Page 46 of The Pumpkin Spice Cafe
‘Someone is messing with you.’
Jeanie’s eyes went wide at his admission. ‘You think so?’
‘It’s starting to seem like it.’
Jeanie opened her mouth and then slammed it shut again. What the hell was she keeping from him?
‘What is it?’ he asked, gruffly.
‘Nothing.’
‘Jeanie.’
She huffed. ‘Nothing! I promise I’ll tell you if there are any more developments in the case.’
‘The case?’
‘Yeah,’ she said with a smile. ‘The case of the Pumpkin Spice Mysteries.’
‘Okay, Nancy Drew.’
She grinned. ‘Logan?’
‘Yeah?’
‘Are you going to kiss me?’ She leaned closer as she asked it and suddenly Logan didn’t give a shit about broken windows.
‘Do youwantme to kiss you, Jeanie?’ His voice was a low rumble and Jeanie’s eyes fluttered closed.
‘I think it would be very helpful if you did.’
He watched her lips tip into a teasing smile before he leaned forward and brushed his mouth against hers. She sighed and wrapped her hands in his shirt, pulling him toward her.
She belonged here, too, tucked against him, her lips on his, her little breathy sighs on his skin.
He deepened the kiss and Jeanie met him, her tongue sliding against his. Her hands were still in his shirt, tugging him like she couldn’t get close enough. They were wearing too many layers of clothes and this cab was too cramped. He groaned in frustration as his hands ran over layers of coat and sweater. It was like making out in space suits.
‘Hold on.’ Jeanie pulled back, ripping off her coat and flinging it into the back seat. Her sweater followed, leaving her in the long-sleeved T-shirt she had been wearing underneath. She wasn’t exactly naked, but at least he could see her shape, could run his hands over her curves, which was exactly what he was doing as Jeanie unbuttoned his shirt.
Once she had it opened, a frown crossed her face at the sight of the Henley he was wearing underneath.
‘Damn it.’
Logan huffed a laugh. This was absurd. They should probably just cool it...
His thoughts stuttered as Jeanie’s hands roved under his shirt, raking across the bare skin of his stomach.
‘That’s better,’ she said against his neck as she kissed him on the rough stubble beneath his beard.
He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her round so that she was straddling him in the driver’s seat.
‘Even better.’
Jeanie grinned and he kissed her again. He couldn’t get enough of her mouth, always smiling, always teasing him. So soft and willing.
Logan had one girlfriend in all of high school and their relationship lasted less than three months, but this moment, making out in his truck, still fully dressed but wishing he wasn’t, took him right back to those torturous months. They grasped at each other, groped, and grabbed. No finesse, just need. Just like in those days, with some vague notion in the back of his head about why they shouldn’t take it further, but the reasons disappeared with every drag of her tongue against his.
Jeanie’s hands were everywhere, her fingers digging into his shoulders and then traveling up to tug at his hair. Their mouths were just as desperate, and when Jeanie rocked forward in his lap, he thought for sure he would die on the spot.
