“When did you do it?” I asked abruptly, still stunned. “Where did you do it? Did you come on to her or did she come on to you?” I scowled at the idea of either.
“I couldn’t sleep and neither could she and, I don’t know, it just fucking happened, okay?”Again, he ran his hands through his hair, scratching angrily at his scalp. “Why are we even talking about this?”
“I don’t know,” I snapped, irritated for reasons I couldn’t quite explain. “I guess I just didn’t expect that…her!”
“You didn’t expect what exactly—that after Mackenzie andyou, I didn’t become a monk? Sorry to disappoint you.”
“I hardly thought you were a monk,” I shot back with a snort. “Since I very clearly remember crazy Krista from Kentucky.”
“Crystal,” he growled. “And why the fuck does any of this matter?”
It didn’t matter. Or at least, it shouldn’t have, and yet something was inexplicably bothering me about it. “Sorry—Crystal,” I scoffed. “Are there any others you’ve been keeping secret?”
“Willow, what the hell—what’s with the inquisition?”
I gaped at him. “So thereareothers?”
“Again, why the fuck does it matter?” Logan’s tone took on a razor-sharp edge. “Does it change something between us? Was I supposed to keep my hands to myself while you and Luke humped like rabbits?”
“What? Excuse you—we didn’t hump like rabbits.Andno, that’s not what I meant.” Cursing, my hands rose and fell in my lap. “I guess I’m just surprised. I thought I knew everything about you, and now…” I trailed off with a sigh, before muttering, “This isn’t even what I wanted to talk about.”
“Hey.” Leaning forward, Logan captured my chin, locking eyes with me. “Can you clue me in with what’s happening right now? Because I’m fucking lost.”
“Nothing. Never mind.” I attempted turning from his touch only to have his hand slip into my hair, holding me still.
“Talk to me,” he demanded. “Tell me what you wanted to say. Tell me why you’re pissed at me. I want it all, alright? The good and the bad. Don’t shut me out.”
I had so many feelings in that moment, the most prominent being how I felt each time Logan showed some tenderness or a bit of vulnerability, acts I hadn’t been entirely sure he was capable of until recently.
A little bit speechless and a whole hell of a lot turned on, I swallowed past the myriad of feelings lodged in my throat and fumbled for the right words. “I just… I wanted to know if sex had ever been like this for you before. If it had ever been this crazy kind of intense with anyone else.”
With his hand still entangled in my hair, he brought his face close to mine. “Willow, nothing has ever felt like this…no one has ever felt like you do.” His voice deepened in the most skin-shivering, toe-curling way.
I sucked in a potent breath, my stomach doing a dip dive straight to my core. I couldn’t respond right away; I was momentarily lost. Lost inside his heated gaze. Lost in the feel of his warm breath mingling with my own. Lost among the very same intensity I’d been trying to convey.
“Now, tell me why you’re mad.”
“I’m not,” I breathed. Though, part of me wondered if I was, in fact, mad. Mad as in, the Mad Hatter sort of mad. Entirely bonkers and whatnot. This was me and Logan, after all—a man I’d once professed to hate forever, but lately was feeling anything but. Feelings and sensations that seemed to have crept up on me out of nowhere, exploding from the calm like a lightning storm in the dead of night.
And strangely enough, I didn’t want to soothe the storm inside me. Instead, I found myself wanting to feed it.
No,I wanted to be it.
Like Britta had said,we’re the hurricanes, sugar, and all them storm chasers better take cover.
Sliding onto Logan’s lap, I gripped his face and slanted my mouth over his.
