Logan Kade (Fallen Crest #5.5)(25)

He grinned and good God, my heart leapt into my chest. My body was burning up. It was a f*cking Sahara in here, then he said, “Me, too.” His forehead rested on mine, and he was right there, like right there. Our eyes were looking into each other. His breath was teasing me, acting likes its own seductive caress. This guy was dangerous, with a capital D. I needed to start fanning myself because I was losing all senses here.

I glanced down. I had to do something, or my lips would be on his and that’d be trouble, so much trouble, but I felt Logan’s attention was fully focused on me. My body was still burning. I was on fire. I gulped, and I started to lick my lips, but I heard his groan. I stopped, or I tried to stop. My body leaned forward. It was edging just a centimeter toward him.

No! Stop, Taylor. I tried to command myself, but I felt my body going. He wanted me, too, but he was waiting for me. He’d made the first move, and now it was my turn. One move from me, and it was game on.

I’d never had sex in a bar, but Logan made me wonder why not.

“I got the hail.” Nate came to the table, interrupting whatever the hell had been going on.

I jerked back from Logan’s hands, those delicious hands, and he laughed. Lifting his head, he asked Nate, “Can you drive?” His eyes remained on me.

“Fuck, no.”

Logan’s mouth dipped in a rueful expression. “Neither can I.”

Both turned to me.

Inside I was swimming in my beer, and all the gloriousness from my hormones. They were screaming Logan’s name. I gave them a smile.

Nate shook his head, pulling out his phone. He shot Logan a look. “Mason’s going to be pissed.”

“We could cab it?”

“My friend is sober,” one of the girls piped up. “She can give you guys a ride home.” The girls hadn’t gone anywhere. Nope. They were now being helpful, eavesdropping on our conversation.

Evidently my top lip lifted in a slight snarl, but I wasn’t aware until Logan smoothed it down with his finger. He turned, hiding me from their view as he asked, “You can fit all three of us?”

“Oh, yeah. Plenty of room.” The girl who’d offered the ride was damned cheery.

“Well…” Her friend sounded more cautious. “Someone will have to sit on a lap. It could be a tight fit.”

“That’s no problem.” She elbowed her reluctant friend.

I rolled my eyes.

The girl’s enthusiasm grated on my nerves. She loved the idea of sitting on a lap, and I had one guess whose lap she was hoping for.

But when we got to the car, Logan’s hand found my waist. A tingle broke out over me, giving me a shiver, one of the delicious kinds. He stood right behind me, and I had a hard time concentrating on what was going on. His touch was almost possessive, like he was claiming me, but I knew that wasn’t what he was doing. That wouldn’t have made any sense.

The car doors opened, and his hold tightened as he said, “Taylor can sit on my lap.”

Good gracious. My body heated. Hearing him say those words, an ache formed between my legs.

Friends. Friends. I started reciting that to myself. Friends only…I looked up and caught his gaze. He wasn’t looking at me in a friends-only way.

I gulped.

Nate had rounded the other side of the car. He paused now, hearing Logan’s offer, and looked at us. He snorted, shaking his head before he got inside.

The first girl had looked ready to say something, but her mouth formed an O. “Oh. Okay then.”

Logan moved around me, and his hand trailed across my back, sending a fresh wave of sensations through my body. That same hand lingered on my hip before he got into the backseat. It was a small car. He pushed a bag and blanket to the middle between him and Nate, then held his hand out to me.

This was…I didn’t think.

The way he looked at me, it was hypnotic. My legs worked on their own, and I went to him. Somehow I perched on one of his legs, turned toward the inside of the car. I tried to sit up so all of my weight wasn’t on him, but he tugged me down. His arm lifted around my back to rest on his leg. I was cupped in his arms. I could’ve laid my head on his shoulder and curled into a ball.

Maybe it was the booze. Maybe it was the fact that I’d survived my first week at Cain University, or maybe—I didn’t know what it was. But what should’ve been the most awkward situation ever just wasn’t. I tensed as both Nate and Logan gave directions to my house, but Logan tugged me back down. His hand went from his leg to my leg and anchored me in place.

I couldn’t deny it felt good. To be there in his arms, and that both of them were giving directions for me. The same feeling from before trickled in again. I felt included—by Nate, too. I was drunk, but I knew this sort of inclusion was a rarity.

The envious looks I’d been getting all night at the bar, the ones at the food court this week, in sociology, and even now from the two girls in the car—they wanted to be where I was. Now, where that was I had no real idea. But for now, I wasn’t going to question it. I was going with the flow, a very Logan thing to do.

“Your girl have a hot date she stood up?”

My eyes were closed, but Nate’s voice grew clear as he must’ve looked in my direction. Logan shifted underneath me and leaned forward. His voice sounded from right above my forehead. “Is that Delray’s car?”