Olivia

Olivia screamed at the tv as the killer jumped out of the dark corner of the room. Logan laughed at her and grabbed a handful of her popcorn. She shoved his hand away and pulled the bowl back. “That’s not funny and get your own popcorn!”

“It is funny and I don’t need to when you have more than enough for one person.”

“I don’t have enough for you.”

Logan twisted his body and looked at her like she was missing something obvious, motioning around at the empty room. “Who you savin’ it for? We’re the only ones here.”

“Here’s your share.” Olivia grabbed a handful of popcorn and tossed it at him, laughing harder than it was funny, but she didn’t care because she loved getting a rise out of him. Not to mention he was so damn cute when he talked back.

He caught a couple pieces in his hand, popped them in his mouth, and grinned around the mouthful. “Real mature.” He brushed the crumbs from his shirt.

Olivia scoffed, rolling her hazel eyes at him, pretending to be offended. “That’s real rich comin’ from the popcorn thief.”

Logan grinned at her like he won the lottery as the movie carried on, but that smile had been slowly eating her alive from the inside out since she was fourteen. She noticed he didn’t look away from her in the low light of the TV. He just kept watching her the way he’d been doing all night before darting his eyes away whenever she caught him.

She shifted closer, slowly testing, letting her knees brush his like it was nothing. Then his hand came up and he ran his fingers lightly along her jaw, both of them knowing full well they were crossing that thick line that he drew when they were sixteen.

That was all it took.

She leaned in and their mouths came together, hungry right away. Like they’d both been waiting so long they’d nearly forgotten what restraint felt like.

It had been four long years since he’d kissed her when they should’ve known better, four years since she had the taste of him on her lips and thought she’d go crazy with the craving for it.

He was the forbidden fruit.

Her hand found his shoulder as his lips moved against hers, their breathing going rough and low in that little room her parents would be walking back into in just a few hours.

When he deepened the kiss, she met him beat for beat, her heart going so loud she couldn’t hear anything else. His hand slipped from her jaw down to her shoulder and pulled her closer until the blanket pooled at her waist.

She stopped thinking entirely and just moved, shifting herself across the couch until she was half over him. His back slid down into the cushions and the pillow that was wedged under his arm tumbled to the floor.

He caught her waist and held her there, fighting with himself whether to stop her or not, her hazel eyes going wide as she swung a leg over and straddled him, lowering herself so she could feel the bulge in his jeans through her blessedly thin shorts.

For a second, they both went completely still, staring at each other in stunned disbelief that they crossed that line again. His hands moved to her hips and when he squeezed them, she rocked against him, both of them sharing the sound of off limit desire into each other’s mouths as they found each other again.

Logan grabbed her bottom lip with his teeth as it quivered. That was the hottest thing any guy had ever done to her, not for lack of trying, but they just weren’t Logan.

No one kissed her like Logan did.

She leaned into him and he tilted his head back to follow every angle she gave him while her knees sank into the cushions.

His hands mapped careful paths up her sides before pulling them away, like he was still giving her room to change her mind even though she’d made it up four years ago. It was clumsy and it was charged and it was reckless. But it was everything she’d wanted without ever letting herself say so out loud after what he did.

Her hair fell loose around her face, brushing his cheeks as she closed the space, their breathing coming rough now, almost gasps caught between kisses and the friction of her moving against him making her soaking wet.

She couldn’t bring herself to pull back, not when he tasted like this, not when his smile kept breaking through between breaths. And God that intense ache that made her throb for him, made her absolutely primal.

The bowl of popcorn slipped off the cushion and scattered all over the rug at their feet, she heard it hit the floor and she still didn’t pull back. The couch groaned under their weight, old springs putting up their usual complaint, but she didn’t care—her whole body hummed like it had been tuned to one specific frequency.

The loose straps of her tank top slipped down her shoulder, the thin cotton brushing her bare skin in a way that made her very aware she hadn’t bothered with a bra, her nipples tingled as they hardened like pebbles against the friction of his chest rising hard under hers, their mouths breaking apart only long enough for him to look up at her as he spoke.

