Page 7 of Best Kept Secret
As I stare into his eyes, something passes between us. Something I’ve never felt before.
“I’d fight for you,” he whispers, and I’m not sure if I’m imagining it or not, but I’m almost certain he’s inching closer to me. “Every goddamn time.”
Okay, so it’s not my imagination. He’s literally right there. I can feel his warm breath as it fans against my skin, my lips. His heady scent envelops me, rendering me intoxicated on leather and cocoa and the hint of something sweet, and I’m forced to swallow hard, licking my suddenly dry lips.
He’s going to kiss me; I can tell by the look in his eyes. And I know I should tell him. If this is going where I think it’s going, he deserves to know. But when his rough hand cups my jaw, when his gaze dips down to my mouth, as the slightly calloused pad of his thumb traces the curve of my bottom lip causing my lashes to flutter, my mind draws a complete blank.
“This is so against the rules…” he utters, his voice barely a whisper.
My brows knit together.Rules?
As if he can hear my thoughts, he releases a resigned sigh. “Messing around with a teammate’s sister…”
And I’m not sure if it’s the mention of my brother, and the sheer existence of some bullshit and highly contradictory rule, especially given that Dallas—and most hockey players for that matter—are notorious sluts, but when I notice Logan take a pause, hovering less than a hairsbreadth too far, I find myself doing something I didn’t know I had in me.
Wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I tug him closer, so close my lips graze his, and I’m forced to stare deep into those kaleidoscope eyes.
“Fuck the rules,” I whisper, claiming his mouth with mine.
A delicious groan rumbles from somewhere deep in Logan’s chest, and I take that sound as a good sign. I’ve never been this forward. I’ve never had the confidence to make any move, let alone the first, but the sound he just made, combined with the way his other hand comes up to cup my face, the conflicting way he’s so gentle while he holds me hostage against his mouth, it all only spurs me on.
At first, the kiss is timid, nothing but lips, but when I catch the hint of the metallic tang of blood from his wound, it does something to me, unleashes something. I scoot even closer, wrapping both my arms around his neck as I tentatively glide my tongue inside his parted mouth, eliciting another sound from him that causes heat to pool between my thighs.
I think he can tell that I have no idea what I’m doing, and thank God because I really, really don’t. Taking control, he deepens the kiss, tangling his expert tongue with mine, and when he licks into my mouth in the most filthy way, a whimper slips from me and falls into our kiss, which he greedily swallows with another satisfied groan.
Logan’s hands drop from my face and trail down my sides, stopping at my waist. I feel his fingers toy with the hem of my sweater before dipping underneath and dragging against myskin, causing a shiver to run through me. Gently, he pushes my top up, his palms skating over my ribs before reaching my bra, and I suck in a breath, freezing momentarily.
“Sorry, I?—”
I shake my head, dismissing his apology.
You’re twenty-two, Millie,I remind myself.
Mustering enough courage, I close my eyes a moment and lift my sweater up and over my head, tossing the delicate cashmere to the floor. Trepidation licks at my spine when I suddenly realize I’ve never been in this situation before. I know a bra covers just as much as a bathing suit, but this is different. This isn’t the beach or poolside; this is my bedroom, late night. I’ve never been so exposed before, and the confidence I had moments ago wanes, making way for self-doubt and fear. I don’t have big breasts, and I saw that blonde who was all over Logan when Dallas and I showed up at the club earlier. She was everything I’m not, and I can’t help but feel as if I pale in comparison to any woman he’s ever seen this indisposed before.
I try to cover what I can with my arms, but Logan stops me, taking my hands in his and entwining his fingers with mine, and despite his soft gaze, his eyes flare as he takes me in, the corner of his mouth tugging up in the hint of a gentle smile.
“Don’t do that,” he whispers. “You’re beautiful.”
His words tamp down the doubt coursing through me, and I relax. He leans in again, but instead of my lips, he presses a kiss to the crook of my neck, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin in a way that I feel it in my core.
“Oh, God.” I sigh, my head lolling to the side of its own volition, giving him better access.
His shoulders shudder with a chuckle, but he continues to lavish that one spot with licks and sucks, teeth gently dragging against me, causing my toes to curl and a ball of need to coil deep in my belly. God, how embarrassing. I’m practically panting.
Pulling away, Logan rears back just enough to look at me, and my God, shirtless, with a lock of hair that’s fallen over his forehead, one eye narrowed just a touch, one brow quirked, causing his forehead to do that sexy James Dean wrinkle thing? RIP me.
As if he knows exactly what he’s doing to me, his lips twitch with the hint of a cocky smirk, but he says nothing, instead shuffling back on my bed and resting against the pillows, taking me with him so I’m forced to lie on top of him. When I feel the hardness in his suit pants press into my stomach, I can’t stop myself from almost choking on my own gasp. It’s not like I’ve never felt a penis before, but I can confidently say I’ve never felt one as big as this.
“You good?”
I press my lips together, trying to act cool. “Mm-hmm.”
His smiling eyes dip to my mouth, and his gaze darkens.
“C’mere,” he murmurs, pulling me up his body and even closer, and then, as if I weigh nothing, he flips me onto my back and rolls on top of me.
Logan settles his thick thigh between my legs, rubbing against me in the most delicious way. And when his tongue thrusts into my mouth, I moan, kissing him frantically, desperate for more friction, desperate for all that I can get.
