Logan lifted his head, his arm propped up against the bed beside me, holding up his weight. His eyes searched mine before he spoke.
“Is that normal for us? To make love like this?”
I nodded my head, feeling a little embarrassed, now that we were out of the throes of passion. I wondered what he thought about it all.
“But only when it comes to sex,” I said with a small smile. “You’re not allowed to order me around outside of the bedroom.” I wrinkled my nose. “Or smack me around.”
Logan grinned and any lingering anxiety melted away. It was clear that he had enjoyed this as much as I had.
“I’ll take note of that.” His eyes lowered and I glanced down to see what he was looking at. He was gazing at my breasts, reddened from his slaps. He frowned a little as he traced his fingers across them. I couldn’t help the small gasp when his finger grazed over one of my nipples. “Does this hurt? It looks like I got a little too enthusiastic.” He lifted his head back up to meet my gaze, his expression concerned.
I shook my head. “Like I always tell you, it’s a good kind of hurt.”
Logan shifted so he was on his back, taking me with him so I was splayed across his chest. I nuzzled against his neck, breathing in his scent. For the first time since the accident, I felt completely happy.
That happiness was quickly shattered when I heard his cell phone ringing. He had taken it out of his pocket and put it on the bedside table some time during the throes of our lovemaking. When he grabbed it, I saw a phone number with an L.A. area code flashing across the screen. I knew it had to be Kristina.
“Are you going to answer that?” I asked tersely.
Logan shook his head and silenced the phone before putting it back on the bedside table. “I’m pretty occupied by a beautiful, sexy woman lying on top of me. Especially since she’s naked.”
I wanted to laugh, but my mood was ruined by Kristina’s intrusion. I didn’t say anything as Logan lightly traced my earlobe, pausing to touch the earring.
“I don’t know where I bought these earrings, but they were definitely worth whatever I paid for them.”
I tried to muster up a smile, but it was half-hearted at best. I tensed when his fingers trailed down to touch the chain around my neck, following its path to the heart pendant that was resting on his chest.
“I guess earrings aren’t the only thing you’re wearing. I could get used to you wearing nothing but jewelry.”
Without thinking, I pulled the heart pendant away from him. “It was Cassie’s. I gave it to her for her twentieth birthday. Right before she killed herself.”
I felt an irrational anger that I was the only one who carried the memory of Cassie. I knew it wasn’t his fault, but I felt myself growing resentful that Logan had a clear conscience because he didn’t remember the past. I had gotten to the point where I had resolved my guilt and come to terms with what had happened, but Logan losing his memory seemed to reignite a lot of those old feelings. I knew that my anger over Kristina being thrust into our lives again only added fuel to the fire.
“I’m sorry, Maddie,” Logan said softly. “Do you want to talk about it?”
I shook my head, telling myself that it was unfair to be upset with Logan. He hadn’t purposely forgotten Cassie. I tried to smile at him. “No, there’s plenty of time to talk about the past later. Right now I’m just happy to be here with you.”
Logan gave me a slow smile. “I must be an idiot to not be able to remember you. I’m sure my memory will come back, but I’m more than willing to create new memories with you.”
I laughed, pushing the thoughts of Cassie and Kristina aside. “That’s so kind of you. How about we create a memory of me sucking your cock?” I suggested brazenly.
Whatever Logan had been about to say in response was cut off, as I did just as I proposed, giving him a memory he wasn’t going to forget anytime soon.
Chapter Ten
By the time we finally made it out of bed, it was early evening and we were both starving. Not wanting to leave the apartment, we ordered Chinese food and had a lazy dinner in the living room. It was sometimes easy to forget Logan’s memory loss, because we were so at ease with each other. If it hadn’t been for the random question every now and then that took me aback, like him asking me where I grew up, I would never have known that Logan didn’t remember me.
We were sitting on the couch when Logan’s cell phone rang again, flashing the L.A. number I had seen earlier, and it put a damper on things once again. His gaze flicked to it before reaching over to silence it.
“How come you’re not answering your phone?” I couldn’t resist asking.
“I don’t feel like talking to anyone except you,” he replied with a grin.
Instead of being flattered, I was annoyed that he was avoiding the question. I told myself I shouldn’t push more, but my mouth seemed to have a mind of its own.
“Is that Kristina?”
Logan hesitated before answering. “Yeah. I told her I would contact her if I had any more questions. I’m not sure why she’s calling me.”