Page 18 of Test Me
Logan slid his gaze from the fireplace to lock on me. His lips parted slightly and, damn, did I have the sudden urge to kiss him again. Especially when his tongue darted out to wet them, like maybe he was having the same thought. But if that was the case, why had he brushed aside the earlier kiss so easily? Already, guys were proving as confusing as women.
He nodded slowly, just once. “I trust you.”
Something about the solemn way he said it felt almost as good as kissing him had.
Our fingers brushed as I took the lighter, and I shook the electric connection off in favor of focusing on not actually blowing us up. I got on all fours, located the lever to turn the gas on, then held the lit flame of the BIC to the starter and pressed the ignition. The pilot light caught and I settled back. “There should be a switch somewhere.”
“Oh!” Logan popped up. “I couldn’t figure out what it was for since it never worked.”
Damn, for a smart dude, he was charmingly oblivious sometimes. He fingered the switch on the wall next to the fireplace.
“Flip it,” I told him.
There came the hesitant expression again. “You sure?”
“As sure as a snowball to the face. Flip it.”
He flipped it, and there were a couple of beats where nothing happened. Logan turned a skeptical eye on me just before the logs caught with a softwhumpfthat made him flinch.
“Look at that.” I grinned. “We’re still alive.”
“Huh. I wonder why Pete said it didn’t work?”
I laughed. “Think about something like this in the wrong hands. Like, the average partying sophomore stumbling in smashed and thinking a fire is a great idea. Then throwingoff the bedcovers in the middle of the night or something. Or bringing someone home and it gets a little wild and there goes the comforter into the fire.” Logan’s furrowed brow deepened. I’d said something wrong. “What?”
“I’ve slept with people here before.”
Initially, I didn’t register the defensive tone or understand why he was telling me, I was solely reacting to the flare of jealousy in the pit of my stomach. Who had he brought here? Who’d gotten to enjoy his kiss the way I had?
“I’ve also stumbled in here drunk.”
“Wait, I didn’t mean—” I shook my head. “I just mean you’re more responsible than the average person probably. That’s not a bad thing. Fuck, I get you on edge so easily, sometimes.” I took a step toward him, the heat from the fireplace warming my calves. “Did you bring your blind date here? Chet?” Yeah, that wasn’t going to help the situation. It wassooooonone of my business, but I couldn’t resist. Maybe that was why he’d reacted so strangely to kissing me when we’d clearly both enjoyed it at least for few seconds. Maybe he was more into Chet than he’d let on.
“What? No! No way.” The way Logan blurted it out so vehemently was reassuring, but I couldn’t help fishing for more.
“How come?”
Logan’s silvery gaze met mine, his lips doing that subtle parting thing again that drove me crazy for the way it felt almost like an invitation. “I didn’t want to.”
“Why not?” I pressed.
He let out an exasperated sigh. “Because, unfortunately, I’ve developed a raging crush on you.”
I blinked in surprise that he just came out with it like that. I’d hoped he was at least attracted to me, but between my tentativeness about guys and Logan’s walls, it’d been hard toread the situation clearly. “Does that mean you liked that kiss as much as I did?” I asked softly.
“You liked it?” His nostrils flared slightly as I nodded. I thought it’d been pretty obvious, but I’d also gathered Logan was the cautious type.
“Yeah.” I took another step closer. “And I’m gonna do it again unless you stop me.” Fuck professionalism.
“I’m not. Not going to stop you, I mean.” His voice became a whisper as I leaned in, the last couple of words washing over my lips as I pressed them to his. His lips were silky smooth, the kiss an entirely different temperature now that we weren’t freezing outside. I wrapped my arms around him as he fisted my shirt on either side of my ribs and opened his mouth, giving me more of the taste I’d been craving for the last forty-five minutes.
I pulled back enough to speak. “Is it still the atmosphere?”
He shook his head slowly, his hands dropping, fingers skimming beneath my shirt over my bare skin. “No. It’s you this time. It was then, too. I lied to try to give us both an out.”
I smirked in satisfaction, then dived in for more.
It’d been a while since I’d just wildly made out with someone, and Logan kissed with the same dedication and intensity with which he’d explained the laws of thermodynamics. Which is to say, it was really fucking good. Enough to make my dick throb in my jeans.