Free Wrecked Book 2 by Rachel Hanna

where he ’ d been fighting with a friend of his (who was no longer his friend, as it turned out). They ’ d been arguing over his suspension, the rumors were rampant these days, and Logan had defended himself accordingly.
    But that wasn ’ t how it had come off to me. All I had seen was another stupid bad boy who liked to fight, drink, and sleep around. All I saw was the type of boy I was supposed to be avoiding.
    Except that now I knew I had been wrong. He ’ d fallen on top of me, but it had been to catch me, to make sure I ’ d been alright. And it had been the only time he ’ d put his hands on me.
    Offering him a small smile, I reached out and put my hand on his shoulder. “ I do believe you ’ re not like that, ” I told him, keeping my voice small and soft.
    It took a moment before my words began to really sink in. When they did, he lifted his head from his hands and looked over at me. The expression on his face was filled with awe and wonder.
    “ How can you? ”
    “ How can I not when everything you do tells me that the last thing you want to do is hurt me. ” Moving my hand from his shoulder, I trailed it down his arm to his hand. Taking it in mine, I pulled it to me, placing it over my heart. “ Mason told me why you got suspended, ” I told him, holding his hand tightly and staring into his eyes. “ I know what you did for that girl and I know, have always known, that you would never hurt me. ”
    For a moment, we just gazed at each other. His expression was awash with emotion. Everything from relief to wonder to … desire. His eyes darted down to my lips and when he leaned forward, I didn ’ t stop him from pressing his mouth over mine.
    We were soft and careful, both not quite sure where we stood with the other, but it felt right and we didn ’ t stop. Slowly, heat began to build between us. His hands, though shaky and still hesitant, found their way to my waist. His fingers found skin beneath the hem of my shirt and I sucked in a sharp breath.
    When his hands began to move upwards again, they took the shirt with them. His eyes met mine for a moment, and I nodded.
    He pulled my shirt off, over my head, and I let him. His stormy grey eyes raked over my body, taking in the curvy features that I hadn ’ t shown anyone in a long time. For a long moment he just stared at me, taking me in, but then his hands reached out. They were trembling as they reached my waist, skin hot against mine, and traveled around my ribcage to my back. I heard the snap of my bra clip and felt it loosen.
    This was farther than I had let anyone go before. Some part of me, a voice in the back of my mind, told me that this was a mistake, a bad idea, and that I needed to stop now before we did something that I could never take back.
    But it was a distant voice and with the rest of my body craving his touch, it was impossible to listen to.
    My heart beat hard and fast in my chest, almost hurting with how gentle he was being.
    Slowly, his hands moved up to my shoulders, slipping the straps of my bra down over my arms. I took in a shaky breath, waiting for some reaction, some indication that this was all okay, that I was okay.
    After a moment, he whispered in a low, husky voice, “ You ’ re beautiful, Addy … Are you sure? ”
    It only took me a moment to respond. Reaching out, I took his right hand in my left and placed it carefully on my chest. “ Yes, ” I murmured, shaky, but sure that this moment was right.
    That encouragement was enough. He nodded his head and lifted his own shirt off. His muscled chest was beautiful, as I ’ d suspected it would be, but it was also covered with tattoos. It was a work of art, a patchwork of ideas inked into skin.
    I had only one tattoo myself, something special that was meant to remind me of who I had been, what I had lost, and what I could never be again, but this … His body was a canvas, touched by a painter ’ s delicate hands. I knew for a fact that those smooth lines that