Page 72 of Becoming Selfish

“We should get going,” she says in an almost sleepy and sedated voice, her warm breath brushing against my skin.

“I don’t want to.”

“It’s almost dark, and you have to get back for your party.”

I almost completely forgot about the alumni party tonight. Jay and the guys will kill me if I’m not there, but I don’t know if I care anymore. I just want to be wherever Logan is tonight.

“Come on.” She stands from my lap, taking the blanket with her and wrapping it around herself.

A small whimper from the loss of contact escapes my lips, causing Logan to giggle at my neediness. I grab both of our empty cups and stack them within one another to throw them away back at the coffee shop.

“Hop on,” I tell her as I turn my back towards her.

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s too dark to see through that maze of trees. I’d rather just carry you.”

“Here, I’ll hold the cups.” She holds out her hand for our trash.

Logan gets on the bench and climbs on my back, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I fucking love the feeling of her body against mine.

I start weaving through the trees while Logan holds her phone out to light our path. She bends down and gently places a single kiss on my neck, causing my whole body to be overtaken by goosebumps. I almost decide to put her down right here, pin her up against one of these trunks, and kiss her for a while. But I know she’s cold, and I want to get the heat on in the truck for her as soon as possible.

When we reach my truck, I open her door, and she climbs in with ease. Her flawless long legs make the step-up look easy, and I can’t help but admire her perfect ass as she does. I take the empty cups from her and toss them in the trash outside of the coffee shop. The lights inside are off, and Trev’s car is gone, which isn’t too surprising; It has gotten pretty late.

When I jump in my car, I quickly start the engine and crank the heat for Logan. She’s going to have a tough time once actual winter hits if this is how she’s handling late September. Before I back out of the parking space, I reach across the center divider and put my hand on Logan’s thigh, partly to warm her up, but mostly because I want to touch her again. She places her hand on mine as her eyes dart to me, and suddenly the temperature in the truck feels like it went up another ten degrees.

“Thanks for bringing me here,” she says sweetly as her eyes wander to my lips then back to my eyes again.

“Come here,” I whisper, pulling her hand towards me, motioning for her to sit on my lap. I take off my baseball cap and toss it in the backseat, not wanting it to be in our way.

She climbs over the center console, straddling her legs around me. And fuck, does she feel good. Reaching behind her, I quickly kill the engine. I have a feeling it’s about to get too hot in here to have the heat blasting at us from the vents.

As I bring my hand back, I place it on her hip and slide her forward, pressing her closer to me. I can already feel myself getting hard beneath her as my jeans are beginning to tighten, and it’s not because I haven’t had sex since I met her, but because it’s Logan that’s sitting on me. She places her hands on my shoulders and leans down, gently placing her forehead on mine, but she doesn’t kiss me. Her lips stay only an inch or two above mine, and it’s taking everything in me to keep it slow and savor every moment between us.

I look into her green eyes as she looks into mine. Reaching up, I remove my beanie from her head and toss it aside without breaking eye contact with her. A strand of hair falls into her face, so I tuck it behind her ear, keeping my hand resting there, on the side of her face. Her eyes flutter close at my touch, and I can feel the pulse in her neck quickening under my fingertips. My breathing accelerates, and my lips part, all thanks to the view I have of her wearing my jacket and straddling me in my truck. We haven’t even kissed yet, but between her ever so slightly rocking on my lap and our mutually ragged breaths, I’m already insanely turned on.

My lips find their way to her neck, but still, I don’t kiss her. I graze them against her skin as I take in her heavenly vanilla scent. My nose trails a line from the base of her neck to her jaw while my bottom lip drags behind, causing little bumps to form all over Logan’s body, before I kiss the sensitive spot just below her ear. I pull back to look into her eyes, but I can’t wait any longer as I lick my lips and crush them against hers. We simultaneously let out a pair of matching moans in relief. I part my lips and deepen our kiss as Logan’s tongue grazes mine. I groan much too loudly, but I don’t even care. The way my body responds to hers is like nothing I’ve experience before.

Logan’s hands find their way into my hair, and she burrows them there, tugging gently at the roots. Moving both my hands to either side of her hips, I begin to ever so slightly rock them harder and faster against me. I’m really regretting my decision to wear jeans. I wish I could feel her better.

She moves her lips from my mouth to my neck, dragging them up to my ear until she gently nibbles and sucks on it. Her flushed cheek is pressed tightly to mine before she continues to trail wet kisses down the length of my neck.

I love watching her take control. It’s sexy as hell.

“Fuck,” I say in a low, raspy voice as my head falls back onto the headrest. The car is filled with heavy breaths and moans, and between her teasing lips and her hips’ perfect movements, I’m about to explode.

Her lips find their way back to mine as I lean forward with her in my lap, needing to take control before her expert movements cause me to humiliate myself by coming in my jeans before we even really get started. I move my hands to her ass, squeezing tightly as I try to relieve some of the pressure building up in my body.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this attracted to someone before, and I feel out of my element with Logan. Sexually, I’m plenty experienced, but I’ve never been with someone I care for this much. It’s proven to be a much more challenging task to control myself than I expected.

Reaching my hands around to the hem of her sweatshirt, I begin to slide it up, needing to focus on her pleasure and suppress mine before I embarrass myself.

I keep my lips connected to hers when my hands reach the silky-smooth skin of her stomach. As they travel up, the beat of her heart quickens under my palm. She has a light layer of moisture forming on her skin from the heat inside this truck, and I’m sure my body’s temperature matches hers. I want to get our clothes off as soon as possible. No, I need to get our clothes off as soon as possible so that I can see her perfect body in my hands. Luckily, the parking lot is pitch black, and there is no one within miles to see what’s about to happen inside my car.

As soon as my fingertips reach the base of her satin bra, an alarmingly loud ring radiates throughout my truck. Logan gasps in surprise, disconnecting our lips in shock. The vibrating phone in the center console displays Marc’s flashing name across the screen.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I groan, leaning my head down on Logan’s chest as her body begins shake with laughter.

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