Chance (4 page)

Despite her many questions
and ongoing frustration with the situation, Charlotte decided not to push things.
Although inside she was burning for him, she had fantastic self-control. She'd simply
force herself to wait until Logan came to her, when he was ready. She hoped
he'd be ready sooner rather than later.

Luckily, she had her convenient
battery-operated friend in the top drawer of her bedside table. It helped her
keep her sanity, as well as to stop her from spontaneously combusting. Sadly,
what that friend provided her with was akin to astronaut food. It'd kept her alive,
but certainly not satisfied.

One evening, after walking
her home after dinner out, they'd paused outside her front door for what she'd
assumed would be another goodbye cuddle and a sweet kiss. However, Logan
completely took her by surprise.

“Aren’t you going to
invite me in, so we can have sex?”      

Her eyes widened and her
mouth dropped open. She was so shocked by his unexpected words, she didn’t know
how to respond. She just froze in shock.

It wasn't only surprising
to her he'd finally wanted to have sex. She was extremely thrilled about
that
sudden turn of events. However, how he'd asked her struck her as being so
unlike him. Logan was always so charming and charismatic. He was usually
romantic, showering her with complements and affection. This question of his
just seemed odd and quite out of left field.

Charlotte had fantasized
about this moment countless times. She certainly never expected him to blurt
out such a basic proposition, especially for their first time. She expected him
to do something more in the heat of the moment, or at least something
slightly
romantic. They hadn't even kissed tonight. It seemed was so blunt and out of the
blue.

She certainly wasn’t
offended or insulted, just shocked. When she thought about their relationship
and how he'd acted since they'd met, she realized this was, in fact, typical
Logan. He had an interesting way of surprising her. Although, it certainly
wasn't romantic or done in the most charming of ways, he did have this odd
habit. It was the same with their first kiss. Just when she was getting comfortable
with things as they were between them, he'd do something to put her back off
balance. It was difficult to know what to expect of him.

He chuckled quietly at
her response. “You look like a deer caught in headlights.”

He took both of her hands
in his, linking their fingers gently.

“It’s a simple enough
question, sweetheart. We’ve been together for over a month now, and we've never
had sex. I think it’s about time we did, don’t you? Unless you’ve lost interest
in me…”

“Of course, I haven't
lost interest in you,” she said, feeling her face heat up as she blushed. “I’ve
been ready and wanting to for a while, now…it’s just…I thought…you…”

“Well then," he
interrupted her. "Are you going to invite me in, so we can have sex?” he
repeated the question, his eyes glinting with something. Humor? Satisfaction?
She couldn’t quite tell what.

Still blushing, she
looked at the ground. It seemed as though he was forcing her to ask him, as if
she was supposed to say certain words. It seemed weird he wouldn't just start
kissing her or even asked something like, "May I come in." Once he
was inside and they were kissing, things would normally progress in a natural
way. This seemed rather awkward and forced—uncomfortable.

Charlotte didn't want to
ask, negotiate or even speak about them having sex, she just wanted to go ahead
and do it. Yet she recognized his request for her to ask him and she seemed
helpless to find a way around it. He somehow made her
feel as though
she
was the abnormal one of the two of them. He almost made it seem as though she'd
been the one who hadn’t wanted to take their relationship to the next level.

A little annoyed, she
looked back up at him, clearing her throat rather dramatically.

“Logan,” she said, in a
posh voice and with a hint of sarcasm. “Would you like to come in so we can
fuck?”

If he noticed she was
angry, he didn't show it.

“Why certainly,
Charlotte,” he answered, adopting a similar fake posh English accent to the one
she'd used. “That would be quite splendid.”

She giggled at his apparent
cluelessness. They went inside and she offered him a drink from the fridge and
poured them each a glass of wine. They sipped it over the kitchen counter, and
she found herself, in all too familiar territory. Again, she was waiting for
him to make the first move.

