Page 21 of Not By the Playbook

I’m not convinced. “Let me see,” I order.

Chapter Twelve

BECS

Tension lines takeroot between Logan’s brows as he carefully pushes my curls behind my ear and feels around for bumps. I can’t help but give him a lightheaded smile even though there is absolutely nothing wrong with me.

“Logan, really, I’m fine.”

He cradles my head in one hand, the other wraps around me so I am completely enveloped in all things Logan. His eyes are soft, serious, and his lips are so, so close. I ought to put some space between us. It’s not like there is anyone around, no Jenna to impress. But any rational decision-making skills deserted me days ago, and I don’t pull back. I can’t. Not when he is holding me like I’m something precious.

Instead, I close my eyes and allow myself to reach for him and press my lips against his.

All of a sudden, our mouths are fusing like they’ve been apart too long. I groan, and Logan’s teeth nip my lower lip, asking for entry.

I comply with a moan, letting him in as my arms twirl around him. He jerks back at the sound. “Shit, you okay? Your head!” His voice is husky, even as his eyes blaze.

Momentary sanity returns. Can I blame this on an injury that’s already dissipated?

My palms cup his shoulders, intending to push him back, make more breathing room for myself. But my hands stroke up his shoulder and coil around his neck. “You’re like the best medicine. You kissed me all better.”

Logan’s lips twitch, a sign he knows I’m fine. He lets out a low, sexy laugh. “Well, we can do more than just better.” He ducks down and kisses me again, and I’m toppling back on the couch. He follows, his hands landing on either side of my head.

Blue eyes silently ask,Is this okay?

I bring one hand to the back of his head and tug him down in answer, the other wraps around his heavily muscled back. His bare chest presses against the thin tank I’m wearing and my nipples scream for more of the searing friction.

My fingers travel further south, almost to that delicious butt, and he groans. He shifts his weight to one side and slips a hand under my top.

His warm fingers against my belly are like matches to my skin, and I all but go up in flames as I arch up for more. His hands roam up until his palm is cupping my breast through the lace of my bra, his thumb stroking across the taut crest.

Soft lips travel down, nuzzling into my neck, finding my pulsing heartbeat, and he gives that spot a lick that sizzles through me all the way down between my legs. One of my limbs wraps around him and his pelvis presses heavily on me, his hardness apparent.

The buzzer interrups—security is sending up a registered guest. We jump apart. Both of our eyes widen.

Jenna.

Like two little kids avoiding the teacher, he picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, and rushes for his bedroom. The door slams behind us the same moment we hear the elevators open.

We’re both wheezing, desperately trying to keep our laughter contained. He sets me down against the door, keeping his hands on my hips. Slowly the laughter subsides. The air between us shifts and the tension rises up again. Our lips find each other once more, and we kiss desperately. I groan.

“Shh.” He spins us around until it’s his back to the door and walks us toward the bed. When the backs of my knees hit the mattress, I let myself topple back and he comes down over me, hovering on his forearms. Our eyes meet and hold.

He props himself up on his elbow and deliberately sneaks his hand back under my top, there is no mistaking his intention now.

Impatient, I creep my fingers under and pull the tank off entirely, giving him room to maneuver. His eyes meet mine again, and a sexy grin forms on his face before his attention drops back to my chest. His head follows and his lips meet my nipple through the delicate lace. He licks and I arch up, moaning for more. I bring the back of one hand to my mouth to stifle the sounds I can’t help but make while the other claws at the back of his neck.

Blue eyes lift to mine, they are a hot brand on my skin. He gives me another lick, making my core clench, underscoring the hollow within me.

His palm curves around my back and deft fingers unclasp my bra. He tugs it off, leaving nothing between my breast and his mouth. His tongue swirls around one hardened tip before tracing his way to the other crest and giving it the same treatment.

His tongue maps a trail to my belly then down to my panties. He stops, his nose pressed against the gusset, and breathes in my sex, and groans, as if he is hungry for it. My already flaming skin scorches.

I’m not prepared when his tongue swipes against that part of me. It’s like pinpricks in my toes that zap up to the ends of my hair.

He tugs down the scrap of lace, and his nostrils flare. “I’ve wanted to fuck this pussy with my tongue all day.”

He smiles when I gasp. It’s a slow curl of his lips, then he drops his head and licks me again before closing his lips around my nub. He sucks and gives me a gentle nip. And then he gets to work.

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