Page 126 of Hypothetical Heart
Jameson and Genevieve both glance back and forth between Logan and me, as if they’re studying us.
“Is something wrong?” Logan asks, downing the drink in a few gulps.
This time, they exchange a look. “No, not at all,” Jameson says, pursing his lips.
Genevieve is trying not to laugh. “We’re just wondering which apartment we should stay in if we don’t want to hear the two of you fuck through the walls all night,” she slurs.
Jameson covers her mouth with his hand, leaning closer to whisper something in her ear.
I’m expecting Logan to say something to defuse the awkwardness I’m feeling, reassuring me we don’t have to do anything. Instead, he looks toward me with a smirk. “Your place or mine?”
My face heats in a blush. All the embarrassment I was feeling fades away and turns into pure adrenaline. “Whichever is closer,” I mutter in his ear, leaning further into him.
I catch a glimpse of Genevieve’s face when she overhearsour conversation, and I can’t tell if it’s one of shock or excitement. Either way, it doesn’t matter.
I reach behind Logan, maneuvering so that I can grab his apartment keys from the back pocket of his jeans. “Logan’s place is all yours,” I say, siding the keychain across the table.
37
After a few more hours at the bar, Logan and I somehow managed to get Genevieve and Jameson into a cab and back to the apartment complex. After a slight debacle of figuring out where Genevieve put Logan’s keys, we got them through the door.
Now we’re standing in front of my apartment, and Logan’s fumbling with the keys. “God damn, who needs so many keychains?” he mutters, trying to separate my key from all the different trinkets.
“That’s why I told you I could do it.”
“You dropped them twice, Win.” He finally gets the key in the door, pushing it open.
The sound of the door hitting the wall reverberates through the entryway, but I can’t focus on it when Logan grabs me by my waist, tugging me into the kitchen.
His hands find the back of my thighs, hoisting me up and onto the countertop. I gasp when his lips meet mine, and his cowboy hat falls to the ground.
This suddenly feels much more serious than it ever didin the bar. All on our own, nothing holding us back. We’re not drunk by any means, but the couple drinks in our system heat the air around us.
I feel his cold hands skate across my bare stomach and up to the hem of my top. I don’t question what he’s going to do because I already know, and I want him to do it just as badly as he does.
Suddenly, the zipper going up the front of my denim top feels tighter than it did a minute ago, and when I arch my back further into his hold, I feel it move slightly downward. Logan notices, too.
“Is this okay?” he asks when his fingers grab the zipper against my breasts.
“Yes,” I say with no hesitation. At first, I move to help him, my hand falling over his, but he moves the zipper slowly down my stomach all on his own.
The straps slide off my shoulders, leaving me topless. I have a good feeling about where this is going, but I try not to dwell on it right now. Logan’s already seen me naked from the waist up. This is nothing new.
But then his lips fall to my neck. I feel my pulse quicken against his lips as he continues sucking down the column of my throat.
A quiet moan works its way out of my mouth when I feel his teeth nip my neck, making my head fall back and into the cabinet.
The loud sound of the wood clattering makes me jump, which causes Logan’s teeth to dig further into my neck before I register the pain radiating through my skull.
He pulls away, automatically reaching up to cup the back of my head. “Jesus, sweetheart.”
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” I try to say without wincing.God, I hit that cabinet hard.
“Maybe here isn’t the best place for this.”
“Place for what?” I ask when he lifts me again, turning to set me on the island behind him.
I feel the sweep of his thumb under the waistband of my jeans. “For me to make you come.”