Fuck this, she thought, and
dramatically put down her wine glass. Then she grasped him by his shirt, pulled
him close and kissed him aggressively.

They kissed passionately,
with him pinned against the kitchen counter, as she ground her body against his
thigh. When their breathing became faster and ragged and she felt the moment
was right, she grabbed his hand and led him upstairs. They began to kiss again
as they reached the landing. They did an awkward kind of groping, stumble/walk
to the entrance of her bedroom before nearly falling through the doorway.

They stopped at the bed. Charlotte
once again, took the lead as the aggressor and ripped his shirt open. Buttons flew
and clattered as they scattered and landed on the hardwood floor. She passionately
raked her fingers across his muscular chest.

Charlotte was totally caught
up in the moment. She was extremely aroused, not only by him, but also by her
own aggressive actions. It seemed so long since she'd taken charge of any
situation between them. However, her feeling of control didn’t last long.

Breaking away from her, Logan
pushed her backwards onto the bed. She squealed as she fell, shocked at the
suddenness of the move. She immediately found him on top of her. He pinned her
hands together above her head, grasping both of her wrists with one hand, and he
kissed her passionately. She kissed him back, deciding she liked this new twist.
She'd just go with it, enjoying the moment.

She didn’t protest as his
free hand groped her breasts roughly. His thigh suddenly forced its way between
her legs. She parted them; gasping as her skirt rode up and she felt the
roughness of his jeans as they rubbed against her thin panties.

Logan’s free hand pulled
her shirt apart savagely and found its way under her bra. He twisted and kneaded
her soft flesh. She kissed him hard, biting his lower lip as he pinched her
nipples. He released her hands and knelt above her as he unbuckled his belt and
jeans. She watched him greedily, as he revealed his erect cock. It was
magnificent. Her mouth watered; she had to have it.

She reached towards him,
again raking her nails over the skin of his torso. He slapped her hands away
and then his hands snaked under her skirt, grasping the soft nylon of her pantyhose.
Again, she squealed in surprise as he ripped them open with his brute strength.
He pulled the annoying material away like strands of taffy.

Logan was a man
possessed, so intense and passionate. He was so gorgeous and sexy. Charlotte,
now ravenous with lust for this new, entirely aggressive Logan, began to pull
her panties down her thighs when he fell upon her.

Thrusting at her almost
blindly, he'd missed his mark. She used her hand to guide him inside of her and
gasped at the sudden intrusion. She was extremely aroused and wet, but it had
been so long since she'd been with anyone he felt enormous inside of her,
almost too big. It took her a few moments to adjust to the sensation as well as
for her body to accommodate his size.

The teeth of his zipper
chafed her thighs as he thrust in and out of her. Finally, he found his rhythm
and she clamped her legs around him to keep him buried deeply inside of her.
She moved in harmony with him, meeting each thrust of his with her own. She
dragged her nails down his muscular back then slid them up underneath his shirt
to touch the warm hidden flesh beneath. She loved the feel of the smooth, hard,
warmth of his gorgeous body.

The sex was intense and
fiery. Logan displayed the strong, dominant side of him that she was now
convinced, had first attracted her to him. His hard, almost brutish thrusts made
her body shake and tremble beneath him. It felt so amazing. She couldn't get
enough of him.

When she knew he was close
to his orgasm, she slipped her hand down between them and grasped the hot,
slippery shaft of his cock. Charlotte used her fingers to stimulate both of
them where their bodies met. He moaned, long and loud as he threw his head back.
His hips gave a final juddering push forward, as she screamed her climax. Her
inner core gripped his cock rhythmically as he emptied into her core. They
convulsed and trembled, gasping, groaning and sighing together throughout their
mutual release.

Finally, he collapsed on
top of her, breathless and sweaty from exertion. That was where they lay,
clinging to each other as their breathing and heart rates slowed back to
normal. They simply basked in the sweet aftermath of the intimacy of their first
time. She stroked his hair as his warm breath tickled her neck.

