Page 6 of Seven of Hearts

I stared at him as he stared back. A rush of pent-up adolescent feelings came roaring in all at once. I had always wanted Logan, but he had never wanted me. Never even looked at me. But now he was. And I didn’t want him to look away.

I wanted him.Badly.

“I think I should probably—you know—dry off.”

“Right," he agreed, though his eyes never left me.

“Best man coming in to save the day,” I said right before my dress fell to my feet. “Shit.”

Logan let out a heavy breath as he took me in. “Goddamn.”

I scrambled to pick up my dress to cover myself, but I only managed to tangle my heels in the fabric with each attempt.

I slipped again, and Logan swore. Arms banded around my waist as he caught me against his chest. “Has anyone told you that you’re clumsy enough to be a danger to yourselfandothers?”

“A time or two.”

Before I could make sense of what was happening, Logan was lifting me and setting me on the countertop beside the sink. He had already shucked off his tuxedo jacket, but he stepped back to look at me as he unbuttoned his dress shirt.

“Here,” he said as he took it off and draped it around my shoulders like a cape. His hands lingered, smoothing down my arms to my hips.

He wanted to cover me up after eye-fucking me on the bathroom floor? What kind of mind game was that?

“What?” I asked. “Everyone has nipples. It shouldn’t be that shocking.”

Logan’s eyes flicked to me, then to my chest as he picked up my dress and reached for the hair dryer. “Not everyone has yours.”

My head spun at the comment. I blinked, trying to regain my bearings. “Seventeen-year-old me would have died on the spot if she knew one day you’d say that.”

The admission made him grin. A full ear-to-ear smile had always been rare for him. But he gave it to me. And that felt special.

“Then maybe let’s keep that secret between us and not loop my sister in.”

I studied his bare chest. He had always been tall, even as a teenager. But now he was grown. Filled out. Straps of muscle wrapped around his arms and shoulders, stretching down his chest and abs.

“I should probably be embarrassed, but I think I stopped caring during drink number three.”

He fiddled with the hair dryer, but never made a move to plug it in. “Oh yeah?”

I looked down, cupped my boobs in my hands, and pushed them together. “You’re right. I do have fantastic tits.”

Logan shifted, dropping the hair dryer so that he could adjust the front of his slacks. “You’re gonna fucking kill me. You know that, right?”

The fall onto the bathroom floor had sobered me up, but the blissful haze was back. Or maybe that was lust.

I dropped my gaze to his fly as his shirt slid off my shoulders and draped in the crook of my elbows. “Dying with a hard-on would be unfortunate...”

Logan gripped the edge of the countertop, his knuckles bleaching under the pressure. “We were reminiscing down at the bar...”

“Yeah?”

“So tell me something,” he said as he moved to stand in front of me and slid his hands up my bare legs. “What else did seventeen-year-old you want me to say?”

I tipped my knees open, inviting him to stand between my legs. His hands wrapped around my thighs, spreading them a little farther apart.

My heart pounded wildly as I raked my eyes over his chest. Was his beating just as hard?

I couldn’t possibly tell him all the adolescent fantasies I used to have that revolved around him. It was so cliche—lusting after my best friend’s brother.

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