Page 36 of Playing with Fire

His hands moved down and gripped me tight under my ass, lifting me up higher. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and felt his hard cock press into me. I moaned into his mouth as he backed me against the counter and rotated his hips.

Oh my God. That spurred him on, and he did it again, balancing me on the edge of the counter. His hands trailed up over my hips and slid beneath my shirt. His warm, rough hands along my skin sent a shiver racing down my spine.

My phone ringing from somewhere nearby penetrated through the lust-induced haze I was in. He slowed the kiss and pulled back. Our breaths came in pants as we stared at each other. There were questions in his eyes that I was sure matched my own.

What were we doing? What did this mean?

My phone began ringing again.

“You should probably get that.” His lips lifted into a smirk. “Unless you want to ignore it.”

Oh, I really wanted to ignore it. But I was pretty sure it was the third time it had gone off.

“Let me make sure it's nothing important.”

He nodded and stepped back, lowering me slowly to my feet.

I grabbed my phone, my brother's name flashing on the screen. I slid the answer button up and brought it to my ear. “What's up?”

“Mom fell down the stairs.”

“What?” I blinked. “Is she okay?”

“Dad thinks she broke her hip. They're at the hospital.” A door shutting came through the line. “I'm heading there now. Want me to swing by and pick you up?”

My siblings and I didn't grow up in Half Moon Lake. We grew up in a town about thirty minutes away, where my parents still lived. I glanced over at Logan. Did I want to leave right now? No, not really. Part of me really wanted to stay. But it was my mom. She'd been there every single time I needed something, no way I wouldn't be there for her. And since I couldn’t get an appointment to get a new tire until tomorrow, I didn’t want to drive my car that far.

“Sure. I'm still at Logan's. Can you pick me up here?”

Logan's eyebrows pulled together, and Jay scoffed. Maybe I didn't want to drive with him after all. I knew he was pissed when Logan called me sweetheart earlier. But if he wanted to have that conversation with me, I had no problem telling his ass off. Sometimes he treated me like I was still twelve and he needed to take care of me.

“Or I can drive myself.”

“No, I'm on my way. Be there in a few.”

“Okay.” I ended the call and put my phone down, taking in Logan's concerned expression. “My mom fell down the stairs.”

“Shit.” Logan closed the space between us and pulled me back into his chest, wrapping his arms tight around my back. “Was that Jay?”

I nodded. “Yeah. He's coming to pick me up.”

“I heard.” He sighed. “Wish I could drive you.”

I smiled, listening to his heart beat, the sentiment of his words meaning just as much as the words themselves. “I know.”

I melted into his hold, not wanting our moment to end. But when my phone chimed with a notification, I reluctantly pulled away and gathered my stuff.

“I'll see you tomorrow morning.” I took a step toward him and reached up. Using my thumb, I wiped my lip gloss from under his bottom lip.

He caught my hand and pressed his lips to the inside of my palm. And damn, the butterflies were back.

“Text me when you get home tonight.”

I started to shake my head, but he gripped my chin with his finger and thumb.

“Need to know you got home safe and how your mom's doing.”

When I nodded, he leaned forward and brushed his lips gently against mine. My phone chimed again.

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