Page 28 of Until Nalia
“I… Maybe we should just meet you…”
“No.” He stands and looms over me, he’s so tall he seems to suck up all the light in my office like an evergreen tree. “Come on.” He holds out his hand.
Ignoring his hand like he’s ignoring my desire to put space between us, I get up and walk out of my office. Going to the kitchen, I grab my cell phone from the counter where I left it earlier, then follow him to the front door, slip on my shoes, and pick up my bag, wrapping the strap across my chest. With his mom’s car keys in my hand, I let us out of the house and lock the door.
When we get to the car, I unlock the doors and walk around to the driver’s side, but his hand wrapping around my wrist stops me.
“I’ll drive.”
“No,” I look up at him. “Your mom entrusted her vehicle to me, so I’ll drive.”
“Nalia, I’m driving.”
“No, you’re not.” I wiggle out of his grasp and quickly walk towards the driver’s door, but he once again stops me, only this time he does it by lifting me clean off my feet. “What are you doing?” I shriek as he carries me around to the opposite side of the car.
“I’m driving.” He somehow manages to open the door while keeping hold of me.
“You’re not.” I kick my feet. “Put me down.”
“Sure.” My feet touch the ground for two seconds before he puts his hand against my stomach and uses it to fold me into the car. My ass hits the passenger seat, and I glare up at him with my chest heaving and my heart pounding.
“You did not…” Before I can finish, he snatches the keys from my hand, shoves my feet into the car, and slams the door in my face.
Beyond infuriated, I scramble across the middle console to the driver’s seat and quickly buckle myself in. Opening the door, he looks down at me and chuckles before he leans into the car. There is not enough space for the two of us, and even less as he reaches for the seatbelt. The smell of whatever body wash or cologne he uses fills my lungs with each desperate breath I take, and his hands tangle with mine as he tries to get to the seatbelt latch.
As we fumble over control of the button, his beard scrapes across my jaw, his warm breath brushes across my ear, and a tingle of awareness spreads quickly from my scalp, down my spine, pooling in the pit of my stomach.
Like he senses the shift in the air around us, he pulls back to look at me, and heat floods my system so quickly, I think I might drown in it. His eyes are a shade darker than they were a moment ago, and there is no denying that he is feeling exactly what I am.
I don’t know who makes the first move, but one second we’re staring at each other, and the next his mouth is on mine. His hand is cinched around my side, and my fingers are in his hair at the nape of his neck. The kiss is soft, maybe even coaxing, as he slides his tongue across my lips, and when he hears my breath hitch, he groans and wraps his hand around my jaw, using it to tip my head to the side and take more. I sink into the feel of him taking full advantage of having me at his mercy and ignore the little voice in the back of my mind that whispers we shouldn’t be doing this. But I can’t ignore the horn when he accidentally presses into the steering wheel or my cell phone, which has started to ring.
Cursing, he pulls his mouth from mine, and it takes me an absurd amount of time to get my eyes open and my body and brain to start functioning under my command again.
Rather than address the fact that he and I just kissed and that I’m pretty sure it was the best kiss of my life, I unhook my seatbelt and clumsily move over to the passenger seat without using the door because he’s standing in front of it with his hands on the roof and his chest heaving. Once I’m seated, I adjust my bag and dig out my phone, which is still ringing. My stomach drops the moment I see Cole’s name on the screen.
Staring at it, I feel sick.
I just kissed someone else.
I feel Logan get into the driver’s seat and then his fingers under my chin force my eyes to his.
“What’s going on?”
“I’m a horrible human.”
“What?” His brows drag together.
“I…” I swallow over the lump in my throat. “I have a boyfriend.” His fingers on my chin tighten. “He and I we agreed to keep things fluid when I told him I was moving here but I think we are still together.” Despite what I told myself just a few hours ago I’m pretty sure we are still in a relationship; I mean neither of us said that we were breaking up. Right?
“What the fuck does fluid mean?”
“Does it matter? I just kissed you and…”
“I kissed you,” he says, and I shake my head.
“What?”
“I kissed you; you didn’t kiss me.” He lets his hand fall away. “How long have you been with this guy?”
