“Okay,” I say as I look into his eyes.

“Good.” With one hand creeping back to my ass again, he lifts my body so that I’m straddling the bike with him, facing each other. His mouth is on mine, no longer gentle and soft, but hungry and rough as he pulls my lips into his mouth with a bite.

He drags me closer until my legs wrap around his body. His kisses are giving me life. A warm hand reaches under my dress and climbs up to massage my breast making my sex pulse with heat. The other hand squeezes the back of my thigh again, pulling me so close that the few pieces of fabric between us is torture.

I stare into his eyes under the streetlights, so exposed and available for everyone to see, but I don’t care. The street is so quiet and not one car has driven past while we’ve been out here. Plus, the thought that someone will see us only thrills me more.

I can’t get enough of the way he growls into our kiss or the way he grinds the hardness in his pants against my core.

All too soon, he stops again. My chest is moving up and down with every heavy breath. Mumbling into my chest, he says, “Yeah, we’re never going to make it if we keep doing this.”

I can’t help but laugh, and he leans up from my breasts to place a closed-mouth kiss against my lips.

“Come on,” he says. “Let’s save some for tomorrow.”

“No,” I moan against his mouth.

Then he lifts me off of the bike as if I weigh nothing at all. I climb on behind him, letting my fingers rest beneath his T-shirt and against his tight abs. My face rests against his back, and I breathe in the warm cotton smell of his shirt and the cologne beneath.

The drive home does nothing to cool the temperature inside of me. In fact, the vibration of the engine between my legs only makes the buzzing more intense. When we reach my condo, I climb off and kiss him again.

“You were unexpected,” he says as I pull away.

I smile at him as I walk away. “See you tomorrow,” I say as I climb the stairs toward my building. When I leave him, he has a gentle smile on his face. Not a look of happiness, but a look of peace and contentment. The most content I’ve seen him look since I met him.

I don’t know how he can be so content, because I am on fire, and I’m afraid of what I’ve just gotten myself into.

8

Logan

They say the first three days are the easiest. But once you get to the third day, the addiction really lays its claws in and makes its last major pull. I wake up in a cold sweat and want to puke up everything. I wasn’t a heavy user, but the little bit that I did have in my system is calling my name as if it’s begging for attention.