Page 59 of Best Kept Secret
Her face scrunches up. “No. Hannah told me it’s disgusting.”
I chuckle then, remembering the night I made Hannah a mug of Moon Milk to try help calm her down. She choked, ran to the sink, and spat it out. “Of course, she did.”
Millie smiles, dipping her spoon into the Nutella again. She glances at me through her lashes, a playful smile tugging at her mouth. “Do you like Nutella?”
“Never tried it.”
Her jaw drops like I’ve just told her I worship the devil. But then her smile reappears, only this time it’s almost mischievous, and as she pulls the spoon out, she holds it up in the air.
“Nah…” I laugh. “The team nutritionist would kick my ass.”
She deadpans. “You already ate a giant pretzel, a hot dog, two scoops of pistachio gelato, and a slice of pizza. What’s one tiny little spoon of chocolatey, hazelnutty goodness to finish out the day?” she teases, waving the spoon in the air in front of me.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re a brat, Red?” I quirk a brow.
“Yeah, you,” she sasses. “A thousand times, at least.”
Rolling my eyes, I place my mug down onto the counter andtake a step toward her, closing the distance between us. When I’m right there, pressed up against her knees, I lean in closer, placing my hands on the countertop, one on either side of her, effectively caging her in. As I loom over her, staring deep into her eyes, the air between us shifts in an instant, and I nudge her knees apart with my hip, moving between her thighs, so fucking close. And as much as she tries to act unaffected, the sharp breath and the hitch in her chest tells me otherwise.
Tamping down my shit-eating smirk, I open my mouth and wait.
Millie’s throat works with a hard swallow, and there’s an obvious tremor in her hand, the spoon shaking as it edges closer to me. But then, before it reaches me, the dollop of Nutella falls as if in slow motion, and we both track its movement, watching as it lands on the inside of Millie’s thigh with soft splat.
I lift my gaze, meeting Millie’s eyes, the pull between us so strong, it’s like a rubber band about ready to snap at any second.
Millie arches a brow, her smile lingering as she asks, “You gonna taste it, or what?”
CHAPTER 28
MILLIE
Closing his eyes, Logan’s head falls forward, a low, strangled sound rumbling deep in his throat. And, honestly, I can’t say I blame him for such a reaction because who the hell even am I right now?Are you going to taste it, or what?Excuse me? Since when did I become such a temptress? Go me.
The air between us thrums with electricity, thick and fuzzy and dizzying. The ache between my thighs is borderline unbearable, and I’m practically panting. And Logan standing here in front of me in nothing but pajama pants that hang low off his narrow hips, showcasing that teasing pelvic V that dips beneath the waistband, accompanied only by a pair of slutty little reading glasses? This is like a softcore porn fantasy come true.
Something changed between us today. In fact, everything changed between us today. And, right now, I want him. I need him. And I’ll take him in any and every way that I can have him.
Logan looks deep into my eyes, the storm surge swirling in his heady gaze intense and all consuming. As his focus dips to my mouth, his tongue drags over his plump bottom lip, and his hands resting on the countertop on either side of me shift closer, barely grazing my thighs.
He leans in and cocks his head to the side as if he’s about to kiss me, his lips close enough so that all I have to do is crane my neck to meet them, but just before I can reach him, he pulls away, and I huff an exasperated breath.
Moving in again, his lips brush mine as if he’s testing just how far I’m willing to go, but then he hesitates and pulls back again, and a frustrated whimper works its way up the back of my throat, which is when I notice his lips curl up into a cocky smirk. This asshole is teasing me on purpose.
I narrow one eye. Logan chuckles. But before I can give him a piece of my mind, his playful smile lingers, eyes dancing with mischief as he sinks down to his knees right in front of me. His gaze is fixed on mine as he leans in and lays his tongue out flat, lapping at the Nutella. Licking my skin clean with a satisfied hum, my mouth falls open on a silent moan because holy shit, this is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Mmm,” he murmurs against me, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the soft skin on the inside of my thigh, sucking lightly. “Yummy.”
I have no words. I can’t even think straight. Frankly, I don’t even know if I’m breathing. And when Logan flashes me another roguish grin and grabs the jar of Nutella, I watch with bated breath as he dips his finger inside, collecting a big dollop of chocolatey goo before smearing it over my skin and going back for seconds.
I grip the edge of the counter like it’s the only thing stopping me from losing every last part of my self-control, watching on as he lavishes my skin with his tongue in the most filthy way, wishing he was about six inches higher, in the juncture of my thighs where I’m throbbing. And I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something I’ve never had before more than I want this. I’m panting. Fucking panting. I close my eyes tight, clamping down on my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning or screaming or, I don’t know, sacrificing myself to whatever imaginary God will take me.
“You good, Red?”
I look down again, finding Logan peering up at me, a slightly smug smile ghosting his lips.
Not trusting my words, or my ability to form them, I nod. Fast.
“You keep squirming,” he says, pressing another kiss to my skin. “Anyone would think you want more…”
