Wild(13)

            No me standing on tiptoes or him bending down. He kissed me back. No. More than that. He took over. Kissing me with lips and tongue and faintly scraping teeth.

            I released my death grip on his shirt and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, hanging on for dear life.

            We were moving. I was faintly conscious of this. I didn’t open my eyes to look. I was lost, reveling in his tongue in my mouth, his fingers diving into my hair.

            I gave the barest grunt when he backed us against the wall of the building, but that didn’t stop the kiss. No. He didn’t slow down.

            His mouth was hot and aggressive, punishing on my stinging lips. I’d never been kissed so hard. So thoroughly. I felt him everywhere and this was just a kiss. Oh. God. What would the rest of it be like with him? It would wreck me.

            “Is this what you wanted?” he growled against my lips.

            I mewled against his mouth. He pushed his hips against me and I moaned, shifting slightly so that the juncture of my thighs was lined up more accurately to take the hard thrust of him that made my insides melt to warm pudding.

            He increased the pressure of his mouth on mine, his body rocking and grinding into me until I wanted to tear our clothes off and just have at it. It was that or I die from this exquisite torture.

            “Talk to me, Pearls,” he commanded between kisses. “Let me hear that sweet accent telling me how much you want this.”

            I kissed him desperately. I was out of breath and drowning and couldn’t think to form coherent words. I could only gasp his name as he sucked on my bottom lip. “Logan.”

            Laughter intruded. I blinked dimly, clearing the haze from my vision and unattaching my face from Logan’s. My gaze landed on a couple stumbling up the porch.

            “Couldn’t even make it into the building before going at it, Mulvaney?” a guy called out amid laughter.

            Just like that the spell was broken. I shoved at Logan’s chest and stumbled out from between him and the wall, smoothing a hand over my wayward hair.

            The couple disappeared inside the building.

            “Georgia.” Logan stepped toward me, looking a little shell-shocked. But not nearly as much as I was.

            My lips had just attacked Reece’s little brother. I’d gone beyond wild tonight and descended into things you should never ever do.

            “Stop.” I held a hand out like a shield.

            He stopped, looking from my hand to my face.

            “Let’s just forget this happened.” And never tell a soul.

            He looked like he was on the verge of saying something but I never gave him the chance. I did the mature thing.

            I ran.

            I SLEPT LATE INTO Saturday morning, waking to the stillness of my room. Sunlight poured in through the slats of the blinds, tiny motes dancing on the sunbeams. I lifted my long hair so that it wasn’t trapped under me and stared up at the ceiling. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I dropped my arms from above my head with a gust of breath.

            A door opened and shut somewhere outside my room, echoing down the hallway. A full ten seconds passed before the memory of last night hit.

            A sharp inhalation escaped me. My fingers flew to my mouth, tracing lips that still felt swollen. Impossible, of course. You couldn’t feel a kiss into the next day.

            Except I did.

            Logan Mulvaney’s mouth had branded mine. I’d been kissed by a total of four guys in my life. I had dated two guys, briefly, before Harris. I couldn’t even remember those kisses. I could barely remember their faces. That’s how much of an impression they had left. Then there was Joshua. No need to elaborate there. I only remembered him because he was so recent—and slobbery.