Free Offside by Juliana Stone Page B

going?” he asked
silkily, though there was a hint of rasp beneath his words.
    “I…” was all she managed to get out. “This…I
shouldn’t—”
    “No,” he replied, a dangerous glint in his
eyes. “You shouldn’t have started this, but I sure as hell don’t
have a problem finishing it.”
    With one hand on her ass, his other slid up
to the base of her neck and she closed her eyes as his warm breath
rolled over her cheek. Goosebumps peppered her skin and she
shuddered uncontrollably.
    Idiot.
    Dumb. Idiot.
    He hovered over her mouth for what seemed
like, [i] ever [i]; then he leaned down and slid his mouth
over hers.
    Logan now controlled the kiss, and each lazy
draw on her tongue made her head spin. Slowly, he delved deeper,
his taste and feel making her weak. He held her in place so she
couldn’t move, but really, did she want to? She felt his erection
and all sorts of naughty thoughts entered her mind. She saw naked
bodies. Tattoos and straining muscles. Skin on skin.
    When his mouth left hers to trail a line of
fire down the side of her neck she couldn’t hide the groan that
fell from her lips. She was pliant in his arms and wanted nothing
more than to let the feelings coursing through her continue. If she
could bottle these sensations, she could sell them and make a
fortune.
    Logan was like a drug. An addictive, wholly
male, sexy-as-hell drug, and as she spread her legs slightly as she
arched her back so that his mouth had access to the valley between
her breasts, she surrendered to the insatiable need and desire that
ran through her. It was one that had burned for years.
    “Christ, we shouldn’t be doing this,” he
murmured against her skin, his tongue tracing a path that would
lead directly to her nipple. All he had to do was…
    [i] Shit [i].
    He tugged her shirt down.
    And she let him.
    He pushed her bra aside.
    And she let him do that too.
    Liquid fire pulsed between her legs and she
rolled her hips against him, hissing…maybe crying? Moaning for
sure.
    Cool morning air slid across her now bared
breast and when his tongue teased and licked her there, her legs
gave out. But that big hand was still on her butt and he held her
steady, his fingers digging in, massaging…caressing.
    They were both breathing heavy, leaning
against the truck and for one crazy second Billie thought that
maybe they could hop in the back and he could assuage the ache
between her legs in the only way she knew would help.
    His tongue flickered over her nipple again
and when he closed his mouth overtop of it, when he suckled and
groaned into her flesh…[i] she let him [i]. Out here, in the
driveway.
    When he blew a hot breath on her now wet
flesh, she groaned so loudly that it startled her. Chest heaving,
she dug her hands into his hair and forced his head back.
    “We can’t,” she could barely get the words
out.
    Logan’s eyes were shuttered and for a moment
he stared down at her in silence. Carefully, his fingers flickered
over her nipple—a gentle swipe and tease—and he pulled her bra back
into place so that her T-shirt fell back.
    His strong jaw was shadowed with a day’s
worth of stubble and she hated that it made him sexier than ever.
His hair, mussed from her fingers, had that ‘I just rolled out of
bed look’ and his dark eyes glistened with something that looked
like hunger.
    “I get it,” he said slowly.
    “What?” she answered breathlessly. Billie was
still stuck to Logan, every inch of his hard body pressed into hers
but she didn’t have the strength to pull away.
    A smile curved that sexy mouth of his and
something inside her stilled. Oh, the power this man had. What
would it be like to wake up to that smile every single morning?
    Okay, where did [i] that [i] thought
come from?
    Her cheeks heated even more, if that was
possible, and she bit her lip as confusion and anxiety rolled
around inside her. She ached everywhere, all the nooks and crannies
that made up her body were empty and hollow.