“When did I raise a daughter that cheats?” her father grumbled as she dribbled the ball, keeping it out of his reach.
“Stop complaining, Dad. You know I got my sneakiness from you.” She jumped up and threw the ball high, sending it through the hoop. With a delighted whoop and a gleeful smile, she did a little victory wiggle. And I recalled her more sensual moves in the laundromat.
I’d never met a girl that could drive me as crazy as she did with her asinine assumptions, yet make me want to kiss her at the same time. Did she really think short-term in regards to our relationship?
True, I had no idea where it would lead, but I understood one thing, I wanted her with a longing that came from deep within. Last night, on the dance floor, when she’d put her head on my chest and just held me, something inside me expanded. For once, my problems faded to the background. I wanted to protecther, take away her hurt, and make everything right for her.
Logan darted away from her father, bouncing the ball. Her gaze landed on me, and she came to a stumbling halt. “Max.” Her breathy whisper swept over me like a sensual caress.
Sean Logan turned. “‘Morning, Maximus.”
I grimaced, and Mr. L laughed. “Take my place. This girl of mine is working these old bones to dust.”
He picked up a hand towel hanging on the low branch of an apple tree edging the driveway, and wiping his face, he walked off.
I strolled to her. Oh, I wanted to play, all right, just not ball. “So…”
Obviously reading my intent, not that I was hiding anything, she cut her father’s retreating form a quick look and took a hasty step back, shaking her head.
Like that would stop me. “Scared?”
She snorted.
“Good,”—I put my hands on her waist and pulled her close, lowered my voice—“because I want my mouth on you so bad. Why didn’t you come to me last night?” I nipped her bottom lip. She gasped. Then sighed as I lazily licked the spot I bit. “I didn’t even get a goodnight kiss.”
A low groan escaped her. “Max, it’s my parents’ home.”
“Hmm…” I glided my lips across hers. “We’re outside now.” I teased the seam of her mouth with my tongue.
“God, Max, stop playing and just kiss me—”
Grasping her wrist, I pulled her into the open garage, passing the SUV there. At the back, I pressed her up against the wall, into a space between a shelf of bolts and screws and another shelf with tools, then put my mouth back on hers and kissed her. My tongue stroking hers, I slipped my hand beneath her pink tank and squeezed her bare breast. And those little sounds I adored broke free from her, sending my libido skyrocketing.
I picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, her center pressed against my rigid sex, and, judging from her glazed eyes and flushed face, I’d found her clit. She pushed my t-shirt up and raked her fingers over my back. A low growl escaped me.
“Do you want me inside you, Logan?”
“God, yes.”
And we had to be in the garage where her father could very well come out looking for a damn screw or something.
“Soon, dancing girl, very soon,” I whispered against her mouth. “Because if I don’t have you, I’ll probably die of blue-balls.”
Husky laughter left her, making me smile. “Youwanted to wait.”
And so I had. I rested my forehead against hers when she shocked all hell out of me and laid a soft kiss on my cheek. At the tender gesture, my chest swelled, and the overwhelming emotion to hold onto her and never let go expanded and strengthened. Another press of lips, and I let her slide down my body, enjoying every inch of her.
After straightening our clothes, we walked out into the bright morning sunshine. Logan stumbled. I grasped her arm to steady her and swallowed my curse when I saw why she’d tripped.
Her father sat on the stone bench, staring at the basketball spinning on his finger. Sean Logan looked up, his gaze moving between us. Yup, he knew exactly what we’d been doing.
“Does Ray know?” he asked, expression inscrutable.
Logan bit her lip, a flush reddening her face. “No. I’m going to tell her—”
“Mr. Logan,” I interrupted, “Ray and I are just friends. I’ve known her for over a year.”
He nodded. “Just checking. And, yes, I’m aware of that. That daughter of mine has shown no interest in any boy since high school—her head’s too wrapped up in her studies,” he murmured. His gaze swept back to me as he rose. “I’m getting an early start to the grounds. Need to set up for Ila. I thought you’d like to come with me. The girls will be by later.”
