“He does. Trust me.”
“We’ve known each other since we were kids, though we’re barely even friends. I haven’t seen him in years.”
“Doesheknow that?”
“You’re being ridiculous.” She laughs, shaking her head.
“Am I? Amy, I’m thirty-four years old, I think I can tell when a guy wants a girl. You may think he’s only interested in friendship, but the way he looks at you tells me the opposite.”
“And what look is that?”
I take a step towards her, pulling her into me with my arm tight around her waist. She inhales sharply, staring up at me, surprise and desire filling her eyes.
I lean in close.“The look of a guy who’s imagined all the ways he wants to fuck you. The look of a man who wantsallof you. The look that tells every other man that you’rehis.”
I should know, because I’m sure I’m giving her the same look right now.
Her chest is heaving, her cheeks flushed. “But I’m not his.”
I smirk. “No. You’renot,” I agree, sealing my lips over hers in a hard, desperate kiss, something I should have done long before now.
I spin us around and back her up against the wall of the garage, pressing my hard body into hers, caging her in between me and the wall.
She tastes like heaven and feels like a dream in my arms. She fits so perfectly against me, it’s like she was made especially for me.
Why the fuck did it take me this long to kiss her?
Her hands fly up and her fingers lace into my hair as she kisses me back. Her nails scrape against my scalp, sending a shiver down my spine, and the sensation has me growling against her mouth. My hand trails lower to grip her ass, giving it a squeeze as I reach down to bring her legs up around my waist. Her legs lock around me and I begin to rock my hips against her.
I run my tongue across the seam of her lips and her mouth parts, allowing me inside. My tongue glides against hers as I explore her mouth. I lick, and suck and taste her until we mold together, completely lost in each other.
She moans into my mouth, clinging onto me like I’m the one thing she needs the most, andGodI need her too.
I never want to let her go.
I want to stay here, with her pinned against my hard body, her legs wrapped around me, with her soft, plump lips on mine. The sounds she’s making has my dick hardening in my jeans as it grazes against her lower stomach. I’m sure she can feel it.
I lower my mouth to her jaw before trailing my lips down the column of her neck where I suck on the exposed, sensitive skin as she tilts her head to give me better access.
I should have done this long before now and this kiss has been a long time coming. It’s been gradually building and right here, right now is the culmination.
“Logan,” she breathes out, her voice barely a whisper, sounding more like a plea.
I pull back a little so that my lips are ever so slightly brushing hers, my heavy pants mixing with her own. I press a soft kiss to her mouth once... twice... three more times.
“Fuck, babygirl,” I pant, resting my forehead against her own. “Tried to stop it. Tried to fight how much I want you, but you’re killing me, baby.”
Her chest heaves as she pants for breath. She goes to speak, but is cut off.
“Amy!” her mom calls from inside the house.
“Coming!” she shouts back, her eyes flicking up to mine as she fights to hide a grin. Her cheeks are stained crimson.
“I-I won’t be long,” she says in a shaky voice, pushing her glasses back into place where they’ve become displaced.
“I’m not going anywhere, everything I want is right here.”
She bites the inside of her bottom lip, a small smile playing on her lips, and I push off the wall to let her pass, when all I want to do is pull her in close and kiss her all over again.
