Page 31 of Hearts Storm

Everything about him is so much more intense in the dark. His scent, the heat radiating from his body, the devastatingly sexy tone of his voice igniting every one of my nerve endings on fire.

Grabbing the front of his shirt, I tug him closer. “Oh, I’m into it,” I whisper.

His mouth crashes down on mine. The kiss is nothing like I expected—urgent, almost desperate.

My back arches as his hands slide down to my waist. Fingers digging into my hips, his hard cock presses against my stomach.

“Fuck, Reyna,” he murmurs against my lips. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

Breathless, I press my palms against his chest. “What about those two women you left with?”

His chuckle is low, luscious against the curve of my ear. “Jealous, Pretty?”

A smile tugs at my lips as I look away with a shrug. “Maybe,” I admit.

“Good.” His teeth graze my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. “Because I’ve been jealous ever since Logan chose to keep you all to himself.”

The confession makes my heart flutter. I should feel guilty, but all I feel is wanted. Needed.

“Well, that’s just… sad,” I grin up at him.

“Minx,” he growls, taking my mouth again.

His tongue ravages my mouth, teeth nipping at my bottom lip, making me gasp before he sucks on it, soothing the sting.

When a moan escapes me, he presses his whole body against mine, fisting one hand in my hair while the other reaches down to squeeze my ass.

Breaking the kiss, he cants his head enticingly. “Can I touch you?”

There’s something insanely heady about being this close to him. Especially now. In the dark. Just the two of us. All alone on my porch.

Not to mention, he smells amazing. Like cinnamon laced with a faint hint of smoke.

“I... As much as I want you to, we probably shouldn’t.”

Liar. The devil on my shoulder whispers. You know you want him to shove his hand up your dress and finger-fuck the hell out of you.

Lust dances in my veins. A veritable storm writhing with a combination of reckless abandon and quiet restraint.

His eyes flash with heat, but he doesn’t push. Instead, he brushes his thumb across my lower lip. “Tell me why not.”

“Because I’m leaving tomorrow,” I whisper, even as my body leans into him. “And our situation is... complicated.”

“Doesn’t have to be.” His voice drops to a dangerous rumble, making my insides melt. “Besides, I think maybe you still owe me for saving your life tonight.”

My laugh comes out breathless. “Is that how it works? You save a girl, she owes you sex?”

“If she wants.” His lips brush my temple. “And something tells me that you do.”

Fuck me if he isn’t spot on. I want him. So bad.

I mean, what could it hurt? So what if I had sex with his best friend? I already know they share. So what if it’s not both of them at the same time? Logan had his chance.

And I want Brex too.

“Okay. But you can’t come inside.”

He smirks. “The house or…”