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Sighing, I slowly nod. “Fine. One little dare,” I repeat her words.
She holds up the glass, a coy little smile on her lips as she faces me head-on and drops her bomb straight into my lap. “I dare you to kiss me.”
Chapter Five
Hallie
I have no idea why I dared him to do that, other than the fact I’m pretty drunk, and he’s standing in front of me wearing nothing but a pair of gray joggers. He’s literally one of those dirty memes women share about guys in gray sweatpants.
I can see the outline of his dick, and as far as I can tell, he’s been sporting a chubby since I walked into the kitchen. Not to mention his muscular chest and arms are on full display, complete with sexy tattoos. I’ve never been one to find them so alluring, but there’s just something about Logan’s ink that seems to turn me on all of a sudden.
His eyes burn as they gaze down at me. I wish I knew what he was thinking, but I never know on a normal day, let alone one fueled by alcohol and bad decisions. His mouth is so kissable, so perfect, and I secretly—or not so secretly at this point—really hope he lays one on me. Something tells me it would be pretty epic; despite the decade’s worth of annoyance and arguments we’ve endured.
Maybe my friends are right. Maybe all of that has just been foreplay, a dance leading to this very moment. We’ve been circling each other, going round and round for years, trading jabs like Mike Tyson. Perhaps every comment has been exactly what they’ve suggested it to be.
Foreplay.
Logan steps forward, his chest almost brushing against mine. My nipples are pebbled against the soft cotton of the borrowed shirt, and a quick glance down confirms he notices. When his eyes return to mine, he reaches for the shot glass and takes it from my hand. Disappointment settles in my gut, but I refuse to let it show. I won’t let him know how much he affects me, how much his rejection burns.
Slowly, he lifts the shot to his lips and downs the liquid without so much as a flinch as the tequila hits his throat. Logan sets the glass on the counter, and just as I go to take a step back, he wraps his hand around my waist. His grip doesn’t hurt as his fingers flex into the material of the shirt, and for the first time, I catch a hint of desire swirling in his brown eyes.
“You don’t really want me to kiss you, Hallie. That’s the alcohol talking,” he murmurs as his other hand comes up to the back of my neck.
“Maybe, maybe not. Are you telling me you don’t think about that kiss we shared a couple years back at Shiner’s?” I lift my chin in a challenge and refuse to look away.
“Are you telling me you do?” There’s something gravelly about his tone that goes straight to my lady bits.
I lift a single shoulder to shrug. “Not really. It just popped into my head right now,” I insist casually, even though it’s a total lie. I’ve thought of that kiss way more than I should.
“Hmm,” he hums, lowering his lips to my ear and whispering, “Are you telling me that kiss wasn’t memorable enough?”
“I barely recall it.” My throat is so dry, the words practically stick to my tongue.
“That’s too bad. It was a pretty good kiss.”
“Was it?” I lift my chin again in challenge.
His eyes zero in on my mouth, and I can barely breathe. “Maybe I should give you a refresher. You know, see if it jogs your memory at all.”
“Might not hurt. It would be more for research purposes, right?” I murmur, my heart trying to leap out of my chest.
“Absolutely. Research.”
His fingers slip around to my lower back, dancing along the top of my ass. It takes every ounce of self-control I possess not to just leap into his arms and wrap myself around him like a spider monkey. Warm breath tickles my lips as he inches closer and closer, hovering just above my mouth. I feel like I might die from waiting, which is why I might be the one who moves first. Even in my more than buzzed state, I realize I’m the one who initiates the kiss.
There’s a flash moment where we both freeze, our lips fused together like lovers do, but then he moves, opening up and letting his tongue slip out and stroke the seam of my mouth. That one motion ignites embers deep in my soul, causing them to blaze to life for what feels like the first time ever.
The kiss turns ravenous. Our tongues duel as our bodies start to grind against each other, searching for the relief the other offers. My hands dive into his hair, gripping the strands and digging in deep, needing the contact. I crave him in a way I never have before, and even though that should be enough to stop this whole thing, it only drives my desire further.
Logan backs me up, caging me against the cabinets before lifting me off the ground and setting me on the counter. My legs wrap around his waist, and I feel exactly how excited he is in the moment as well. My panties are soaked, useless by most standards, and all I can think about is having them ripped from my body before being ravished.
Preferably by his tongue.
Before I’m ready, Logan rips his mouth from my own. We both pant for air, while our hands continue to explore. “This is a bad idea,” he murmurs, his eyes glassy from alcohol, yet dark with desire.
My nipples pebble against the soft cotton T-shirt, and my ankles lock around his back. “Very bad,” I reply, grinding my clit against his erection and gasping in ecstasy.
A loud groan fills the room as his hips rock forward, seeking more glorious friction. “Fuck, Hallie. I can’t think when you do that.”
