Page 45 of Wicked Love
He paused, shaking his head, regret etched in his features. “It wasn’t how I wanted it to go. Not our first time. Notanytime.”
“I know,” I said, an ache forming in my chest. I believed him, now more than ever.
He stroked his fingers over my hair, meeting my eyes again. “I don’t mind that you’re with the other guys too. I’ve made my peace with that—and honestly it’s fuckinghotwatching how good we can make you feel when we’re working together. But I want a little bit of you all to myself.”
“Of course,” I said quietly, curling my fingers into the front of his shirt. “You’ve got me. There’ll always be pieces that are special to just the two of us.”
“I want this too. I want what our first time should have been. Things are getting so dangerous, and I don’t want to wait any longer. I love you. And it’s not going to feel right until I’ve written over all that crap from the past.”
My heart swelled at his admission. He loved me. Logan Brookslovedme.
Before the answering words that’d been true for longer than I could say spilled from my mouth, he claimed my lips again. His tongue flicked along my bottom lip, making me whimper. He molded his body against mine, pressing me into the door with his massive muscular frame.
The feel of him set me on fire. My nipples pebbled inside my bra without any further contact. I was pretty sure my panties had liquified. I kissed him back with everything I had in me, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and tugging him closer still.
Logan kissed me again and again until my lips felt swollen. He nipped them and moved to my jaw. I ran my fingers over his short-cropped hair, and he groaned.
“I always thought you were amazing,” he murmured against my skin. “Seeing you stand up for people the way you did in high school, how you never let anyone intimidate you.” He shook his head in bemusement, his mouth grazing my neck. “It was so fucking hard staying just friendly after my dad and your mom started dating. I didn’t want to make things awkward, but you were right there, all the time, beautiful and bold and smart. I thought I was going to go crazy keeping my hands off of you.”
I shivered in his embrace with the thrill his words sent through me. I couldn’t hold back my own confession. “I started falling for you all the way back in junior high.” My voice hitched when he nipped the crook of my shoulder. “Youwere always so cool and confident—you stood up for me back then, remember? But you always seemed out of reach.”
Logan let out a scoffing sound, pulling back to meet my eyes. “Me, better than you? No fucking way. If anything, you’re out ofmyleague.”
The corners of my mouth twitched. “Maybe we can just agree that we’re very happy we finally made it to this moment.”
“Hell, yes.”
Without warning, Logan lifted me up and spun me toward the narrow couch along the study room’s side wall. He laid me down on the cushions and braced himself over me with his hips resting against mine. The bulge between his thighs aligned with my core, and with just the slightest squirm I was pretty sure I’d be the one going crazy soon.
There was no denying where we were headed. I wanted to say one thing before I got totally swept up in the collision of our bodies.
I reached up and trailed my fingers down the side of Logan’s face, gazing up into his eyes. “I love you too. So much. That’s why I couldn’t give up on you.”
His mouth tightened. “I wish you hadn’t needed to consider giving up, but I’m so fucking grateful you keep believing in me, Maddie.”
I smiled. “Totally worth it.”
Then I dragged him down to me, bringing our bodies flush together and pressing my lips against his. He met me without hesitation. His mouth parted against mine, a flick of his tongue setting my lips tingling again. I could only close my eyes and hang on for the ride.
Logan pulled away to lift my shirt up over my bra, exposing my breasts. He eased down the cups and rolled his thumb over one nipple before sucking it into his mouth. I swallowed a moan, distantly aware of the library activity on the other side of this room’s door.
His other hand slid between us to the aching spot between my legs. He yanked open the fly of my jeans and tucked his fingers right inside my panties. When the tips brushed over my clit, I gasped at the jolt of bliss.
“How do you want me to fuck you, Maddie?” he murmured, stroking me as I started to rock into his touch.
“I don’t care,” I whispered. “I just want you.”
“Fuck. I’m going to make you feel so good. Like no other time could possibly matter. You won’t be able to remember anything but this.”
My breath shuddered out of me, and then he was yanking my jeans and panties right off. Voices filtered through the wall from the library, and I bit my lip to try to hold back another moan.
Libraries were really not the best place for this kind of encounter, and yet knowing how close we were to being caught somehow made it twice as hot. As I’d found out with Slade to impressive effect weeks ago.
Logan tugged his jeans and boxers down too. His cock sprang free, thick and corded, so hard I ached even more just looking at it.
But he wasn’t rushing things. He cupped his hand around my cunt again and dipped a finger right inside me.
“I’m going to take you so high,” he promised, pulsing his hand as he added a second finger. I gasped as he swiveled them in a motion that had me bucking into his hand. “That’s right. Ride my fingers, baby.”