“Liv…” His voice was that sexy low rasp that she always imagined it would be in this moment.

“I want you to be my first.” She pressed her mouth back to his before he could talk himself out of it, catching his lower lip between hers now, and letting the kiss pull deeper until it stole the breath right out of her.

“You sure?” The words were barely audible, his eyes went dark and his lips were already swollen from them kissing, and she loved him so much in that moment she thought she might come apart from it before they ever got anywhere.

Olivia’s answer was in the way she shifted against him, her short shorts riding higher on her thighs, every nerve she had alive and ready for him to put himself inside her, whether it was his fingers, tongue or cock. She'd been waiting years for this.

“If you’re fixin’ to push me away,” she whispered as her smile wavered at the fear he’d actually do it, “do it now.”

Logan brought his mouth back to hers, all teeth and tongue, a rough sound breaking through their kisses as his hands gripped her hips and hauled her down hard against him, the friction pulling a gasp from her throat she didn’t even try to swallow. Her fingers loosened the twist in his shirt and dropped down, tugging at the button of his jeans.

They were the only thing still standing between her and what she wanted, but Logan wasn’t waiting on buttons. One hand slipped lower, sliding up under the hem of her shorts, his fingers pushing past the fabric and heat until he found her and the whole world narrowed down to just that.

Olivia broke from the kiss, head falling back, lips parting on a breath she couldn’t catch no matter how hard she tried. She rocked against his hand, the movement desperate and graceless and greedy, her hair brushing across his forehead as she leaned back into him.

They were forehead to forehead, their eyes holding each other’s while his fingers slipped past her clit and into her. She broke eye contact first as his thumb joined in and worked her clit in perfect rhythm to his fingers.

“Jesus Christ,” she gasped, her nails biting into his shoulders as she rode his generous fingers harder. "It feels so much better when you do it."

Logan let out a curse against her throat as he bit down on it, sucking hard enough to leave marks she’d have to explain later. “God, Liv,” he muttered against her skin, voice completely wrecked, “I can’t—” He pulled his hand from between her legs and grabbed her thighs, his chest heaving with restraint.

“Don’t stop, please.” It was a breathless plea that surprised her because she was not the one to beg, but she’d beg him until her last breath if she had to. "Fuck me, Logan."

She kissed him hard again and swallowed any words he might try to use for reason, and Logan’s patience ran out completely as he pulled his mouth from hers.

“Hold on.”

Before she could ask why, he shifted and hauled her up against him in one motion, her legs wrapping around his waist on pure instinct, her chest against his chest as he stood and her breath caught at the sheer strength of it, the way he carried her like she weighed nothing at all.

Clinging to his shoulder, she moved her lips along his jaw while he staggered them down the short hall, his foot catching the edge of the throw rug, one hand locked under her and the other fumbling at the doorframe, neither of them willing to stop kissing long enough to navigate properly.

He kissed her again before he shouldered the bedroom door open and nearly walked them both straight into it. The second her back hit the mattress and his weight came down over her, the world outside that room got very small very fast.

Olivia yanked him down with her and kissed him, arching up into the shape of him, greedy for every inch of it. Logan shoved her shorts down rough and cursed against her mouth when they tangled at her knees, and she kicked them free without breaking the kiss but giggling, nonetheless. His hand skimmed up the inside of her thigh and found her, and she gasped into his mouth and grabbed at his shoulders with both hands.

“Jesus, you are a wet fucking dream,” he groaned, moving his fingers through her, slow once, before the need took him completely and he pushed them inside her still wet and ready for him.

She moaned loudly as her hips jerked, her thighs shaking like crazy, and Logan swallowed all her sounds with tongued kisses. When the feeling hit her, it started where he touched and spread like wildfire through the rest of her body. Clawing at his shirt, he broke the kiss and he tore it off, dropping it somewhere as she did the same.

Logan brought his fingers up to her and stuck them in his mouth, licking them, then put them back inside her. She arched in ecstasy as he worked her clit again, grabbing her breast with his mouth, taking most of it hungrily.

