I climb off of him and lean my head on his shoulder.
“You’re one sexy cowgirl,” Logan says in that slow drawl I love.
“Did I tire you out?” I tease him.
“Not even close.” He leans in to kiss me. “And I don’t think the song’s done, either.”
The iPod seems to have gotten stuck on shuffle. “Do you want to change it?”
“Naw. I think I’d like to remember having sex with you over and over to this.”
“Sounds good to me.”
The abrupt howl of a police siren gets our attention.
“Shit.” Logan grabs his pants and pulls them on quickly. “I bet somebody heard us.”
“Who?” I look behind me. “There’s no one around.”
Logan’s already moved into the front seat and is turning the key in the ignition. “There’s a strip of homes behind this empty road. Anyone out in their yard could have heard the music.”
Or the moaning.
The siren’s getting louder, but Logan jerks the wheel to the left, and we leave the dirt road behind in a hurry.
“That cop car never even saw us,” he says a few minutes later as we settle into a spot at the very end of the empty lake parking lot. “We’ll be fine here. As long as you don’t scream my name again.”
I give him the finger, and he laughs as he climbs into the backseat with me.
“You know I love it when you yell.” His lips brush mine. “As many times as you want to.”
He flips me onto my back and leans over me. His eyes warm as we look at each other in silence.
Then, he clears his throat. “Mace, even with us being together only one day a year, this is more than worth it.”
I choke up. “For me, too, you know. That’s why I can never take you to my bed.”
“Because…” he prompts me.
“You know why.” I feel my cheeks heat. “You feel the same way.”
“I do, but tell me. I need to hear it from you.” His breath is warm on my face as he lowers his voice.
I inhale. But Logan’s eyes are on me, waiting.
“Because you’re the only one I wouldn’t want to push out in the morning.”
He kisses me. “My thoughts exactly.”
I feel like we’ve said too much. But Logan doesn’t say anything more. He just kisses me again. And then our kiss turns dirty, and his hands go from cupping my face to more intimate places, and before I know it, I’m falling into bliss all over again. That’s what Logan Wild does to me. He makes me forget that love is dangerous and that sex with emotion always leads to pain.
