He’s looking at my lips. A surge of something electric shoots through me.
He swallows hard. “I will.”
“Are you going to freak out if I kiss you?”
His pupils flare. “Probably. Yes.”
I nod. “You want me to do it anyway?”
“Chase, right now I’d probably let you do anything. Do it without asking. Punch me in the face. Bend me over and whip me. Please do whatever the fuck you want with me so I stop thinking so much?—”
I close the gap between us in an instant, pressing my mouth to his.
The heat of his lips feels wicked, like there’s something burning between us. He exhales the moment our lips touch, and I don’t hold back.
I stay there on him, lifting my hand and bringing it to his hair to lace my fingers through it, and I’m surprised when Logan doesn’t seem to hold himself back either.
He opens for me, sliding his tongue along mine, and the slick sensation goes straight to my cock.
I bring my hips forward and rut up against his hip with my cock.
“Don’t give me that much permission,” I say against his lips before going back in to claim his lower lip with my teeth.
I pull his lip back slowly, then let it go, bringing my thumb to swipe over it.
“Can’t help it,” he says.
I’ve wanted it for so long.
Too fucking long.
“You let me do things like this, and I’ll want to do them all the time,” I warn him. “Don’t know if you’re ready for that.”
“Maybe you should try me. I’m not the same person I was last year. I…fuck, Chase, I’m so tired of self-control.”
“So drop it. I’m here. I’m in control now, and I can handle it. I want you torelax.”
He pulls in a long breath as I press a kiss to the edge of his lips. “Is that a command?”
“It absolutely is, Logan.”
I pull back a little, realizing one of my fists is still curled on his shirt while the other is tucked at the back of his hair.
“You deserve more than I give. You deserve to hear me speak more openly about my life. About my past. All of me.”
“You don’t have to tell me anything else,” I say against his neck. “We don’t owe each other shit. I’m well aware of that?—”
“Will you stay here?” he says suddenly.
I squeeze him tighter. “You really must be sleep deprived to be asking that.”
“Fuck you,” he murmurs, his voice slightly muffled against the side of my head. “I’d still like it, even if I wasn’t. You wereall overme on the couch this afternoon.”
“I thought I was bugging you earlier.”
He lets out a frustrated groan against me, almost like he’s pissed. “I loved it.”
I shift one hand down his back. He leans in to kiss me again, biting on my lower lip to pull it back now, just like I did to him. He gives me a sultry look afterward.
