"The way you're looking at him right now suggests you do know, baby," he gives back and then licks from the base of my neck up to my ear. "Kiss him. And let me watch."
The moment he says that, he bites my earlobe and then releases me, pushing me lightly forward. Straight into Logan's hands.
Oh my God.
My heart loses its rhythm as the blond man comes closer until his breath hits my face. Logan uses one hand to lift my chin and make me look at him.
Damn beautiful man with those light eyes, now with the pupils dilated with desire, the mouth with the upper lip a little fuller, and the trail of stubble marked around his jaw.
"Yes or no, princess?" he asks, his low voice sounding against my mouth.
Should I do this? Definitely not.
Do I have the strength to keep denying that I want to? Also no.
So I do the last thing I have left.
I say yes.
Chapter 24
Charlotte
Time becomes a strange measure the moment I say yes, that I want to kiss Ethan's best friend. It seems to take an eternity before the player's big hands find my body, one on my nape and the other on my back, pressing me against him. And even longer before his mouth finds mine, but the moment that collision happens, everything goes too fast.
Logan devours me. There's no other word to describe it. He asks for passage into my mouth with his tongue and I grant it, taking the impact of his taste mixed with the wine.
His hand threads through my hair, commanding the direction of my head at his own pleasure. But it's the firm grip and the light tug he gives the strands that makes my legs give out. Logan seems to notice, because he presses me harder against him.
He tastes like desire and lust, forbidden and fun, all at once. I hadn't even let go of him yet and I already wanted more.
His erection growing against my stomach is driving me crazy too. I find myself moving my hands down from his neck to his strong arms, which I scratch a little, and Logan moans against my mouth. The sound of it goes straight to my panties.
I have no idea how long the kiss lasts. I'm out of breath and yet I complain when the player releases me and pulls back, taking a good step away.
We're both panting and my whole body is hot as hell. I miss his touch immediately, and I swear my pussy is screaming in desperation for attention.
Well, if the question was whether Logan Hayes kissed as well as I remembered... the answer is: even better.
I admire the blond's swollen lips and his eyes fixed on me until I'm interrupted by Ethan's hands grabbing me. He spins me and holds my chin firmly.
"I liked that a lot more than I expected," he confesses, running his thumb over my swollen lip. I bite the tip of his finger and Ethan smiles diabolically. By this point I've seen this man turned on a dozen times, but the expression right now? It's pure wickedness and it makes me wet my lips in anticipation. "My turn?"
"Please." It's all I manage to murmur.
Ethan shifts his eyes to the spot above my head and stares at Logan for five whole seconds, in a silent communication I can't interpret, but that seems to make him decide to push me backward. The moment my back hits Logan's torso, Ethan kisses me with everything he's got.
It's harder and more desperate than the kisses we usually trade and it leaves me weak. He explores my mouth, sucks my tongue, and gives little bites to my lips until he makes me moan in the middle of the kiss.
I know his taste by heart: it's intense, but familiar and sweet. It always spreads through me like warm syrup and I'm completely addicted.
I cling to him instinctively, wanting more than anything for him to lift me up and fuck me against the nearest wall.
Except the current "wall" is a blond over six feet tall, whose very hard cock is now between the cheeks of my butt and his hands squeezing my waist hard.
Add that to Ethan's kisses, our tastes mixed together, and his tugs on my hair, and the result is a Charlotte about to explode.
I press my legs together, needy for friction.
