I shoved him against the door, crashing my lips into his like I’d been starving for him. My hands moved without thought, urgent and greedy, sliding between us to palm him through his jeans.
“Ellie,” he muttered against my mouth, the warning in his tone thin and frayed. I opened to him, welcoming the deep, hungry stroke of his tongue. His hands came to my hips, and then we were stumbling backward, forward—I didn’t even know, until my spine hit the wall. This time, Logan was in control.
It was reckless. It was dangerous. It was the rush of being sixteen again, sneaking my crush past my parents and into my room, only this was no teenage kiss. This was heat and hunger and the kind of touch that made me feel alive. His hands roamed like he couldn’t get enough, mapping me with rough palms. I yanked his cowboy hat off and tossed it aside, running my fingers through the thick strands of his hair before hooking my leg around his hip.
His grip slid down to my ass, cupping and lifting me higher, pressing me tighter to the wall. A helpless moan slipped past my lips.
He pulled away just enough to fist my hair, tilting my head and claiming my neck with slow, open-mouthed kisses that climbed to my ear. His tongue traced my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
“I need you,” I breathed, half-plea, half-confession.
“Right here?” His voice was low, teasing, his mouth still hot on my neck.
“You knew what you were doing down there,” I whispered.
Logan chuckled against my skin, the sound deep and sinful. I was burning from the inside out, the memory of his touch beneath the table still thrumming through me. The secrecy, the risk—it had me unraveling.
My family was downstairs. I was in my childhood bedroom. And I was going to let Logan Walker ruin me.
“Did you like it, Ellie? When I touched you where they could’ve seen?”
“Yes,” I admitted, breathless.
His groan was raw, vibrating against my throat. I grabbed his jaw, bringing his mouth back to mine in a fevered kiss.
He set me down just long enough to unbutton his jeans. My own clothes came off in a blur, urgency crackling between us. A moment later he had me in his arms again, lifting, angling, and thrusting into me in one deep, devastating stroke.
I gasped, my cry muffled by his palm as his dark, dilated eyes locked on mine. His pace was relentless, all possession and no hesitation.
“That’s it,” he growled, each word punctuated by the sharp drive of his hips. “Take me so damn good.”
He shifted, slowing just to torment me, dragging the friction out until I was clenching around him, desperate for more. Then,his movements were fast and hard again. Logan held me up with one arm braced against the wall, making me feel every inch of him.
“Logan,” I moaned, my voice breaking as my release built, winding tighter and tighter until it snapped. My head tipped back, my mouth falling open as pleasure tore through me in waves. He followed, his body shuddering against mine, his groan low and raw in my ear.
We stayed there for a beat, both breathing hard, before he eased me to the floor.
“Think they noticed we were gone?” he asked, fastening his jeans.
“Oh, definitely,” I said, wriggling back into mine before moving toward the mirror on my wall.
I ran a hand down my hair, making sure it didn’t look too crazy.
Logan plucked his hat from my desk and stepped beside me, our reflections side by side. I caught his gaze in the glass, my smile slow and sure.
He smirked, adjusting his brim. “We look good together, don’t we, Ace?”
39
LOGAN
Ellie: I’m treating you to ice cream. I’ll be there in five minutes. If you’re not dressed wait until I get there so I can have a show too (;
Me: Shouldn’t I be the one treating you to things?
Ellie: Boys deserve to be spoiled too
Me: *men
