The temperature of the room spikes, the tension hanging heavy between us like the smoke from a smoldering forest fire. I run my tongue over my suddenly dry lips and force air into my tight lungs as I fight the pull to lean closer. “It just needs to be believable.”
Logan studies my face with an incredibly suggestive smile playing on his full lips. His thoughts completely unreadable, even to me, and I’m an expert at reading people. “Then let’s make it believable, Olive.”
One hand slides to the back of my head as the other moves to my waist, pulling me against him. His movements are slow, giving me time to push back. Time to say no. He’s asking without saying the words, and his actions are leaving me in control. And damn him for how hot that is.
“Logan,” I breathe out, the single word barely audible as I close the distance.
And then his lips are on mine, hot and heavy. I melt into him, moaning as he deepens the kiss. His tongue presses into my mouth as he lifts me, sitting me on the counter and stepping between my legs, never breaking our connection.
“Fuck, Liv.”
Oh wow.
His deliciously hard erection presses against my center, and I’m immediately brought back to waking in his arms this morning. Heat pools in my stomach, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, so damn tempted to wrap my legs around his waist.
Screw the dress I know would rip.
Screw whoever could walk in.
Screw thinking altogether.
I don’t want to think.
Just feel.
Just surrender to the moment.
To the man.
Little boy laughter breaks through my haze of lust, followed by my sister’s squeak.
Oh. My. God.
I drop my head to Logan’s chest to hide my face.
I’m twenty-nine years old and was just caught making out with a boy in my parents’ kitchen.
Way to go, Olivia.
“Knight, honey, go find Daddy,” Brynnie tells my nephew, not bothering to hide the laughter in her voice. The brat. I will so get her back for this.
She waits until the door snaps shut behind him to click her tongue, and I lift my head, the heat in my face not bothering to subside just yet. “If that kiss was anything to go by, the sex must be fucking explosive. Good job, sis.”
Somebody shoot me now.
OLIVIA
Failing at something, while not ideal, isn’t the end of the world.
It’s merely the price you pay to learn the lesson at hand.
Some lessons are more expensive than others.
Try to learn them the first time.
—Advice from Scarlet Kingston-St. James to her daughters
“Sooo...” Serena hands me a tea and drops into the seat across from my desk, hugging her sweater around her. September weather in Kroydon Hills can feel a bit manic at times, and today is absolutely one of those times. The humidity from last week is nowhere to be found, replaced by the cool rain and thunderstorms we’re getting this week. “How was dinner with the parentals?”
