Page 12 of Puck Drop
“Sweet!” They all nod in unison.
I glance at Logan, who is still staring at me like I dropped from the sky. I can’t tell how he feels about me being here, but I have a hunch that it’s not a positive one. With Mona’s encouragement, I convinced myself that Logan would be so taken with my presence, he’d want to whisk us both away. Him pretending like he doesn’t really know me was not on the list.
“It was really nice meeting you all.” My voice doesn’t sound confident at all. I need to snap out of it. “I was about to head out,” I explain. “But I wanted to make sure I said hi to everyone.”
I give them another smile that I am certain doesn’t reach my eyes, then turn around, ready to walk away.
My chin feels wobbly as I make my way to the door, and I try not to look at anyone in particular for fear that I will burst into tears. I still have hope that Logan is following me out, so I push the door open, moving slower to give him enough time to catch up to me. When no one grabs my arm to stop me, I finally walk outside, letting the door slam shut behind me.
“Oh, God,” I mutter to myself as soon as fresh air hits my face. Unfortunately, it is not the cool air I am used to from back home. The air here is different, way too warm for this time of the year.
I stumble upon a rock when I walk toward the parking lot, almost twisting my ankle in the process.
“This sucks,” I continue talking to myself. “Everything sucks.”
I am almost to my car when I hear heavy steps jogging toward me.
“Elizabeth!”
I freeze in spot, scared to hope that it’s really Logan who’s calling my name.
“Elizabeth,” he repeats when he’s close enough.
I finally turn around to face him, so incredibly happy to see his handsome face again.
“Logan,” I murmur. I don’t know what else to say. From the way he stares at me, I think he is at a loss for words as well.
“I’m sorry about…” He throws a thumb over his shoulder. “I’m not sure what happened in there. But I was caught completely off guard,” he admits.
I nod in understanding. “I get it. And I’m sorry. I wanted to surprise you,” I explain. “But I should’ve let you know before tonight that I was here.”
Logan continues staring at me, but then he glances around, like he is making sure there’s no one around. Taking a step forward, he places a gentle hand on my waist.
My heart beats a mile a minute the second the scent of him invades all my senses. I look up at him, glad that while he is taller than me, he is not as tall as a lot of his teammates.
I bring a hand up, sliding a finger inside the waistband of his jeans, enjoying the way his eyes dilate with pleasure when I do so.
“I missed you so fucking much,” he murmurs right before slamming his mouth over mine.
I moan as my lips open up for him with no hesitation. My entire hand is now clenched inside the waistband of his pants,making sure that he can’t change his mind and step away from me.
As if he can read my mind, Logan’s hands dive into my hair, assuring me that this is real. He has my head in a very tight grip while kissing me with all the passion I’ve been craving for the last six months.
“We can’t do this here,” he somehow manages to say in between heated kisses. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
His words are sweet, and I love that he still cares about me. I have no idea why he thinks I would get in trouble over this, though. They also serve as a reminder that us kissing like this is what got him in trouble when my father caught us.
Against my better judgement now, I refuse to allow him to stop the kiss. I want to feel him all over and around me, and I don’t care about the location.
When he tries to say something more, my tongue slips into his mouth. I don’t want to pull back when he begs me with no words to do so. A small squeak of excitement escapes me when he blindly walks me backward until I feel something like a wall behind me.
My head drops back, finding myself staring into Logan’s eyes.
“I missed your kisses so much,” I whisper. “I want more of them.”
With a devilish grin, he picks me up and brings my legs around his waist right before my back hits the wall behind. His lips are back over mine, just as hungry as I am.
“You taste so good,” he moans in between open-mouthed kisses.
