“Okay, yes?” His eyes are hopeful.
“Yes. I’d love the company.”
“Yes!”
Logan grabs me around the waist and hauls me on top of him. The tips of his fingers find the sliver of bare skin showing under my cropped sweater as he squeezes me to him.
I don’t think he knows the effect he still has on me. The smallest touch has me dizzy with lust. My breath is stilted as I take a deep inhale of Logan—the clean scent with the snow mixed in has filthy images slamming into my brain.
Logan’s stubbled jaw brushes against my cheek. He tries to pull away, but my hand flies to his neck, holding him in place.
His dark pupils are wide with need.
Is this how I look every time I see him?
I haven’t tasted this man in years.
Does he kiss the same? Taste the same?
My gaze darts down to his mouth where his tongue wets his bottom lip. Last time this happened—almost happened—Nash interrupted us.
Now, it’s only the two of us.
Do I want to kiss him?
Logan doesn’t make a move, and I know I have to be the one to initiate this thing between us. If I want us to be together again—however I want that to happen—I have to be the one to take the leap.
I don’t have any control over my body as I close the gap of space between the two of us.
The second my lips touch Logan’s, everything settles inside me. The thing I’ve been missing the most these last few years is him kissing me back.
I commit everything about this moment to memory.
The scratchiness of his jaw.
The way his fingers trace up and down my spine.
The groan as I lick my way into his mouth.
It’s new and familiar all at the same time. My blood sizzles as I deepen the kiss. The stroke of his tongue against mine has my stomach swooping with desire.
I can’t remember the last time I felt like this. I push up onto my knees, deepening the kiss. Holding on to his hair, I direct the kiss.
I take everything I want from this man. Everything that he’s willingly giving me.
A shudder racks my body as Logan kisses a trail down my jaw, gently nipping and sucking at the skin there. The moan that escapes my lips is indecent as I cling to him. Bruising his shoulders as I sway into him.
I’m breathless as I pull away, my hands fisted tight to him. Whether to keep him close or push him away, I don’t know.
“I need to pack.” Logan presses one more soft kiss to my lips. “And from the look of things around here, you need to too.”
“Right.” I scramble off him, watching as he adjusts himself before standing.
With the race coming up this weekend and—who knows what will come after—I already feel our time together slipping away. This fragile friendship with him is more than I ever thought could happen.
Maybe it’s all we’ll ever get.
Logan grabs me before I can think too much on what happened.
