A gasp escaped me as his right hand curled around my left thigh and carefully forced my legs open wider to give his mouth better reach. I felt his tongue slide lazily along my seam, as if he had all the time in the world to explore every inch of me.
Maybe he did. God, the thought of it sent chills up my spine as I clutched my fingers into his shoulders. I was distantly aware of some echo of resounding joy within my heart at the fact that I was here, practically naked in Logan’s bedroom, his hands and mouth on me. But the way his tongue slid against me, the way he gently nipped and grazed, it took all of my focus away from anything else.
In this moment, I was his. I felt myself submitting to him wholly, wanting nothing more than . . .more.I didn’t have room in my brain to think about what this meant, what we were risking. I was only acutely aware of the fact that we weren’t alone in this house. And only enough to know that we needed to keep quiet.
I could feel the crest of something building within me, something low in my belly thrumming and edging closer and closer to the brink of oblivion. Logan could feel me tense, could feel the way my legs squeezed around his face, and his tongue began darting against me with more pressure. I felt his hands reaching behind me to cup my ass as my legs began to tremble, and I felt a mild flush of embarrassment at my inability to control myself. Trying to hide how affected I was, I lifted one leg and hung it over his shoulder, using the opportunity of the new angle to squeeze myself against him, desperately creating more friction as the cresting inside of me reached a new height. I was close . . . soclose.
“Don’t stop,” I heard myself beg, panting as I began bucking myself against him, sliding myself up and down his face as his tongue curled around every crevice of my pleasure. White hot pressure mounted, and suddenly Logan was sucking on my throbbing point of pleasure, sending me into blinding ecstasy.
I was no longer in my body. The high that overcame me was unlike anything I’d ever felt, more than I’d ever thought was possible. It took everything I could possibly muster to refrain from screaming his name, vaguely aware that my brother was sleeping just down the hallway.
After several minutes, as I came down from the high, my chest heaving and legs weak, Logan’s mouth roamed again to my hip, grazing up my ribcage, nibbling at my breast as he stood up, and then his mouth found mine again and I could taste my own pleasure on his tongue.
It was by far the hottest, most erotic experience I’d ever had.
Logan smiled as he looked at me with an intensity that told me this was far from over. There was also something desperate and urgent in his eyes . . .needin its rawest form. As if he’d been wanting this for as long as I had.
“What took you so long?” I whispered, reaching up to cup his jaw.
Logan let out a breath, shaking his head and wrapping his arms around me as he bent down to nuzzle his nose into my neck. I felt him breathe me in before lifting his head back up to look into my eyes. “I don’t want to fuck this up, Amelia.” His voice was barely audible, riddled with vulnerability and unmistakable fear.
I slid my hands down his chest. “You won’t.”
And then I slipped my hand into his jeans, softly cupping him over his boxers. I watched his face change, felt his sharp intake of breath as his eyes glazed over again. He was so . . . sohard. Impossibly hard. I felt him pulse beneath my hand.
And then Logan was lifting me up again, furiously kissing me as he moved to lay me down onto his bed.
ChapterTwelve
EIGHT YEARS AGO (AGE 17)
I’d been in a deep,blissful slumber—so deep, that unexpectedly coming out of it felt like being hit by a freight train.
I jumped up in my bed, feeling drool dripping down my chin. With eyes only half open, I used the neckline of my T-shirt to wipe my chin as I looked around my room. It was still very dark, and it took a full sixty seconds for my still asleep brain to realize that my phone was vibrating on my nightstand.What the hell?I had no idea who would be calling me in the middle of the night.
I picked up my phone just as I missed the call. Actually, according to my notifications, I’d missed six calls. All from Logan.
Panic crept into my mind as I pressed the button to call him back, taking a quick mental note that it was one-thirty in the morning. Why would Logan be calling me this late unless something was wrong?
I heard the phone line connect before I heard a sigh. “Millie?” His deep voice penetrated my spine.
“Logan? What’s wrong?”
“I’m so sorry for calling,” he slurred.
The worry I felt was suddenly laced with irritation. “It’s okay. Um. Are you drunk?”
“Yes.”
I waited for a beat, but when he didn’t say anything else, I pressed further. “Are you okay?”
“No. Mills. I’m not.” He sounded small and defeated in a way that I’d never heard before, and it cracked something open inside of me. The irritation that had flared up a moment ago was gone, leaving me instead with fear bubbling up in my stomach. “Can you come and get me?”
“Yeah, yeah. Of course. Where are you?” I got out of bed and started looking for my purse.
“Jackson’s.”
Jackson’s was a dive bar downtown. I knew this because Adam celebrated his twenty-first birthday there a couple of months ago. It was at least twenty miles away. “Okay. I’m on my way. It’s going to take me a bit to get down there.” I found my purse on my dresser and made my way downstairs.
