Wild (The Ivy Chronicles #3)(9)

We were moving. I was faintly conscious of this. I didn’t open my eyes to look. I was lost, reveling in his tongue in my mouth, his fingers diving into my hair.

I gave the barest grunt when he backed us against the wall of the building, but that didn’t stop the kiss. No. He didn’t slow down.

His mouth was hot and aggressive, punishing on my stinging lips. I’d never been kissed so hard. So thoroughly. I felt him everywhere and this was just a kiss. Oh. God. What would the rest of it be like with him? It would wreck me.

“Is this what you wanted?” he growled against my lips.

I mewled against his mouth. He pushed his hips against me and I moaned, shifting slightly so that the juncture of my thighs was lined up more accurately to take the hard thrust of him that made my insides melt to warm pudding.

He increased the pressure of his mouth on mine, his body rocking and grinding into me until I wanted to tear our clothes off and just have at it. It was that or I die from this exquisite torture.

“Talk to me, Pearls,” he commanded between kisses. “Let me hear that sweet accent telling me how much you want this.”

I kissed him desperately. I was out of breath and drowning and couldn’t think to form coherent words. I could only gasp his name as he sucked on my bottom lip. “Logan.”

Laughter intruded. I blinked dimly, clearing the haze from my vision and unattaching my face from Logan’s. My gaze landed on a couple stumbling up the porch.

“Couldn’t even make it into the building before going at it, Mulvaney?” a guy called out amid laughter.

Just like that the spell was broken. I shoved at Logan’s chest and stumbled out from between him and the wall, smoothing a hand over my wayward hair.

The couple disappeared inside the building.

“Georgia.” Logan stepped toward me, looking a little shell-shocked. But not nearly as much as I was.

My lips had just attacked Reece’s little brother. I’d gone beyond wild tonight and descended into things you should never ever do.

“Stop.” I held a hand out like a shield.

He stopped, looking from my hand to my face.

“Let’s just forget this happened.” And never tell a soul.

He looked like he was on the verge of saying something but I never gave him the chance. I did the mature thing.

I ran.

I SLEPT LATE INTO Saturday morning, waking to the stillness of my room. Sunlight poured in through the slats of the blinds, tiny motes dancing on the sunbeams. I lifted my long hair so that it wasn’t trapped under me and stared up at the ceiling. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I dropped my arms from above my head with a gust of breath.

A door opened and shut somewhere outside my room, echoing down the hallway. A full ten seconds passed before the memory of last night hit.

A sharp inhalation escaped me. My fingers flew to my mouth, tracing lips that still felt swollen. Impossible, of course. You couldn’t feel a kiss into the next day.

Except I did.

Logan Mulvaney’s mouth had branded mine. I’d been kissed by a total of four guys in my life. I had dated two guys, briefly, before Harris. I couldn’t even remember those kisses. I could barely remember their faces. That’s how much of an impression they had left. Then there was Joshua. No need to elaborate there. I only remembered him because he was so recent—and slobbery.

I had been with Harris since I was sixteen, and he wasn’t much for kissing. Maybe in the beginning there had been some heavy kisses, but once we started having sex, he didn’t waste a lot of time on foreplay.

But that kiss . . . Logan . . .

A full-body shudder swept through me. I had felt it down to my toes. Deep in my very bones. It had gone on forever and yet it hadn’t been long enough because I still longed for a repeat. I scrubbed both hands over my face as if I could rid myself of these thoughts. Even if I was open to a physical-only relationship with a guy—a fling—I couldn’t go there with Reece’s little brother. That was wrong on so many levels.

A glance to my left revealed Emerson’s bed exactly as it had been the night before. Same clothes strewn about. Clearly she hadn’t come home. She’d spent the night with Shaw. Again. A sigh escaped me.

Most nights she spent at Shaw’s these days. I tried not to let this bother me. Not only were they a couple, but they were working together now. She had started airbrushing the bikes he built. He’d turned half his work shed into a studio for her so she could even work on her paintings there, too. Still. It didn’t stop me from feeling lonely. Shaking my head, I reminded myself that I’d be home in a few weeks. Back in my old hometown. In my old room with my mom and dad and Amber. I wouldn’t be lonely then. It would be impossible to feel lonely with my parents breathing down my neck. With my sister barging into my room to invade my closet and wax on and on about her boyfriend, Jeremy, and whether she should follow him to Vanderbilt where he was hoping to get in the year after next. In short: misery.

Pepper and Emerson were staying at Dartford for the summer and I felt a stab of envy. Pepper was taking classes and Emerson was going to work with Shaw and help him get his garage up and running. As little as I saw of them lately, I wish I could stay here, safe from my prying family. I could see my summer in Muskogee unfolding so clearly before me. It would be worse since the breakup with Harris. Mom would want to talk about Harris all the time and what went wrong. Every time I bumped into someone in town, they would ask about him. Groaning, I forced myself from bed. No use dreading it. This was the plan. Even if I wanted to stay here, I couldn’t. I’d have to suck it up and put my big girl panties on and start packing to go home soon.