More Than Her Page 31

 I couldn't help the moan that escaped. I tried to swallow, but my throat was too dry. Then his mouth was on my neck, sucking, slowly moving higher. I tilted my head, wanting more of him. His lips brushed against mine. His tongue darted out and licked my bottom lip. And then he backed away. But I gripped his shirt in my hands and pulled him back, bringing his mouth to mine.

 And I kissed him.

 Because if he needed to know that it was okay for him to kiss me, then I'd show him.

 The second our tongues met, he let out a low groan. His hand on my back moved lower, and lower, until it was under my shorts, and under my panties, cupping my bare ass. "Mm," he moaned, never taking his mouth off mine.

 I started to untuck his shirt from his. I wanted to touch him too. I wanted to touch him everywhere. I wanted to feel him everywhere.

 His mouth never stopped moving and our tongues never stopped playing. It was slow and soft, but he was in full control.

 I lost mine the minute he looked at me with lust clear in his eyes.

 He pressed further into my center and I felt him again, rock hard against my core.

 He started a rhythm, grinding into me. One of my legs was on the floor, the other wrapped around him. I started moving too. And slowly, we started moving together. "Oh God, Logan." I kissed him harder, softy biting his bottom lip.

 His mouth moved from mine, down to my jaw, to my neck, to my collarbone. He slowly ran his tongue along there, lower, and lower, until he reached my chest.

 "Oh, shit," I whispered. I was panting, moaning, moving, gripping, all of it, all at once. My nails dug into his back. "Oh, shit," I said again. I had no control over what came out of my mouth when he did these things to me.

 He gripped my ass tighter. I let out a sound I had no idea I was capable of. I was so fucking turned on. His movements on me were making me so fucking wet I could feel it soaking my panties. His mouth moved from my neck to me ear, "You gotta quit making those sounds, baby." He kissed the spot behind it. "I'm starting to lose it."

 Then he took my mouth in his, moving into me harder, pinning me to the wall. My leg on the floor moved to wrap around him. I needed him closer to me; I needed more of him.

 He started to build a rhythm again. I felt that slow burn building low in my stomach. I didn't know how the fuck he was doing it. Or what the fuck he was even doing. But I didn't want it to stop. Ever. "Oh my God, Logan." I was panting; my head threw back against the wall. He was on my neck. Sucking. Hard. He was going to leave a mark. I wanted him to.

 "Matthews! What the fuck are you doing?" A deep voice yelled.

 I screamed, dropped my legs, ducked, and hid behind him.

 Oh. My. God.

 Reality set in.

 What the fuck were we doing?

 "Fuck," he spat. His hand went down his pants to adjust himself, before turning around.

 "What the fuck do you think this is, Matthews?"

 "Sorry, Coach."

 Oh. My. God.

 Kill me now.

 "Go home!" I was too embarrassed to look past Logan to see his coach's reaction.

 "Yes Sir." Logan sounded like he was about to laugh.

 What the hell?

 "I'll cover for you." His coach sounded different now, like he was trying to contain his own laughter. "Fuck, I wish I was in college again," he said, before I heard his footsteps walking away.

 I don't know what emotion was on my face when Logan turned to me, but he laughed.

 Fucking laughed.

 "This shit's not funny!" I whispered loudly. "I almost let you have me." I motioned with my finger at our surroundings. "Right here!"

 He didn't respond. Just looked me up and down and licked his lips. His eyes settled on my face, as he brought his hand up to cup my cheek.

  And then his face was so close to mine; I could feel his breath on my lips. He rubbed his nose against mine. "Wait here," he said, his voice low, laced with desire. "We're not even close to being done. I'm going to take you home and I'm going to fucking finish what I started. And when I'm done with you, you won't even remember what happened just now. All you'll remember is how I make you feel when you're screaming my name."

 

 Logan

 

 She hadn't said a word since we started driving home. I couldn't even glance at her long enough to figure out what she was feeling because the rain was so heavy I could barely see a foot in front of the car.

 "I can't see shit," I told her, wiping the windshield with my sleeve.

 She stayed silent.

 I slowed down enough so that could look at her quickly. Her eyes were shut tight and she was gripping the sides of the seat so tight her knuckles turned white. Her face was pale. I could see her chest heaving from her erratic breathing.

 What the hell?

 I was about to ask if she was okay when her phone sounded.

 My concentration went back to the road, but I heard her answer. "Hey," she greeted.

 "Yeah, I was on my way home...."

 "Logan's driving..."

 "Okay, hang on..."

 To me, she said, "E wants to talk to you, I'll put it on speaker."

 The next sound was Ethan's voice. "Dude, can you pull over somewhere safe?"

 I did as he asked, took the phone off speaker and put it to my ear. I never took my eyes off Amanda.

 "What's up?" I said into the phone.

 "How is she?"

 Her feet were on the seat, her knees drawn up, her head between them. "What's going on?"

 "She just...has a thing...with this weather." He spoke cautiously. "Could you just stay put until the weather clears?"

 "Sure." I hung up, put her phone in the console and stroked the hair gently. "Amanda?"

 She made a sound but didn't look up.

 I don't know what the hell was going on, but it was more that just being afraid of rain.

 A crack of thunder sounded. She flinched and started rocking back and forth.

 I leaned over and tried to get her to calm down. I tried to hold her but she wouldn't stop rocking. "Baby, " I said.

 That single word made her look up at me. She was crying. "I'm such a fucking baby." She sniffed.

 "No, you're not." I soothed. "Come here."

 I helped her so she was lying on top of me. I loved feeling her this close. It wasn't a sex thing, not all the time, sometimes I just want her. I moved the hair that'd fallen in front of her face to behind her ear. "Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

 She shook her head. "I want to, Logan. Just not now."

 I nodded and kissed her cheek before lowering my seat to a laying position. I got us comfortable while we waited out the storm. Honestly though, I could lay like this, with her in my arms forever, and it still wouldn't be long enough.

 "I hate this," I told her.

 "What?" She sniffed again.

 "I hate seeing you like this; crying. I hate that you have to feel like this and I hate that I can't do shit about it."

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