“Tell me you love me,”
Logan said quietly near her ear.

Her heart skipped a beat.
She’d never said that to anyone before, except her parents, but that was a
different kind of love. Her feelings of affection for Logan had grown steadily since
they'd met. She certainly cared for him dearly. Charlotte always looked forward
to seeing him and missed him when she didn't. She thought about him all the
time. She even dreamed about him. However, in all honesty, the thought of love
hadn’t crossed her mind—not until that second.

The idea of 'love' scared
Charlotte. It seemed too soon for her to declare such a claim. She simply wasn't
ready. That would take time. She felt love was something that couldn't be
forced. It must come naturally. However, she sincerely cared deeply about Logan,
and she didn't want to hurt his feelings.

She'd had sex with
several men in her life and only cared for a couple of them. She'd never come
close to what she felt for Logan. She realized she'd felt more for him than for
anyone else she'd been with. She knew her feelings were both genuine and deep.
He was very special to her. She also knew she didn't want to lose him.

Logan rolled off her and
propped his head up on his hand as he regarded her with an insecure looking
frown. He looked like a sad puppy dog and it pulled at her heartstrings.

“You do love me, Charlotte,
don’t you?”

Once again, he'd knocked her
off balance. She was still relaxed, languid and feeling quite close to Logan in
the afterglow of their lovemaking. She paused only for a moment. Perhaps she
did
love him. She
probably
did. She believed that was good enough for now, as
she looked into his beautiful, vulnerable eyes.

“Of course I do,” she
whispered.

“Well then, tell me,” he
said, as he looked in her eyes earnestly.

“I love you.”

She said the three simple
but significant words quietly but without any further hesitation.

That was obviously more
than good enough for Logan. He smiled and kissed her softly on the lips, then
more deeply.

“Take your clothes off,”
he ordered.

Never one to take orders,
Charlotte nevertheless found herself turned on by his dominance. As he twisted,
pulling off his jeans and shirt, she removed her clothes. Almost as soon as
she’d stripped herself naked, Logan crawled over her and parted her bare thighs
with a nudge of his right hand before pushing himself deep inside of her again,
his hips rolling forward. She gasped at the heady mix of pleasure and slight
pain, while clinging to his waist, as he began to make love to her again.

Sex with Logan was, and would
always be, a tiring experience for her. He was quite demanding, both physically
and emotionally. She'd later discover he had a large, even voracious, sexual appetite.
He'd been struggling to suppress and hide it from her during their initial courting.

While they lay together in
each other’s arms after their second encounter, he asked her to move in with
him. It was yet another unexpected request. Charlotte didn’t know whether she
was ready for that significant, as well as a life changing step. Between her
hormones, her physical exhaustion and everything that had already taken place,
she didn't know what to say.

This night had already
been so huge for her. They'd made love for the first time. She'd told Logan she
loved him after never telling anyone outside of her parents that during her
entire life and now this. Her head was spinning. She could barely process his
request.

Charlotte had never lived
with anyone before, not even a female friend. Her previous relationships with
men had always been short term and casual. She'd see them only once or twice a
week, at the most. They'd both maintain their own separate lives, residences and
existences.

Things had been different
with Logan since the beginning. She'd seen him very frequently and he called
her constantly when they weren't together. He didn’t want any short term or
casual relationship with Charlotte. He wanted to be with her twenty-four hours
a day, seven days a week. He wanted to spend every waking minute with her.

She found this level of
adoration endearing, touching even. He was so much in love with her, he felt as
though he couldn't get enough of her. Yet, still—
living together
? That
was a terribly huge and scary step for her.

“I don’t understand why
we’d want to be apart when we love each other so much,” he said simply, making this
extremely important decision all seem so obvious and easy.

“I don’t know, Logan,”
she hesitated. “It just…it’s such a big step and it's so fast. Living
together…”