Damn him. She wanted him to go a hell of a lot further even though that was a bad, bad idea.
They kissed until her lips were swollen and her body ached for more that she definitely shouldn’t want two days after being dumped.
And when Logan released her from his shaking arms, she saw that realization painted all over his face, too.
He slowly stepped back, his hands on her hips until he moved just out of range, and then his arms swung loose at his side.
She missed those arms already.
“Logan,” she whispered. That was all she had. His name. A reminder to herself that this was still her friend. That she knew him, even though after that kiss, she wasn’t sure she did at all. So she couldn’t say anything else, because where would she start?
He opened and closed his mouth. Well, that made two of them that were speechless.
She moved closer. He backed up, so she stopped.
Right. Space would be a good thing, except she wanted his arms around her again. She always wanted a Logan hug.
And now she maybe wanted a lot more than that.
Bad idea.
If she kept telling herself that, maybe it would eventually stick.
He started to speak, and his voice crack. He cleared his throat and tried again, his gaze hard. “If you’re going to have dirty sex with anyone this week, I think it should be me.”
“Oh.”
“And if you don’t want that, that’s okay.” He was breathing hard, and she thought, no, it wouldn’t be okay.
Nothing was ever going to be okay again.
“Right,” she said weakly, blinding stretching her hand out to find the rock ledge behind her. She just needed to catch her breath. And maybe knock her head against something hard.
Logan’s tongue had been inside her mouth. His hands had…
And she’d practically rubbed up against his…
She jerked her gaze back to his face, although that wasn’t a safer place to look, not with the possessive, hungry way he was glaring at her.
Stephen had never looked at her liked that. Not even once.
And she’d never had this reaction to her fiancé, either. Ex-fiancé.Never-loved-you fiancé.
Shit. She shook her head. “I can’t do this right now.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Please don’t say that. Don’t be sorry. That was…”perfect. “I think I needed that. But I can’t…do anything else. Not right now.”
He nodded jerkily. “Of course.”
“We should head back.”
“Okay.”
She held up her hand. “And I need you to keep being awesome. I need to go out for dinner tonight and it not be weird. Which is a stupidly big thing to ask, but—”
“It won’t be weird.” He held her gaze. “I promise. It’s fine.”
