is no second guessing it now. Logan’s serious. He means every single word coming out of his perfect mouth. I want to believe him. I want to believe that he seriously might feel even an ounce of everything he just said.
That he might feel for me, what I feel for him.
I want the picture he painted. I want every single second of it. Him, us, babies. A family. Holy shit, a family. But I can’t—I can’t and he doesn’t know.
The cracks forming around my heart begin to rapidly tape themselves back together, repairing the damage he created. He’d torn that damn wall down so effortlessly, so quickly, and now I have to work to put it back up. Erect the fortress once more, because after I tell him that his dreams,our future, isn’t a possibility, he’ll leave.
Just like Cole.