I groaned, sitting down on the bed to wait. “You’re not hurting for humility. That’s for sure.”
The water ran for a minute, then he turned it off. He returned, drying his hands, and smiled down at me. “Confidence is sexy, and speaking of sex...” He leaned down, suddenly in my space.
I stayed firm. A tingle shot through me at how close he came, but he stopped a few inches away. His eyes raked over my face, going to my lips, then back up to my eyes.
He grinned, slowly, deliciously. “When’s round two going to happen?”
I tried to ignore the adrenaline that shot through my body and the fact that if he lowered his face another two inches, his mouth would be on mine again. I gulped. “Technically, round two already happened.”
And round three. He’d bent me into a position I never knew existed. My mind started to wander, remembering that moment and instantly, my body was getting hotter. I cleared my throat and fixed a smile on my face. “Can you take me to my car now?”
He chuckled, moving back, and, good gracious, I didn’t want him to leave. I almost sagged forward at his abrupt absence.
“Come on, Firecracker.” Grabbing his wallet and keys, he opened his door and pointed to the hallway. “You’re lucky you have a lunch thing, or I’d make you get some food with me. I never did get those tacos last night.”
As I moved past him, he gave me one firm little swat on the butt, then fell in line beside me. The door shut, and his arm came around my shoulders. We walked down to the main floor like that, and I liked how it made me feel, like I was his.
At that thought, my veins filled with ice.
His.
No, no, no. That was wrong. What was I doing? His arm fell from my shoulders as we reached the front door, and he told me to wait a minute for him. He went to the kitchen, and I heard him talking to someone. I didn’t want to go in there, especially after I heard Sam respond. She would take one look and instantly know.
A lump the size of a baseball formed at the bottom of my throat.
I had feelings for Logan. What was I going to do about them?
He came back out, his eyes meeting mine, and a genuine smile appeared. He liked me. I could see it in his eyes, but that was known. He’d told me that. Sam had told me that. Even Claire had mentioned it, but this was Logan Sex Machine Kade.
“He’s all about sex, fighting, and having his brother’s back.” Jason’s words filtered through my haze. He’d warned me about Logan. Hell, I’d warned myself, but it was too late now. This must be about Eric, I reasoned. Logan brought up emotions in me that were really about Eric. But even so, as Logan came toward me, I felt a flutter in my stomach.
I was falling for Logan Sex Machine Kade.
“You okay?” He frowned, his eyes on mine as he reached for the front door. “You look a little pale.”
I caught movement in the kitchen from the corner of my eye. I knew it was Sam. I could almost feel her judgment—or worse, her pity. I didn’t look. I didn’t want to see that look. I’d dealt with enough of those looks in the last nine months, so I nodded to Logan and said, “I’m fine.” And before anything else could happen, I stepped outside and hurried to his car.
Logan stopped once on the drive. He bought coffee for both of us, and it still seemed like the trip to my car went way too fast. He pulled up next to it and left the engine running. I glanced over as I undid my seatbelt. Last night had been…I was assaulted by images of us in bed, my legs around his waist as he went deep into me.
I let out a small cough. “Well, that was—”
Logan laughed, his head falling back to rest against his seat. “Save your words, Bruce. You and me, we’re going Night 2.0 in a few.”
My hand let go of the seatbelt. My heart moved up into my throat at that promise.
He leaned over, his body brushing against mine as he opened the door for me. Before he moved back, his head turned and planted a kiss on my lips. It was quick, but firm and authoritative. “Stop thinking about it,” he whispered, his lips still on mine. “I’m not ready to let you go yet.”
His words pounded through me. Feeling dazed by everything, I nodded, my lips brushing over his. “Just fun,” I whispered.
His eyes darkened. “Hell, yeah.”
Yeah. Fun. That was what it was, but his words still lodged in me. He wasn’t ready to let me go, and I wasn’t ready to let go of him yet either. Still, I pressed my lips to his and slid from the car. My knees were unsteady as I shut the door and turned toward my vehicle. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that Logan was waiting for me. Once I started the engine, he lifted his hand in a wave and drove off.
I slumped forward, resting my forehead on the steering wheel. Good God. Logan Kade was going to be the death of me.
But you’re alive, a voice that sounded a lot like my mother’s said in my head.
I took a deep breath, feeling my pulse thumping and tingling sensations sizzling all through me. The voice was right. No matter the ending, Logan Kade would be worth it.
I was alive.
I was nervous when I met Claire for lunch. I hadn’t been a virgin yesterday, but I was different now. There was an extra glow to my face. I was the one wearing it, but even I could see it. I could practically feel my eyes sparkling, but she didn’t seem to notice. I was relieved, then bored as I sat back and spent an entire hour hearing about Ben. Apparently, Claire had been right, and Malia did have a thing for him too. Anytime he and Claire had been alone on the patio, she kept intruding. She was drunk, and all she could do was hang all over him. That had pissed Claire off, but the end of the night made up for everything.