Page 42 of Chaos At Second Sight

His lips parted. His eyes fluttered shut.

This is it.

Not wasting another heartbeat, I took off.

The stunned silence behind me lasted mere seconds.

“Come back here, Yvaine!” he snarled. Heavy yet very fast footsteps slapped on the mud behind me.

I laughed so hard I almost dropped the ball. No one could stand between me and my touchdown now. I only had an angry bull chasing after me like I was a red flag.

My whole family cheered me on, even Uncle Clyde, and cameras clicked, capturing the event.

The end zone was right there…

One foot from glory, two strong arms caught me and my world tipped. Before Logan could crush me like a bug, he twisted us mid-air and landed underneath me with a grunt.

“I got you,” he snarled out huskily, his arms a chain around me.

Poor Rudy hadn’t noticed yet. My outstretched arm, ball in hand, had crossed the painted white line.

“Touchdown!” I yelled.

“That’s my niece!” Uncle Angus bragged.

“You tricked the hunk well, rionnag!” Grandma shouted.

All smiles, I gazed down at Logan, too quiet to be normal. His arms tightened more around me. My breath caught when I fully noticed our position; I was basically smeared across him like I was butter and he was a scone. The sparks flaring with his touch made my heart stumble over itself.

“Yeah, you did it, Bunny Doc,” he murmured hoarsely, his eyes focused on my parted lips. “And now I’ll score my touchdown.”

With that, he flipped us unexpectedly. One big palm around my nape, he towered above me, his weight on his elbows and knees.

My world shattered when his lips fell on mine.

They fit so perfectly that, for a moment, I couldn’t believe that geometrical fact.

His hand tightened on my neck. Breathing forgotten, I instead savored the mint and sweat from his rain-wet lips.

“Masturbator, you’re so whipped!” Lachlan shouted from a distance but neither of us cared.

Someone came to get the ball, and the game moved on.

Again, neither of us cared.

We were kissing like there was no tomorrow, no past, no family, or friends to witness any of this. My hands automatically tangled with his wet locks. My obsession.

“Finally,” Logan sighed against my lips, his gray eyes hooded. But I wasn’t letting the Terminator terminate the kiss. My wolf agreed. My mouth found his parted one again, tongues meeting and dancing. I felt so light I was sure I was about to float away.

Logan released a shuddering breath, holding me in a way that made it impossible to move.

“I’m happy you came,” I told him.

He pecked my lips once, twice, three times, lingering a little longer on the last one. His eyes were warm as they gazed into my own. “I’m happy I came too.”

I smiled.

He smiled back.