Page 37 of Consuming Logan

Lina wiped away the dampness on her cheek and walked up to Ava. Pulling her in a warm embrace, Lina said, “Congratulation, my sister. You know when Auntie Lina gets finished picking your baby’s wardrobe, the he or she will be the headliner for the Real Boss Babies of Shell Cove.”

Tears sprang to Ava’s eyes. She hoped when the families heard the news they would recover as fast as her friends.

Chapter 12

The rear entry door to the house closed with a soft click. Two car engines, Janna’s and Lina’s, turned over with a smooth hum before headlights cut two dancing beams through the first floor and disappeared. Ava dropped to the couch and removed her heels. She’d told her friends of her pregnancy. Instead of tears of celebration, Lina had been devastated. Ava shared everything with those two women. Hugging herself, she wondered if she should reconsider. Lina’s friendship had remained one constant in Ava’s life. Tentatively, she cut her gaze in her fiancé’s general direction. Keeping secrets from Logan would never be an option. She wanted to talk about her mixed emotions to share their good news, but not now.

Logan deposited his empty glass into the stainless-steel sink. And then he stood, unmoving, watching her.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

Ava lifted her chin, determined to focus on her own issues rather than someone else. “Yeah, I’m good. Maybe, a little on edge.”

Rounding the corner of the bar, Logan came to stand in front of her. “I can help with that.” His eyes were half-lidded, but she recognized the lustful gleam. “I’m still thirsty, Ava.”

She swallowed, body already softening to the coded suggestion in his voice. Logan curled his fingers around her nape. Feeling the safety and security of his hold, she exhaled, releasing the pinned energy gripping her muscles.

“So am I,” she replied, sinking her teeth into her lower lip. Leaning forward, with one hand she gripped his belt.

Ava pulled on the soft leather of Logan’s belt, the metal lock slipped free of the grommet. She felt a similar release of tension across her shoulder blades.

He captured her chin, gazing in her eyes. “You sure you want this?”

It was as much a statement as a question. With her history, Logan always sought her permission, never wanting her to associate his touch with that of Marcus. Ava would always want Logan. More than the air she breathed. She needed this man. Craved his love. The button on his slacks was next, followed by the familiar “hiss” of a zipper.

She raised a brow. “You sure your pain medication can hold up under pressure?”

Stroking his thumb over her bottom lip, he chuckled. “Even if they don’t, I will.”

She nodded in silent agreement. “Then, yes. I’m sure.”

Ava had never been more sure of herself, of Logan, of their future as a family.

Russet blond hair formed an enticing trail down his six-pack before playing hide-and-seek behind his boxers. Ava’s mouth watered. She wanted his taste on her tongue.

“You’ll need a pillow,” he rasped.

She raised a brow at that. “Oh really?”

In a smooth motion, Logan slid his digits into her hair, giving the strands a gentle tug. “I want you on your knees.”

Some would condemn Logan’s possessive tendencies, but Ava welcomed them. He knew what she craved, and he gave it to her without conditions or criticism.

“Okay,” she said breathlessly, looking up to meet those green eyes.

“And Ava, you and our baby are what’s important.” He caressed her chin between his fingers, his hold sure. “No one, not even me gets in the way of our family.”

He should’ve kept his comment to himself because a fierce need to protect all that was hers rose inside. Okay her first priority was to keep their baby safe, but Logan was a part of her too. He was her solace, her refuge.

“We made this baby together. I decide how I protect my family,” she challenged, gliding his boxers off his hips, to grip his shaft. “Now, relax, while I bring you to your knees.”

A low growl vibrated up from Logan’s chest, a fierce predator ready to attack. She could handle him. Ava prepared herself for a rough claiming, but Logan surprised her.

“Right you are, sweetheart,” he said placing a long string of soft kisses down her neck. Ava tilted her head granting him full access. Without lifting his head, he whispered, “First, let’s get you that drink, and then we make plans for tomorrow’s announcement.”

They would definitely need to map out a strategic approach to navigate the questions from both families. Neither of them had disclosed Logan’s Singapore visit.

Seems they needed to talk about expectations, for each other and their child. Logan pulled her dress over her head and she sank to her knees. For now, they were in perfect alignment.