Page 31 of Keeping Kasey
I can’t believe I actually let him kiss me. Worse, I can’t believe I wasdisappointedwhen Elise interrupted us.
It’s a good thing she did. If Logan hadn’t reminded me what an insufferable ass he is, I might’ve let things go farther.
Much farther.
I can still feel where his arms wrapped around me as his hands explored my hair and his lips brutally claimed mine. The way he handled me with such gentle yet feral movements was jarring. I’ve never had someone touch me with half the ruthlessness Logan did, and I enjoyed every second of it.
But it isn’t how he touched or kissed me that I can’t stop replaying on a loop.
It’s the single moment he tilted his head to wordlessly ask me for the kiss.
He could’ve taken it—we both know I wouldn’t have objected—but he didn’t. If there’s one thing Logan has proven to me in the short time I’ve known him, it’s that he likes to be in control.
We’ve been in a war of wills since we met, but in that single moment, he freely surrendered his control as he waited for my answer.
Of course, the entire thing was a mistake.
The second Elise knocked on the door, he dropped me—literally. I don’t care if his sister—or anyone, for that matter—had seen us kissing, but it clearly bothered him.
Elise and Logan step into the room, and Damon and James follow, each holding a box matching the one on Damon’s desk.
Suddenly, the room is way too crowded.
It’s Damon who pauses to assess the tension. “What’s going on here?”
Moreno pulls Elise to his side, his glare never straying from me. “Nothing.”
Logan tosses a file on Damon’s desk and nods to me. “We’re leaving.”
The order in his tone irks me, and I turn on my heels to face James. “I’m riding back with you.”
“Damon and I need to get a jump on this project,” he answers with an apologetic smile, and then he and his oldest brother start to unpack the boxes.
“Why don’t you ride back with us?” Elise offers, and her cheery tone is like nails on a chalkboard in the haze of my growing irritation.
I’m ready to accept the offer, but Moreno tugs her back.
“Our car is full,” he says before pulling her from the room. I can hear her arguments as they go, leaving me with one very unfortunate option.
“Let’s go,” Logan says, and I can feel him coming up behind me.
I slowly turn, ensuring my most irritated expression is firmly in place. “Has the offer to stay at the base expired?”
I will never admit the effect his small, taunting smile has on me.
“Come on, I don’t bite,” he says as he walks to the door.
“Tell that to my bottom lip,” I mutter.
Silence.
Not just any silence—thick, heavy,painfullyawkward silence fills the car.
I don’t bother trying to start a conversation. In fact, I’d be perfectly content if no one talked to me for the rest of the day—or week.
So, of course, that’s when Logan opens his mouth.
“I don’t do relationships.”
