“You hit him?” Lacy said when Logan returned to the truck.
“I didn’t like some of the things he was saying about you.”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m not repeating them. Stay away from him. He’s an asshole. Find yourself a nice guy.”
Lacy smiled. She already had.
Chapter Two
Logan hadn’t planned to kiss her. That was his first thought the second his mouth pressed against hers. Her silence on the ride home had bothered him because Lacy was never quiet.
She’d been flirting on the dance floor. At first he’d assumed she was tipsy and feeling playful. So he’d given her a dose of her own medicine, teasing her back.
Then he realized she was relatively sober, and her touches took on a much different meaning.
It had been no secret that Lacy’d always had a crush on him. That idea had been cute when they were younger. He was eight years older than her and she’d only been a kid. Her doe-eyed devotion had fed his teenage pride, but that was all it had done.
Once she had grown up, she’d started looking in a different direction. She’d had a couple of serious boyfriends and she didn’t seem to lack for dates. Whenever they ran into each other, they were cordial, friendly, and Logan had worked damn hard to make sure it was nothing else. He hadn’t always succeeded, but for the most part, he’d kept his thoughts pure.
Sort of.
Somewhat.
He assumed Lacy had given up the crush after he’d gotten into a serious relationship and she’d lost interest. She had begun to simply view him as Evan’s best friend, another brother figure, which was fine by him. It had helped him keep his hands off her this past year.
Because she was definitely off-limits.
For one thing, his needs would probably scare sweet Lacy Sparks spitless if he ever revealed them. And secondly, Evan would cut off his cock and feed it to him for breakfast if he touched her, because his best friend knew perfectly well all the things Logan liked to do with—and to—women in the bedroom. And they weren’t things you did with your best friend’s kid sister.
Hell, he’d spent the first couple hours of tonight drinking a beer in his workshop with Tyson, Evan, Jack, and Walt, telling the men why he was finished with sweet, nice women, why he would never be happy in another vanilla relationship like the passionless existence he’d escaped with Jane.
He had probably gone into too much detail, talking about all the things he’d do to the next lover he took to bed. The thing was…all four men were likeminded guys—dominant lovers with a penchant for kink. However, none of them held a candle to Logan. Which was why they’d all been so surprised when he had eschewed that lifestyle and remained with Jane.
So when Lacy had opened her mouth to say goodbye, Logan should have let her. Instead, he reacted without thinking. Because he didn’t want to let her go. Not yet.
He expected her to shove him away, to give him shit for the kiss, but she did neither. Instead, her arms tightened around his neck and her hands found his hair again. Lacy touched him like he mattered, like she wanted him. It was a heady, horny experience.
He twisted her body toward him while keeping his lips on hers. Lacy followed the direction, lifting and parting her legs as he tugged her onto his lap. Thank God he’d kept his old truck rather that opting for the new one with the bucket seats. The wide bench seat allowed him to drag her closer as she straddled his legs and press his dick against her.
He could feel the heat radiating from her even through the thick denim of his jeans. His cock was so hard it hurt. Logan raced through his memories, searching for a time when he’d wanted a woman this much.
The truth hit him like a two-by-four between the eyes. He’d never wanted anyone—not even Jane—as badly as he wanted Lacy right now.
“Want you,” he said when she turned her face slightly, seeking air. He couldn’t stop kissing her, so he ran his lips along her neck.
“Yes,” she whispered.
The windows of the truck had fogged up, shielding them from the outside world, but that didn’t change the fact they were still parked on the city street. Of course, this was Maris and it was three a.m. Most of Lacy’s neighbors had no doubt turned in hours ago. He considered inviting himself up to her place, but realized he’d never make it that far.
So it was happening here.
Decision made, he rucked the miniskirt that had been riding high around her thighs to her waist.
Then he reached down and bit back a groan as he tugged her panties to one side and ran his fingers over her slit. She was hot and wet. She jerked when he ventured lower and thrust two fingers inside her pussy. Her body clenched around them tightly. Jesus. She was already close to coming. He wanted to see that. Wanted to watch her face.
But he needed to slow this party down or it would be over before it ever started.
