Page 73 of Break the Barrier
Her lips meet mine in a frenzy of lust and something more. Something that tells me there is more to this than just an act, than some show for my kid, for the town, and for the assholes who want to do her harm.
Just the thought of them makes my need to claim her even greater, and I slip my tongue into her mouth, tasting the mint on hers.
Her hips come up to meet mine, and I push her, encouraging her to step back until her legs hit the edge of her desk.
With the leverage, she’s able to wrap her legs around my waist, seating herself comfortably against my erection, and Igroan at the contact, tearing my lips from hers and moving down over her jaw and to her neck.
Her hands reach up to my hat, and she takes it off. I pull off her and give her a heated stare.
“Put it on,” I demand.
Her eyes widen, and she looks at the hat in her hand. “Why?”
“Because.” I lean forward, unable to help myself and press a tight, firm kiss to her lips. “Once you put my hat on, you’re mine.”
She looks to the hat again and back to me. Her eyes are intense, and she swallows. Then, she tucks my hat onto her head and says, “I’m already yours.”
Fuck, that sounds good.
I smile at the sight of her, my hat on her head and her skin red with the faint trace of my lips and beard running over her. “Damn straight, Mrs. Cash.”
Before she can contradict me, because I know she’ll try no matter how correct I am, I take her mouth with my own again, my hands running over the sides of her body.
When my hands hit the skin under her shirt, she shivers and grabs at them.
“Logan.”
I stop all movement, anything I do with her will be pleasurable for the both of us. If she tells me she’s not ready, then I respect that.
“Yeah?” I ask, tipping my hat up on her head so I can see her face.
“I want to be with you,” she starts. “But not here, not on this desk at the back of my bar.”
I’m already nodding, berating myself for not being patient. “Right, of course.”
“I’m sorry.”
I look back at her and see the worry simmering in her eyes. Worry that I’ll hurt her?
Because that could never happen.
“Don’t ever apologize.” I lean forward, taking her lips in a long, languid kiss. “Ever.”
Thea looks up at me, and that worry turns to the trust I’ve been trying so hard to build.
I can’t break it now.
26
thea
Anticipation was eating me alive.
It was Friday night, and things at the bar were—as usual—wild and crazy. It was nice having three of my sisters here tonight, along with our servers and barbacks, it made everything flow easily.
But there was a simmering tension in the air, created solely by me.
It’s been nearly three days since I saw Logan last.
