Free Some Kind of Hell by London Casey Page B

challenged him yet again, and this time I was seriously mad at myself. I knew I had to be really pushing my luck, trying to push him away. Eventually he would just walk away and probably for good. He had no commitment to me. His only commitment was to the two guys in the garage - Tripp and Tatum. Everything after that was fun or pleasure, or both.
    “Wow,” Logan whispered. “What the hell...”
    “Tell me what you have to say then,” I said.
    I knew I wanted Logan to walk away so I could embrace the tragedy of it all. I could go back to losing myself in my calendars and time. I could sit there and think about all the things that had gone wrong and how everything would probably keep going wrong. That’s what I was used to, even if it wasn’t what I wanted.
    Logan reached for me and I stepped back, inching my back closer to the garage.
    “Annie...”
    “We were together the other night, right?” I asked. “You got what you wanted. Now you can go to LA and follow your dream.”
    Logan made fists and his face looked ready to explode. His eyes were really wide, their beautiful blue color doing all they could to capture me, but I resisted. What I couldn’t resist - or stop - was how Logan came at me next. I stepped back as far as I could, but hit the garage. That didn’t stop Logan. His body was suddenly against mine, his hands touched my wrists, lifting them above my head. His hands opened and forced my hands to open, our fingers interlocking. The tip of his nose touched the tip of my nose.
    We stood like that for a few seconds, breathing, staring.
    “You think I don’t want you?” he asked.
    “No. I said you didn’t want to fuck me.”
    I was being such a bitch and I couldn’t control it. I couldn’t stop. I liked the way Logan acted.
    He curled his lip and then kissed me. He let his lips speak what his voice perhaps couldn’t. And that’s just what I needed. He kissed me with an aggression that forced my head against the garage, almost hurting me. His tongue was warm and passionate, his lips overtaking mine the second the kiss started. He even squeezed his fingers together, holding my hands tight. His body pressed against me and I could feel him growing harder by the second.
    When the kiss broke, I gasped for air, trying not to make it look obvious, but that couldn’t be helped. It was totally the hottest kiss of my life. That was something I could have only lived through in a dream, but there I was, living it next to the practice garage of DownCrash.
    Logan then took my left hand and moved it down, placing it to his chest. He put my palm to his chest and his over my hand, holding it there tight.
    “You feel that?” he whispered.
    I did. I felt the quick, racing thuds of his heart.
    I nodded.
    “That’s what you do to me,” he said. “It doesn’t even take a kiss for that to happen.”
    “Logan...”
    “And you want me to fuck you, Annie? I will. But the other night wasn’t the night. I wasn’t looking for a one night stand. I wanted to touch you, pleasure you, feel you in my arms. And I did.”
    Logan backed away, taking his hands away.
    Was he for real?
    Logan turned to walk away and I yelled for him.
    “Wait! Please...”
    Logan froze. He stuck his hands into his pockets and stood there, his back to me.
    “I’m sorry,” I said. “I deserve it, okay? You can be mad at me, hate me, whatever. You should have felt my heart racing too, Logan.”
    “Maybe I already did,” Logan said. “The other night.”
    I shuddered.
    Fuck, the other night was so hot.
    “Maybe that’s why more didn’t happen. Because if it starts... I could fall for you.”
    “I could fall for you too,” I said.
    “I shouldn’t care like I do,” Logan said. “And it frustrates me.”
    There was the word I had been looking for.
    Care.
    And I had someone who could attempt to do it. Even if he sucked at it. Even if we were together for a week and it blew up in our faces. Even if we just hooked up and fooled around,