Page 8 of Best Kept Secret
“Holy shit,” I hiss into his mouth, so, so close.
He cups my breast, thumb grazing my nipple through the lace, and I throw my head back on a moan when he pinches it, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as his lips pepper kisses down over the column of my throat.
“Chrissake, you are so fucking perfect,” Logan murmurs against my skin, his tongue darting out to lick the sensitive trigger point.
His thigh rubs harder against me, and his lips continue downwards, skating over my chest, between the valley of my breasts, before I feel his warm breath through my bra, fanning hot against my pebbled nipple. But just when I feel him tug thelace cup down, the gravity of what we’re actually doing hits me like a freight train, causing me to close in on myself.
With a hand held against his chest, I keep him at bay, searching his hazy, lust-filled eyes as I utter the three tiny words I never wanted to say out loud.
“I’m a virgin.”
CHAPTER 4
LOGAN
The silence that rings through the room in the wake of Millie’s admission is deafening, like one of those high-pitched frequencies only a dog can hear. I stare down at her, my eyes bouncing between hers, trying to make sense of what she’s just said because surely I heard her wrong. Right?
“Are… are you serious?”
When her face falls and she tries to scramble out from underneath me, I realize I didn’t hear her wrong. She’s a virgin. And fuck me this would have to be the worst possible moment to have the world’s most painful hard-on in the history of male erections, that’s for damn sure.
Before she can get away, I grab her hip, holding her right where she is despite what the feel of her curves pressed up against me is doing to the already throbbing ache in my balls.
“I’m sorry.I didn’t mean that, I… just?—”
“It’s okay.” She shakes her head, dismissing whatever I was about to say, I have no idea. I’m in shock, and words fail me at the best of times.
Refusing to look me in my eyes, Millie continues, “You can just go if you want to.”
“Absolutely the fuck not,” I huff because just what kind of asshole does she take me for? “Look at me.”
“I can’t. I’m too embarrassed.”
I can’t help but laugh because she’s sexy as hell, but she’s adorable, too. And I am fucking hooked on her.
Tucking a finger under her chin, I force her to look at me. And when I finally see the fear, mortification, and downright innocence in her eyes… fuck, I feel it straight in my chest, right where my heart beats.
“You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about, Millie,” I assure her. “Actually, I think it’s kind of hot.”
“Yeah, right. A twenty-two-year-old virgin.Sohot.” She rolls her eyes.
“It is.” I grin, and I’m being honest. “Besides, it could be worse…”
She arches an eyebrow, waiting.
I bite back my smirk. “You could’ve had sex with that popped-collared d-bag.”
A giggle bursts out of her, and the sound is everything. And honestly, if all I do tonight is lie here with a semi, listening to her giggle while basking in the scent of the vanilla and peach that wafts up from the silky strands of her hair, then that’s fine by me.
“Is there a reason you waited?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.
“Well, my dad never let me date in high school.” She snorts. “And, for the biggest whore known to man, Dallas was surprisingly overprotective of me when it came to boys. I guess he assumed all guys were the same as him.”
My stomach twists at the mention of my teammate. My teammate who would skin me alive if he knew where I was right now. I blink away that thought, forcing myself to the present.
“And our older brother, Austin,” Millie continues, “well, let’s just say he threatened to shoot my prom date’s kneecaps out if he so much as laid a finger on me. My entire senior prom I justsat at a table, drinking spiked punch while watching my so-calleddatedance with other girls because he was too scared to be within ten yards of me.”
I stifle a laugh. I don’t have any sisters, but if I did, I can’t say I wouldn’t be exactly the same. I know what teenage boys are like. Hell, I was one not so long ago and, frankly, we’re not much better at twenty-four.
