Page 36 of Necessary Roughness
Logan nodded emphatically.
“It takes place on Christmas Eve,” I added.
“Yes!”
“And Christmas is a central part of the plot,” I finished. “That’s why John McClane was visiting Los Angeles. It’s the reason there was less security in the building. And it’s what forced the police and FBI to react the way they did.”
Logan made a happy noise. “I’ve never been more turned on. I could kiss you.”
“Or,” I said in my most seductive voice, “we could watch Die Hard 2.”
Logan leaned in and groaned. “Talk dirty to me, baby.”
We grinned, and his arm brushed against mine. He glanced down at it, then up at me, his smile sliding away. Curiosity and desire sparkled behind his brown eyes, and his gaze stirred something new inside of me.
His hand came up to cup my jaw, and then he pulled me into a kiss.
I had gotten so comfortable around the two of them that I’d let my guard down, but as soon as his lips touched mine? I realized this was something I’d been hoping would happen all night. Likethe last two hours had been one long foreplay session. My body came alive under his touch, and I surged upward into his kiss.
God, this feels good.
It ended naturally, and Logan and I stared at each other like we were surprised it had even happened. I was panting from the energy of it all, trying to catch my breath.
Before I could say anything, Knox twisted my head around to face him on the other side and crushed his lips against mine. It was the kind of kiss fueled by a dozen different sources—lust, longing, and impatience. The memory of howcommandinghe was on the football field—at least, the part I had watched before fleeing the game.
Knox grabbed the back of my neck and held me strongly, demanding that I not end the kiss.
No problem there. I wanted this to go on, and on, andon.
Logan put a caressing hand on my back and whispered, “This isn’t why we came here, for the record. The soup was innocent.”
“Sure it was,” I mumbled into Knox’s lips.
There was so much freedom in our movements on the couch. The way Knox squeezed my thigh, obviously wanting to dive between my legs but holding himself back. The soft kiss Logan planted on my shoulder from behind. The realization that I was kissing two incredibly handsome, incredibly popular men on my couch—and the desire we all felt to take this into the bedroom.
I was about to have a threesome, and there was nothing to stop us.
Well,almostnothing.
The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted us. I opened my eyes, then pulled away from Knox with a gasp. Morgan was standing across the room, staring at us.
“Do you mind?” I asked.
“Doyou?”she replied. “I didn’t realize our couch was going to become a communal make-out spot.”
She walked into the kitchen and began piddling around, opening and closing the fridge, checking the pantry. Clearly trying to interrupt us.
I rolled my eyes, then turned my attention back to the football players.
Knox gave me a wry smile. “We should probably go.”
I tried to think of an excuse to make them stay, but it was too late. The mood was ruined, and they were already standing up.
“Enjoy the rest of the soup,” Logan said as I walked them to the door.
“Thanks for bringing it,” I said awkwardly. “Sorry I lied.”
“You get a freebie,” Knox said with a disarming smile. “We’ll ignore this one, but in the future? Just tell us the truth.”
