Logan spun me to face him, twisting me in his arms. His breath was minty, his scruff rough against my cheek.
Was I going to stop this?I considered it. But then Logan’s mouth met mine, and as my hands splayed against his chest, I realized there was no way in hell they’d be willing to let go.
Chapter
Twenty-Three
Logan’s skinwas like crushed velvet, and I was instantly drunk on the way he enveloped me. His strength was raw, his size all-consuming compared to mine. Every part of me felt dainty, more fragile.
He deepened the kiss, one hand sliding around my waist and pulling me flush against him, the other still cradling the back of my neck. The blouse slipped lower, baring both my shoulders, slipping to my elbows.
My hands found his waist, and the feel of his abs tensing against my thumbs was like lighter fluid over smouldering coals. I ignited, every connection point between us becoming a live wire.
His tongue brushed my lower lip, and I opened for him, our mouths slowing to explore new territory. He was gentle, tentative. Toying with me until my fingertips dug into his back.
I didn’t remember moving, but the wall materialized behind me, and Logan pressed me against it. His hand slid from my hair and cupped my bra, his fingers teasing the edges of the fabric.
The tremor in his exhale and the slight shiver in his fingers forced my blood south. When he hitched me up, lifting me offthe floor so we were the same height, I wrapped my legs around his waist and?—
The phone trilled, and I gasped, nearly knocking my head into Logan’s. Both of us froze, panting. Another ring.
I dropped my legs, and Logan let me slide back to the floor, but didn’t release me. My hands were still looped around his neck, and his head curled over, resting against the wall.
Who was calling our hotel room at nine o’clock at night?
Logan pushed off the wall and stalked to the nightstand, picking up the handset. “Hello?” His voice was rough, his pants still hanging halfway off his hips. I pulled the blouse back up, crossing my arms so it would stay put.
“Mmhmm. No, I know.” Logan’s entire body tensed, the muscles in his back pulling together. I was dying to know who was on the other end of the line. “It was good. Yep. I think he was happy with it.” Another long pause. “I’ll pass it along. Okay. Goodnight, Mom.”
The heat that, up until that second, had been coursing through me, fizzled like Logan had doused me with a bucket of ice-cold water.
He hung up the phone, drew a deep breath, then turned to face me. His eyes were dark, almost haunted in the light of the lamp.
“Sorry,” Logan murmured, his voice rough.
“Mmm.” I couldn’t put together an actual sentence.
Logan scrubbed a hand over his jaw, and his furrowed brow told me whatever moment we just had was over. My shoulders sagged a little.
“She wanted me to give a message to Norman,” he continued.
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I stood there, letting the elephant take up all the space in the room. Multiple elephants, really.
Two seconds ago, I’d been kissing Logan Kemp.Shar’s ex.While my friends knew I was spending time with him—they’d more than encouraged it—what would they say to this? Would they be as supportive if they knew it wasn’t exactly an accident? That I’d thought about this more times than I could count? That I looked forward to calling him after dinner? That not talking with him over the last week had felt like a piece of myself had gone missing?
But the interruption also reminded me why I’d been so eager to be close to him. Because there was a large, Norman-shaped wedge between us. I needed to yank it out.
“Have you talked to your mom about Norman?” I asked.
He shook his head. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
My lips pursed. “I think there’s one pretty big thing to?—”
“How will that help anything?” He dropped to the bed, resting his arms on his knees. “Things are fine. My parents seem as happy as ever?—”
“But they’re obviously not happy.” What was Logan even saying? If things were fine, his mom wouldn’t be shacking up with an art icon.
Logan blew out a breath. “I don’t know. I’m not going to make a big deal out of it.”
