Page 5 of Best Kept Secret (The New York Thunder #3)

LOGAN

T he silence that rings through the room in the wake of Millie’s admission is deafening, like one of those high-pitched frequencies only a dog can hear. I stare down at her, my eyes bouncing between hers, trying to make sense of what she’s just said because surely I heard her wrong. Right?

“Are… are you serious?”

When her face falls and she tries to scramble out from underneath me, I realize I didn’t hear her wrong. She’s a virgin. And fuck me this would have to be the worst possible moment to have the world’s most painful hard-on in the history of male erections, that’s for damn sure.

Before she can get away, I grab her hip, holding her right where she is despite what the feel of her curves pressed up against me is doing to the already throbbing ache in my balls.

“I’m sorry.I didn’t mean that, I… just?—”

“It’s okay.” She shakes her head, dismissing whatever I was about to say, I have no idea. I’m in shock, and words fail me at the best of times.

Refusing to look me in my eyes, Millie continues, “You can just go if you want to. ”

“Absolutely the fuck not,” I huff because just what kind of asshole does she take me for? “Look at me.”

“I can’t. I’m too embarrassed.”

I can’t help but laugh because she’s sexy as hell, but she’s adorable, too. And I am fucking hooked on her.

Tucking a finger under her chin, I force her to look at me. And when I finally see the fear, mortification, and downright innocence in her eyes… fuck, I feel it straight in my chest, right where my heart beats.

“You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about, Millie,” I assure her. “Actually, I think it’s kind of hot.”

“Yeah, right. A twenty-two-year-old virgin. So hot.” She rolls her eyes.

“It is.” I grin, and I’m being honest. “Besides, it could be worse…”

She arches an eyebrow, waiting.

I bite back my smirk. “You could’ve had sex with that popped-collared d-bag.”

A giggle bursts out of her, and the sound is everything. And honestly, if all I do tonight is lie here with a semi, listening to her giggle while basking in the scent of the vanilla and peach that wafts up from the silky strands of her hair, then that’s fine by me.

“Is there a reason you waited?” I ask, curiosity getting the better of me.

“Well, my dad never let me date in high school.” She snorts. “And, for the biggest whore known to man, Dallas was surprisingly overprotective of me when it came to boys. I guess he assumed all guys were the same as him.”

My stomach twists at the mention of my teammate. My teammate who would skin me alive if he knew where I was right now. I blink away that thought, forcing myself to the present.

“And our older brother, Austin,” Millie continues, “well, let’s just say he threatened to shoot my prom date’s kneecaps out if he so much as laid a finger on me.

My entire senior prom I just sat at a table, drinking spiked punch while watching my so-called date dance with other girls because he was too scared to be within ten yards of me. ”

I stifle a laugh. I don’t have any sisters, but if I did, I can’t say I wouldn’t be exactly the same. I know what teenage boys are like. Hell, I was one not so long ago and, frankly, we’re not much better at twenty-four.

“What about since you’ve been at college?” I know the second I’ve asked the question that I’ve hit a nerve. I can feel in the way she starts to clam up, the light in her eyes dying just a touch, and immediately I’m on edge.

“I spent my first three years choosing to focus on school instead of guys. But then one day, out of nowhere, I ran into Parker outside the campus Starbucks. Spilled my iced caramel mocha all over his pristine white button down. He was so sweet about it and, I don’t know, I guess we just kind of hit it off.

He was perfect, at first. A true gentleman, and when I told him I was a virgin, he didn’t make a big deal of it. He was respectful. Until he wasn’t .”

She must feel my body tense because she’s quick to say, “Oh, he didn’t do anything like… that .”

“He cheated on you?” I presume after what I witnessed downstairs.

“Twice.” She huffs another bitter laugh. “And he blamed me because… I’m an ice queen, apparently.”

I close my eyes on a heavy sigh because what the fuck is it with assholes not keeping their goddamn dicks to themselves.

“I’m sorry that happened to you, Red,” I say sincerely. “I really am. But I hope you know not all guys are complete fucking assholes.”

When Millie’s eyes meet mine again, there’s something there, something almost doubtful, like she doesn’t believe me.

And I have the sudden urge to find that popped-collar dickhead and go another round with him.

But, of course, I don’t. She doesn’t need that right now.