"I want you inside me cowboy. She spread her hands flat across his chest, dragging her nails down his abs until her fingers reached the happy trail at the waist of his jeans and pulled him closer. “Fuck me, Logan,” His forehead dropped to hers, sweat already beading at his temple, and she felt how much he wanted this too.

His jeans hit the floor in a mess of denim, then he climbed over her, really looking at her, close enough that she could see every bit of color in his brown eyes—that little dark angel kiss just at the edge of the color.

He took a breath like he was trying to hold himself together for just one more second before he reached between them and rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her folds, making her gasp when it pushed against her sensitive clit then put it in position at her entrance.

“I’ll be careful.” The first push made her cry out, the pain wasn’t awful, just the burn she’d been told about, it bloomed hot through her core, and he went completely still the instant she tensed, chest heaving, his hand found hers against the pillow and he laced their fingers. “You okay?”

She nodded, swallowing hard from the dryness of it. “I’m okay, keep going.”

Logan kissed her through it as he began to move, saying sweet nothings quietly against her mouth and her throat and her cheek like it was the only words he had left. The pain bled into something heavenly and fuller with every thrust and she pulled him closer until there was no space left between them.

Then their primal needs took over, and she stopped trying to be quiet about any of it. The headboard hit the wall harder and harder every time he pushed into her, and she met his rhythm as he lifted her hips with the hand that wasn’t pinning hers to the bed, making her breath come out in pieces.

Olivia’s bottom lip trembled when she whimpered and his teeth grazed her jaw, his breath ragged and hot against her skin then moved his mouth to her ear.

“You’re so fucking tight.” Everything about it was hot and raw and reckless, sending that thrilled chill of forbidden desire through her body.

“Logan—” Olivia’s head tipped back against the pillow as he caught her throat with his mouth, sucking hard, teeth grazing just enough to get a cry out of her and she arched her whole body up against him. "Oh, God yes! I—I'm—"

Logan’s thrusts became more urgent, gripping the meat of her thigh, holding her against him as he pounded her harder.

Her breath caught when her orgasm hit her—nothing at all like when she did it herself. The feeling started way deeper than that, her vision flashing red and black behind her eyelids, pulsing in time with her heart rate as what she could only describe as pure divine ecstasy flushed through her whole body.

She was shaking apart under him and couldn’t stop and somewhere in the back of her mind that was still capable of thought, she knew the forbidden line they crossed was one she would never regret.

“Logan.” She gasped again, trying to speak past her desert of a throat.

“Liv—I’m fucking coming.” His voice broke as he slammed in harder, then he froze, burying himself as deep as he could fit, filling her up; his forehead resting against hers.

For a split second she swore she was still in that bedroom, sheets tangled, her skin hot against his, Logan’s breath still ghosting her ear. Her eyes flew open to darkness, and she could still feel every inch of him even though he wasn’t there. But the hum under her spine wasn’t a bed frame creaking; it was an airplane, somewhere over the Atlantic. Her heart was pounding in her chest as the orgasm still pulsed through her, and she bit down hard on her lip, praying the stranger two seats over hadn’t noticed a damn thing.

The recycled air was cold against her flushed skin, doing nothing to cool the heat climbing her throat. The air must’ve been what put her back in that room. It definitely wasn’t him or the fact that she knew she would see him at Sunday supper with her folks since he never missed a meal according to her clueless mama.

“What. The. Fuck.” Her smoky voice barely sounded like her own.

The cabin was dim, night lights casting everything in a washed blue haze. Rows of heads rested against seats with a few fallen pillows lying in the narrow walkway. Olivia sank lower, pulling the airline blanket up to her chin like that could hide the color in her face. She was twenty-nine years old, for God’s sake, and she’d just come in her sleep like a teenager.

Over him.

Over a memory she thought she’d shoved down years ago. The seatbelt dug into her hip when she shifted as she muttered under her breath, “Lord help me.” Austin wasn’t even in sight yet, and already Logan Whitley was in her head—hot, raw, and too damn real.