He squeezed her breast roughly. The touch sent a jolt of electricity along her spine and straight to her pussy.
“Lacy,” he whispered, his hot breath sweet from the soda he’d been drinking. “I?—”
The song ended and another couple jostled against them as they left the dance floor. It forced them to break apart before he could finish his statement.
Rather than continue, he grasped her hand and led her back to the table. Mercifully, Evan hadn’t returned. God only knew what her brother would have done if he’d caught sight of her and Logan fondling each other on the dance floor not three minutes after he’d reminded them of the bro code.
The waitress was at the table with their bill. Logan handed her his credit card. She resumed her seat, her legs still unsteady. It had only been a dance, but it had shaken Lacy to the core. She’d had sex before and she’d certainly experienced desire, but what she felt now seemed eons away from mere want. She was ravenous, predatory. Her whole body ached with a need so intense it took her breath away.
She searched for something to say, but her brain wouldn’t function. Words wouldn’t form.
Evan returned before she could gather her wits. “Hey, I gotta run. Eryn’s got a fever.”
“Is she okay?” Lacy asked, concerned about her adorable little niece.
“She was tugging at her ears earlier, so Annie thinks it’s probably an ear infection. We’re out of baby Tylenol and Annie asked me to pick some up on my way home. I need to get going. Do you mind driving Lacy home, Logan?”
Logan shook his head, but it seemed pretty clear that he wasn’t exactly pleased by the prospect. “Not at all. I’ll take her. You need to get home to your baby.”
Logan’s chilly expression went through her like a bucket of cold water. While his body had responded to her—and really, what guy’s body didn’t react when a woman threw herself at him?—it was obvious he didn’t want to be alone with her.
Unfortunately, she was stuck without a car. She’d ridden to the party with Amanda and Brandi, but had elected to stay when Evan said he’d drop her off.
“Great. I’ll catch you guys later,” Evan said as he passed the waitress on her way back to the table.
“I can call a cab,” she offered.
“Don’t be silly.” Logan signed the credit card slip, and then gestured toward the exit. “You ready?”
She nodded, draping the sweater she’d brought with her over her arm as they stood to leave. It was early spring in Texas, which meant warm days and chilly nights. When Logan placed his hand against her lower back lightly, she knew she wouldn’t need the extra layer for warmth. He’d lit a fire inside of her that was going to take a few rounds with her vibrator to smother.
He helped her into his truck, the door panel plastered with the Grady Furniture logo, before circling to the driver’s side.
She hadn’t spoken a word to him since leaving the dance floor. Lacy feared she’d open her mouth and beg him to fuck her—right here, right now—in the parking lot of Cruisers. So she kept her lips pressed shut. Clearly he wasn’t interested in following through on what they’d begun on the dance floor.
Logan fiddled with the radio as he turned onto the highway and stopped when he found a country station.
“Haven’t heard this one in ages,” he said as Glen Campbell’s “Gentle on my Mind” played.
She loved the song too and tried to concentrate on the music, but all she could think about was Logan’s hand on her ass, on her breast.
He lived in a studio apartment above his shop on Main Street, while she had a smaller place three streets over. For the past few years, she hadn’t lived or worked more than a mile away from him. They saw each other almost daily, simply because they occupied the same small space and shared similar friends and interests. And while she fantasized about him a little bit too much, for so many years she’d never indulged the idea that they’d have anything more than a platonic relationship because, number one, he had been dating Jane, and number two, that stupid bro code thing was apparently still in effect.
Lacy had just about convinced herself that her actions on the dance floor had been ill-advised when Logan pulled up in front of her apartment building, parked, and turned the truck off.
In fact, she opened her mouth to apologize to him for sending the mixed signals and for coming on so strong.
However, the words “I’m sorry” never came. Because the second her lips parted, Logan covered them with his own.
Five years earlier…
* * *
“Lacy? What the hell are you doing?”
“Walking home.” She was still in a fury, and not even Logan’s arrival was enough to calm her down.
He pulled over to the side of the road in front of her. “Get in the truck,” he called out through the open passenger window.
