Chapter 21

Sunlight streamed in through the windows the next morning, alerting me to the dawn of a new day. I smiled as I remembered the night before with Logan. But when I turned over, he was gone. I sat up, suddenly fully awake.
"Logan? Where did you go?" I called out, hoping that he hadn't left without saying goodbye.
Then, I smelled the scent of coffee waft into the room as the door opened and Logan walked in carrying two coffee cups. "I know that you usually don't drink coffee, but I thought that you might need some this morning." Logan handed me one of the cups and shrugged. "I wasn't sure how you take your coffee, so I just made it blonde and sweet, like me."
I laughed. "Well, we shall see," I said, pausing to take a sip. "Tastes great. Thanks." I pulled the blanket up to cover my breasts, and then leaned back against the headboard, letting the warm coffee wake me up.
Logan took me in as he sat down on the other side of the bed with the other cup. "You're gorgeous, Alyssa. You don't have to cover up in front of me."
I blushed. "Thank you. But yes, I do."
Logan looked down, his eyes suddenly serious, clutching his coffee cup with both hands. Then, he looked into my eyes. "Alyssa, you don't regret anything we did last night, do you?"
I shook my head as I took another sip. "No. Why? Do you?" My heart suddenly sank, thinking that he had just gotten caught up in the heat of the moment. But we didn't go all the way, so, I guessed that was a good thing. But it was a night I would always remember.
He smiled as he reached for me across the bed, sexy as hell without a shirt, his chest muscles flexing. "Not just no, but hell no!"
I smiled as I took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I'm glad you're still here."
"Where else would I go?" He blew across the top of his coffee cup and looked at me over it. "Why? Are you trying to get rid of me already?"
I laughed so hard that I almost spit out my coffee. "No; not hardly."
"Good," he said, taking a sip of his coffee. Then he set it down on the nightstand at the side of the double bed. "So, what do you want to do?"
I shrugged. "I have to be at the studio by one o'clock." Sudden panic ran through me. "Why? What time is it?"
Logan laughed. "Calm down. It's just eleven o'clock." He took a deep breath. "But you're right. It's not enough time to go out." Then, a devilish look came into his eyes as he laid face down across the bed, looking into my eyes. His pecks looked good enough to eat. "So, what do you want to do, sleepyhead?"
"Sleepyhead, huh?" I d, taking another sip of my coffee. I knew what he was hinting at, but wasn't sure if now was the time. "Well, we could take a shower, or we could play, or maybe have some breakfast? But, this afternoon, I have to get a cell phone."
Logan nodded. "We can do that before you go to the studio, if you like, but I'm all for playing, too." Then, one corner of his lips curled into a sly smile. "But it just depends on upon what you mean by 'playing'."
I was suddenly nervous, having never made a move on a guy before. "Well, I'll be honest with you, Logan." I took a deep breath, mustering my courage. "I want to go all the way with you, but last night was the farthest I've ever gone with a guy." I bit my lower lip. "Last night was special, but I want my first time to be special, too."
Logan shrugged. "We can do other things, but it's up to you."
Heat started to rise between my legs, and even my nipples started to tingle in anticipation. Under the covers, I was still stark naked. "What do you mean by 'other things'?"
"Well, some more of what we did last night, maybe?" Logan asked, and then added, "But I don't want to make you late for your appointment at the studio."
A part of me just wanted to say "fuck it" and make love to him, but a part of me wanted to wait.
But before I could answer, Logan stacked both pillows behind me. "Lean back," he instructed. I was already so horny that I didn't argue. I lie back against the pillows, leaving me more in an upright position. Then, he crawled between my legs, his muscles flexing as he stalked toward me and then straddled me, but didn't press his body against mine.
His lips descended upon mine and passion immediately filled us both, leaving me breathless. Then, he kissed down my neck and then carefully uncovered one of my breasts. His tongue danced and flicked over my nipple as he massaged it, and then he moved to the other. Then, he knelt on either side of me and I could feel his rock hard erection through his jeans.
"Take them off."
"What?" he asked, surprised.
"Take off your jeans," I said, suddenly feeling empowered. "I want to feel your cock against my pussy."
Logan shook his head. "I won't trust myself if I do that."
"But I trust you," I said. "We don't have to go all the way, but I want to feel your cock against me."
He nodded as he bit his lower lip.
"But do you have a condom, just in case?" I asked, wanting to make sure that we had protection in case things got out of hand.
Logan nodded, suddenly serious. "But we won't need it, unless you want to."
I bit my lower lip. "Oh, I want to, but let's just play for now."
The smile suddenly returned. "I like playing." Then, he stopped abruptly. "Hey. I just thought of something. You really want to play?"
"Like what?"
"Here. Wait," he said, and then jumped off the bed and started rummaging through my suitcase. He emerged with the tie to my bathrobe. "Yes. This will do." He turned to me, the bathrobe tie stretched between his hands. "Do you trust me?" he asked.
"I did, but seeing that in your hands, I'm not so sure now."
He laughed. "Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not into S&M, but would you mind if I tied your hands to the bedrail?"
I laughed. "You've got to be kidding."
Logan shook his head. "I was going to tell you to place your hands above your head and to leave them there, but I'm not sure if I trust you to do that." He looked into my eyes. "But we don't have to if you don't want to."
"No; we can try it."
Logan nodded. "Okay, but if I hurt you, let me know. As I said, I'm not into pain. Don't worry. But, it could be fun."
I held my hands up in answer. One by one, he slipped the bathrobe tie loosely around first one wrist, through the rails of the headboard, and then he tied the other end to my other wrist. Once my arms were securely tied to the bed-but not too tightly-he crushed his lips to mine and I opened his mouth to take his tongue inside. He kissed me passionately, and then he rose from the bed and slipped off his jeans, leaving on his boxers as I watched.
"I want to feel you."