Right now, if she’ll let me, all I can do is show her that not every guy is a living, breathing sack of shit.

Looking from her light green eyes down to her pink lips and back again, I place a hand on her waist, stroking the soft skin that stretches over her ribs.

I allow my gaze to travel downwards, unabashedly taking in her perfect breasts barely concealed by the sheer black bra she’s wearing, see-through enough to make out her pretty pink nipples.

Her chest expands with a breath, and I hear it stammer with her exhale, her skin breaking out in goosebumps, and I know how much I’m affecting her right now.

But she’s affecting me just as much; my dick is aching and hard as stone.

“Do you trust me?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she says without missing a beat.

I duck my head to place a soft kiss to the valley between her breasts.

Lingering there, I dot kisses over the swell of one, and then the other, my eyes watching her reaction.

“Has a guy ever done this before?” I ask, placing my mouth over one of her breasts, breathing hot air and ghosting my lips over her peaked nipple.

With a whimper that goes straight to my dick, she shakes her head frantically, and I can’t help but smile when her hand cups the back of my head, holding me against her.

As I drag my tongue over her nipple through the lace of her bra, softly grazing it with my teeth, I trail my hand down her soft stomach, stopping at the button on her jeans. “Is this okay?”

She nods.

“Has a guy ever made you come before?”

With her teeth dragging over her plump bottom lip, again, she shakes her head. “Parker dry humped me once. He came in his pants and then asked if it was good for me.”

For the record, Parker is a dead man. Muttering a curse, I pop the button on her jeans, but before I go any further, I say, “You tell me to stop and I will, okay?”

She nods, desperately, and I bite back a grin, tugging the zipper down and revealing a hint of white cotton panties with pink motherfucking hearts on them.

Fuck. Me. I was expecting sheer black lace to match her bra.

But these? Who knew a pair of goddamn panties could have me teetering on the edge of no return?

I’m forced to close my eyes tight, taking a few steadying breaths before I end up exactly like her loser ex and come in my pants.

Tentatively sliding my hand inside her underwear, she gasps and I pause, looking at her. “Is this okay?”

She clamps her bottom lip between her teeth and nods, throwing an arm over her eyes, and I know it’s because she’s shy, but I’m not having it. “Eyes on me, Red.”

She shakes her head.

I decide to call her bluff. “Eyes on me, or I’ll stop.”

Slowly, and with an exasperated groan, she removes her arm to reveal adorably flushed cheeks and heavily hooded eyes that burn with lust and uncertainty.

“That’s a good girl,” I say with a soft smile, allowing my hand to dip further into her panties.

A breathy moan falls from her parted lips as my fingers slide over her slick pussy.

Holy fuck, she’s not only bare, but she’s soaked too.

I slip between her folds, swiping the pad of my middle finger over her swollen clit, and her back arches up off the bed, her thighs falling further apart, dazed eyes meeting mine.

“Fuuuck,” I mutter under my breath, circling her clit over and over and watching her unravel in the most beautiful, unguarded way.

“Ohmygod,” Millie whimpers, grabbing my wrist and holding on while I bring her to the edge. “Please keep doing that.”

I smile to myself, relishing in the way her thighs are trembling, in the way her pussy is getting wetter and wetter, the filthy sound amplified through the silence and causing my dick to weep.

And while I’d love nothing more than to edge her, to bring her to the brink over and over again until she’s a needy, writhing mess of desperation, begging me to let her come, I replace my finger with my thumb, rubbing her clit with fervor, trailing my fingers downwards and teasing her tight cunt with featherlight circles.

“Like that?” I grit, using every last ounce of willpower not to thrust my fingers inside and fuck her needy little hole.

She wants it. I know she does. And I bet she’d like it, too.

But not right now. She’s a virgin, and I need to keep reminding myself of that, despite how much she’s drenching my fingers.

“Yes, just like that,” Millie pants out, squeezing her eyes shut tight.

I lick my lips, taking her in from the heavy rise and fall of her chest, to the way her pretty nipples strain against her bra, to the way her stomach tenses, to where my hand is working her over inside her panties.

And although I can’t see anything, I think this is possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever done with a woman.

“You wanna come, Red?” I rasp, leaning in so close and licking the sensitive spot just below her ear, sucking her skin between my teeth.

“Yes! Please!” She moans, and it’s all throaty and guttural and sexy as hell.