“She doesn’t want you to work?”
“No.” She shook her head. “But let’s not talk about her.”
“What are you studying?”
“History.”
“Interesting.”
“No, it’s not.” She laughed. “I know that many people aren’t as inspired by history as I am. What did you study?”
“In college?”
“Yeah.” Then she blushed. “Oh, sorry. I guess you didn’t go to college?”
“No. I shook my head, annoyed. “I barely graduated from high school,” I lied, not wanting her to know that I graduated with a 3.8 GPA and a number of college credits from dual enrollment classes.
“School’s not all that.”
“Yeah.” We walked in uncomfortable silence. What was she doing with me here? What was I doing with her?
“Do you enjoy stealing cars?”
I looked over at her, annoyed and suspicious. What sort of fool was she? “Is that all you think I do?”
“No,” She looked taken aback. “I was just curious, seeing as how we just met, you know.” Her voice trailed off and I stifled a curse. Since when was she so sensitive?
“Look, Maddie, I don’t know you and you don’t know me. Let’s just spend the night staring at the stars and leave it at that. I’m not down for any deep conversations. I don’t need to be analyzed by some college girl.”
“I think you have a problem with me.” Her words were soft but I could hear the edge in her words. “You’re pretending you think I have an issue with you because you’re Logan Martelli. Woo, I’m scared to be with the big, bad Logan Martelli, eldest brother in a family of criminals. I’m so scared. You’re going to steal a car and then have your wicked way with me. Uh oh. Even though I can’t even get you to make out with me for longer than a few minutes. The issue we have here isn’t what I think of you, which by the way is not much, and that has nothing to do with the rumors about you in town. The issue we have here is that I’m a girl, and I’m rich, and I’m college educated, and I’m forward, and you don’t like that. You don’t like that a girl like me is confident enough to tell you that she wants you. You’re scared that I’m going to emasculate you. You’re scared that I’m going to be a better thief than you. You’re—”
I watched Maddie ramble on incensed and pulled her towards me. “Oh, shut up,” I growled at her before pressing my lips down on hers again. “Just shut up,” I whispered against her mouth, and this time it was she who pushed her tongue into my mouth first. We kissed passionately, as if it were the last kiss that either of us would ever have on earth. I ran my hands down her back and grabbed her ass and pulled her into me so she could feel my arousal against her stomach. I squeezed her ass cheeks and enjoyed the feel of her firm butt against my hands. She pushed her br**sts against my chest and I felt her hands in my hair. I opened my eyes and saw her gazing into mine with a sparkly glint. She was loving every second of our encounter, and it crossed my mind that she had deliberately wound me up; she had wanted me to take control of the situation and just shut her up. All of a sudden, I felt even more aroused and I brought her down to the ground with me. If this was what she wanted, who was I to say no?
“Oh, Logan,” she moaned against my mouth, as I slipped my hand up her shirt and cupped her breast over her bra. I slipped my fingers into her bra cup and pinched her ni**les, delighting in the sound of her groan at the contact of my skin on hers.
“Sit up,” I commanded her and pulled off her tank top as she sat up and stared at me. I then unclasped her bra and threw it on the ground.
“Take off your shirt as well,” she whispered.
“What?” I stared at her, unsmiling.
“Take off your shirt.”
“I’ll take it off when I’m ready.” I gave her a direct warning look. “If we’re going to do this, we’ll do it as I say.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Lie down.” I watched as she lay back on the ground and smiled before leaning down and taking her naked breast in my mouth. I almost groaned as I tasted her. Her nipple tasted sweet, and I suckled on it as if it were the sweetest confectionary. Maddie shifted underneath me, and I saw her legs spread as if giving me the signal that she was ready for another area to be serviced. All in good time, I thought to myself. I moved my mouth over to her other breast and she cried out as I nibbled on her now extremely hard nipple. I felt her hands on my back, and I knew she was pulling my T-shirt up. I paused, not ready for her to take my shirt off. I shifted and grabbed her arms, pinning them back on either side of her head.
“I told you, I’m not ready to take my shirt off.”
“I want to see your chest.”
“Not now,” I growled down at her, wanting her to be slightly scared, wanting her to pause and think for just a moment, what the f**k am I doing here?
“Okay.” She smiled up at me sweetly. I couldn’t resist her smile. This stupid girl had no idea who she was messing around with. Part of me felt sorry for her, and the other part of me felt sorry for myself. One of us was going to get really hurt. I could already see the heartache; there was nowhere for anything to go between us. It didn’t matter if we were both drawn to each other like moths to a flame. It didn’t matter that we had only met that evening. I knew she couldn’t resist me, because I couldn’t resist her. There was some magnetic pull drawing us together. I’d known it as soon as our eyes had locked earlier. But I wouldn’t have pursued it or her. Liar, a voice in my head called out, why did you pull over then? You were hoping to see her. You were hoping with every fiber of your being.
“Logan,” she whispered up at me, distracting me from my thoughts.
“Yes?” I blinked down at her, unseeing.
“Kiss me.” She leaned up, and I blinked again and saw her staring up at me with beautiful, open, shining eyes. Shit, there was an emotion there that I didn’t want to see. “Kiss me.”
I reached down and pulled my shirt off and threw it on the ground. I saw her eyes widen in shock at the huge scar on my abdomen, and as she opened her mouth to talk, I reached down to kiss her. I didn’t want to talk about the scar. My chest crushed down on her br**sts as we kissed and rolled around. My fingers trailed down her stomach and I crept them down to the top of her jeans and unsnapped the button. I looked up at her to make sure it was okay, and she nodded. I popped the button quickly, and then unzipped her jeans and pulled them off. I stared at her in wonder. She looked like a beautiful angel beckoning to me in only a pair of black lace panties. I ran my fingers in between her legs and she gasped as I slipped them into her panties. I grinned as I felt her wetness; she was as ready for this as I was. I rubbed against her gently, listening to the sounds of her moaning as I brought her close to a climax with just my fingers. I increased the pressure of my fingers, and watched as she writhed on the ground beneath me, her eyes getting darker and darker. Just as I felt she was about to come I removed my fingers from her and she cried out in protest.