“What’s my prize?”
Those three breathy words fried his brain until all that remained was fiery need. Logan buried his hands in her heavy, silken hair. “A kiss.” Something he was supposed to do niggled at his brain while he waited to see if she’d say no, but he couldn’t focus on it. Didn’t want to. All that mattered was Becky and he stroked the soft skin of her cheek.
The pulse at the base of her throat fluttered, and her full lips parted. She leaned into him.
That simple gesture of her trust pulled him to her with a magnetic force. Her warm breath merged with his as he brushed his lips over her soft full mouth, catching her taste with the lightest touch of his tongue. The contact ripped away the veneer he kept ruthlessly in place.
The raw, damaged man in him exploded to the forefront. Logan wrapped an arm around her waist, that strip of bared skin branded his arm. He lifted and hauled her against his body. Her breasts pressed against his chest. He searched her face. No fear there, only desire turning this girl-next-door sweetheart into his brazen beauty.
Her tongue darted out, wetting her full lips like an invitation then retreating.
Buzzing ramped up in his ears, a need so visceral he could actually hear it. That mouth, oh yeah, he wanted Becky’s mouth, and the moans he hoped to entice from her. Lowering his head, he brushed his mouth over her damp, soft lips. Her taste teased him mercilessly, powering a fierce hunger to delve in and discover every sweet secret of this woman in his arms. Determined to keep control, to give her the best first-prize kiss in the history of kissing, he licked a slow sweep over the tantalizing bow of her bottom lip.
Not enough, he had to have more.
Capturing her lip, he gently sucked. Then he left her mouth, kissing across her silky skin, over the curve of her jaw to the sensitive spot by her ear and confessed the truth:
“Losing never felt or tasted so damned good.”
…
A tiny warning sounded in Becky’s head.
Are you doing it again? Jumping too fast in your desperate need to be loved?
But she’d never experienced this intensity. Her heart pounded, her nipples pebbled against Logan’s slab of a chest while his arms held her securely. The roaring in her head drowned out that thin voice of caution. Latching onto his shoulders, she turned her mouth to his.
His lips covered hers, and he licked deep into her mouth, exploring and commanding. She kissed him back, tangling her tongue with his, the rough wet texture shivering through her. She’d never get enough.
A low growl of approval rumbled in his chest, teasing her nipples. Tiny shocks shot straight down to her core. A hot ache bloomed there, throbbing. Spreading his hand over her lower back, he stroked his thumb across her skin and her nerves lit on fire. That ache intensified. She mewled, trying to get closer.
Logan slid a hand over her hip, hooking her thigh over his hip. She shuddered, the feel of his hand like a sensual brand searing through her pants.
He rolled his hips, and the hard ridge of his erection pressed against her core. Hot streaks of wild pleasure blasted her nerve endings. All the while he kissed her, his mouth consuming hers. Every part of Logan filled, surrounded, and cradled her, coaxing pleasure and need higher and higher. Unable to catch her breath, she broke the kiss.
Too much, too soon. She’d practically climbed up Logan, riding him. Reality crashed over her with hot waves of shame. She’d only known him for days and acted like a…
Gold-digging whore.
The accusation from Dylan’s parents screamed in her head. Scrambling out of his arms, she backed up, desperate to escape.
…
Confused by the sudden shift in Becky, Logan released her. “Hey, what’s wrong?” God, had he hurt her?
She shook her head, refusing to look at him. “I…uh…Sophie’s awake.” She whipped around, heading to the hallway.
He didn’t hear anything, but he sure as hell could see the