I choked over the pain that threatened to rise. “I wanted to forget.”
Big hands gripped me by the hips, and he lifted me from the floor. On instinct, my legs wrapped around his waist.
He rocked against me, his cock huge and hard and scorching hot.
A searing.
A burn.
A tattoo forever imprinted on me.
“Do you?” he pressed, his fingers digging into my flesh as if he could uncover the truth in me.
“I remember. I remember.”
He was rocking harder then, friction and fire, and I was so spun up, so lost, that I was gasping.
Pleasure rose like an eruption.
Like dammed water springing from dry, dead earth.
So much. Too much. Not nearly enough.
I clawed at his shoulders. “Please.”
“What do you need?” he rumbled as he kissed a path up my neck.
“You.”
The door banged open, and the light flipped on.
I choked.
Logan froze where he was dry humping me against the wall where my legs were still locked around his waist.
Horrified, I whipped my attention to the doorway.
Mimi slapped her hand over Gage’s gaping eyes before she shuffled him around and told him to go to the kitchen.
She turned back to us with a grin on her face.
“You sly dog.”
Gretchen peered over Maria’s shoulder. “Oh, lord a’mercy…he was about to take it out, Mare.”
With both hands, I covered my face. I didn’t need to worry about my knees being weak from embarrassment since Logan still had me pinned.
Awesome.
“You could shut the door,” Logan said, his hands planted on either side of my head as he glared their way.
“Now what would be the fun in that?” This from Mimi.
“We were kind of in the middle of something.” Logan raised his brow.
“Not anymore…this old girl needs to get home. My dogs are a barkin’, and it’s way past my bedtime. You promised to give me a ride, doncha remember?” Gretchen slurred.
“Call an Uber.” Exasperation filled his tone.