He still sat beside me, but he had turned toward the two girls standing at the end of our table. Nate had disappeared from the table with another girl. I nudged Logan and asked who she was. He said he had no clue, just that Nate liked to get some mouth-on-dick action when he could. He said it so casually, like he was telling me the time. That was the beginning of my solo journey with this pitcher of beer.
It had taken me an hour to drink it.
That wasn’t counting the three beers Logan had poured for me before, or the shots Nate brought over for all of us, or my empty stomach. I’d stopped here on the way home to fill out the application. Nate and Logan had both ordered food earlier, but I hadn’t been hungry then.
My stomach growled.
I looked down at it. I was hungry now.
“Logan.” I tugged on his sleeve.
He glanced over his shoulder, but didn’t turn away from the girls. “Hmmm?”
See? I was one of the guys now. It sucked.
“I have to eat, or I have to go home.” I tried to give him my most serious face. “What do you propose we do?”
The corner of his mouth twitched, like he was trying to hold back a grin. “Well, friend.” He emphasized that word.
I winked at him, shooting him with my finger. “Good one.”
He shrugged, looking proud of himself. “I’m being good. I haven’t hit on you once tonight, have I? I held back. I was being a good friend.”
I nodded, then stopped. I don’t think I wanted to encourage that, did I? Then my stomach rumbled again. If I could feel it when I was this drunk, I knew I would’ve been starving if I were sober. “How do you propose we get home? Or get food? The grill closed an hour ago, right after dinner, didn’t it?”
His chuckle slipped over and caressed me. I wanted to close my eyes to savor it, but instead, a goofy grin came to my face.
Logan straightened from the table and scanned the bar. Then he rotated on his stool to face me. This put his back to the two girls, and both seemed irritated, but this was Motherfucking Logan Kade—his words two hours earlier, not mine. They weren’t going to argue.
Grinning at my thoughts, my body jerked awake as Logan placed his hands on my knees. He leaned forward and murmured, “I’m not being such a good friend now. I should apologize, but I’m not going to.”
I almost closed my eyes, letting his words slide over me. They warmed me, and I was fast not caring if we were friends or not. His knees also rested against mine, trapping me between his legs. Then his hands started a slow slide. They left my knees and progressed to my thighs at a snail’s pace. All I could do was hang my head and watch them. They stopped right before touching my stomach, and his fingers splayed out. His thumbs rested very close to my happy spot.
I held my breath. “I’m a bit inebriated, Logan.”
He grinned and good God, my heart leapt into my chest. My body was burning up. It was a fucking Sahara in here, then he said, “Me, too.” His forehead rested on mine, and he was right there, like right there. Our eyes were looking into each other. His breath was teasing me, acting likes its own seductive caress. This guy was dangerous, with a capital D. I needed to start fanning myself because I was losing all senses here.
I glanced down. I had to do something, or my lips would be on his and that’d be trouble, so much trouble, but I felt Logan’s attention was fully focused on me. My body was still burning. I was on fire. I gulped, and I started to lick my lips, but I heard his groan. I stopped, or I tried to stop. My body leaned forward. It was edging just a centimeter toward him.
No! Stop, Taylor. I tried to command myself, but I felt my body going. He wanted me, too, but he was waiting for me. He’d made the first move, and now it was my turn. One move from me, and it was game on.
I’d never had sex in a bar, but Logan made me wonder why not.
“I got the hail.” Nate came to the table, interrupting whatever the hell had been going on.
I jerked back from Logan’s hands, those delicious hands, and he