So he would know that [i]she[i] was in control.
She felt his hesitation. She saw it in his eyes. And just when she would have faltered—because really, what the hell was she thinking? Playing with Logan Forest was like playing with fire and Lord knows she’d already been burned—Logan’s hands moved to her hips and he took over.
She might have squealed. Or moaned. Or shouted for joy. Who knows? Her head was filled with white noise and her heart was beating so fast and hard that she could have danced the freaking Salsa all the way across Michigan and back, no problem.
He pulled her flush against his body so that not only were her breasts crushed to his chest, her hips were held in place, there where he was hard and heavy and, really, really big. His large hands splayed across her butt, and a riot of sensation erupted between her legs, rushing through her bloodstream and pounding into her heart. Warning bells rang in her head and she tried to wriggle away, suddenly okay with the fact that she’d made a mistake. A huge freaking mistake. She’d blame this epic move on her lack of sleep.
[i]Lack of morals, more like[i].
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked silkily, though there was a hint of rasp beneath his words.
“I…” was all she managed to get out. “This…I shouldn’t—”
“No,” he replied, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “You shouldn’t have started this, but I sure as hell don’t have a problem finishing it.”
With one hand on her ass, his other slid up to the base of her neck and she closed her eyes as his warm breath rolled over her cheek. Goosebumps peppered her skin and she shuddered uncontrollably.
Idiot.
Dumb. Idiot.
He hovered over her mouth for what seemed like, [i]ever[i]; then he leaned down and slid his mouth over hers.
Logan now controlled the kiss, and each lazy draw on her tongue made her head spin. Slowly, he delved deeper, his taste and feel making her weak. He held her in place so she couldn’t move, but really, did she want to? She felt his erection and all sorts of naughty thoughts entered her mind. She saw naked bodies. Tattoos and straining muscles. Skin on skin.
When his mouth left hers to trail a line of fire down the side of her neck she couldn’t hide the groan that fell from her lips. She was pliant in his arms and wanted nothing more than to let the feelings coursing through her continue. If she could bottle these sensations, she could sell them and make a fortune.
Logan was like a drug. An addictive, wholly male, sexy-as-hell drug, and as she spread her legs slightly as she arched her back so that his mouth had access to the valley between her breasts, she surrendered to the insatiable need and desire that ran through her. It was one that had burned for years.
“Christ, we shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmured against her skin, his tongue tracing a path that would lead directly to her nipple. All he had to do was…
[i]Shit[i].
He tugged her shirt down.
And she let him.
He pushed her bra aside.
And she let him do that too.
Liquid fire pulsed between her legs and she rolled her hips against him, hissing…maybe crying? Moaning for sure.
Cool morning air slid across her now bared breast and when his tongue teased and licked her there, her legs gave out. But that big hand was still on her butt and he held her steady, his fingers digging in, massaging…caressing.
They were both breathing heavy, leaning against the truck and for one crazy second Billie thought that maybe they could hop in the back and he could assuage the ache between her legs in the only way she knew would help.
His tongue flickered over her nipple again and when he closed his mouth overtop of it, when he suckled and groaned into her flesh…[i]she let him[i]. Out here, in the driveway.
When he blew a hot breath on her now wet flesh, she groaned so loudly that it startled her. Chest heaving, she dug her hands into his hair and forced his head back.
“We can’t,” she could barely get the words out.
Logan’s eyes were shuttered and for a moment he stared down at her in silence. Carefully, his fingers flickered over her nipple—a gentle swipe and tease—and he pulled her bra back into place so that her T-shirt fell back.
His strong jaw was shadowed with a day’s worth of stubble and she hated that it made him sexier than ever. His hair, mussed from her fingers, had that ‘I just rolled out of bed look’ and his dark eyes glistened with something that looked like hunger.
“I get it,” he said slowly.