I’d decided that I wanted to live.Not in the sense that I had been, but reallylive.Toexplore what I wanted and right now it was all things Logan and me. It was toembraceall the ways he made me feel, not dissuade it.
Before I could stop myself, my arms flew around him and his arms were quick to grab hold of me and wrap me around his waist.
I leaned in, so ready to taste his lips again. To have our mouths connected again. But he fisted a hand in my hair and gave it a tug before crushing my lips with his.
I moaned and smiled against him. Loving that he wanted this on his own terms.
God he felt so good. He tasted like freedom… and spice. His body was hot and hard everywhere. No. Definitely no problems I can tell in my professional opinion.
The first kiss knocked me off my feet. But this one, this kiss was like the first on steroids; hungrier, needier, a yearning for more that finally let loose.
At the memory of our first kiss out on the parking lot, I pulled back with a breath and swallowed. Realizing I basically jumped him again.
“I’m sorry,” I blurted, peeling myself off him.
“You have to stop apologizing for this.”He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me flush against him, this time, leaving me on my feet.
He twisted, backing me up against a locker, then lifted one hand, tucking it behind my neck. His eyes searched mine as if waiting for protest. When none came, his lips found mine again.
Realizing just then how much I'd wanted this, I squeezed his shoulder pulling him into me. Our mouths danced, and the feel of him against me was too good to make sense of.So I didn’t bother.I just let him have me, enjoying every second of it. His erectionstrained behind his towel. God how I wanted to pull it off.
He buried his head in my neck.I loved how needy and aggressive he was, as if it had been a longing he had to restrain himself from for far too long.A low, husky sound escaped from deep in his throat before his hands slid from my hair and released his hold.
I shook my head. “No. No don’t stop,” I pleaded, reaching back for him.
That low rumble again. “Rayne,” he wrapped a hand around my wrist, stopping me from browsing more of his torso. “We won’t be alone for long, and,” his eyes swept me. “you seem…not yourself. Is there something behind this?”
I blinked, my first instinct being to slide off him but instead, I froze and looked into his deep brown eyes. “I’m fed up. And I want you. Right now. That’s all I’ll say.”
His eyes blazed and he licked his lips before they crashed down on mine again. My shirt went over my head. He held it fisted in his hand along with most of my hair when he pulled it back.
I held my breath as his mouth traveled down from my neck to the top of my chest, stopping at the exposed bulge over the hem of my bra. His fingers abandoned my hair and traced down my body to tug the fabric down. A low grumble escaped him as he took me in, leaning down to my breasts. My nipples hardened in anticipation as he pushed my bra further down to claim one in his mouth, hard.
I threw my head back and closed my eyes while he explored more of me. My breathing becoming more erratic, my legs shifting from the intense arousal.
Logan pulled his mouth off me and held me still. My eyes fluttered open when I felt his heated gaze on me.
“Since the second I laid eyes on you, you’ve been all I can think about,” he swallowed as his eyes washed over me. “And all the ways I want you.”
My mouth opened to say something—the sensible thing would be to stop, but the only words beginning to form resembled more of a beg for him to touch me again. “Show me,” I breathed.
His fingers were like a bolt of electricity when they were on me again. He unzipped my jeans and pushed them down to rest below my waist.
A breath escaped me when his thumb hooked under my panties, tugging them down. I was already so wet by the time his finger brushed my folds in a tease. He pushed one in, then added another. Heavenly fingers pumped in and out and my mouth fell open, a whimper along with his name came out and I arched, his other hand catching my head before it hit the wall behind me.
“Logan, I—I’m—”
“I can’t wait to taste you,” the huskiest of voices whispered in my ear.
That promise in his voice. It was all it took to throw me over. I came hard, my hands still gripping his shoulders. His very strong, very capable shoulders. He held me tight, lifting my head back to kiss me gently.
He pulled back and searched my face. As if he couldn’t get enough of it. “When do you get off?”
I waited and then burst into laughter, he laughed too, realizing the double meaning of what he’d just asked.
Our laughter stopped when we heard noises from the locker room entrance. Multiple, but it took me all of three seconds to recognizeone.
Max.
