He shoved thoughts of his past and everything else away as Grace plastered her body to his, wrapping her arms around his neck.
This didn’t feel like a show; this felt totally real. So damn real he was afraid to hope for more.
And as he nibbled on her bottom lip, he realized he didn’t want anyone else seeing them making out. Her kisses and moans and everything else were just for him. And the way she was melting against him completely caught him off guard. He’d just wanted a little taste. Now? God, she couldn’t be acting. He sure as hell wasn’t.
Holding her tight, he nibbled his way along her jaw, not bothering to hide his reaction to her. And she didn’t seem to mind. “Want to get out of here?” he murmured before gently biting her earlobe.
She leaned her head back and looked into his eyes, her own wide with surprise and…heat. Undeniable heat. Her dark gaze searched his for a moment, but then she nodded, her eyes going heavy-lidded. “I just need to grab my purse.”
This was it. He’d made his move and it was time to make her his.
Chapter 2
Grace opened her eyes, stretching her arms above her head and bathing in the warm sunshine sliding across her naked body.
And froze.
She snapped her eyes open and looked around the exquisite hotel suite as last night came rushing back in naked, sexy images. Logan’s head between her legs. Logan bringing her to orgasm over and over. Logan fisting her hair as he thrust into her from behind.
Ohhhhhhh. Oh. My. God. What had she been thinking? She hadn’t been thinking, clearly. Or she wouldn’t have indulged in a night of marathon sex with the man she’d fallen for ages ago. Why? Because he was not a commitment kind of guy. Not even close. He was in his mid-thirties and if he’d wanted to settle down, he easily could have by now. And she…she was a romantic who’d had her heart smashed to pieces nearly a year ago.
Cringing at herself, she swung her legs over the side of the empty bed. Her entire body felt not sore exactly, but she’d used muscles she hadn’t in a while. And she was definitely tender between her legs. And okay, she also felt relaxed and better than she had in ages. Mind-blowing orgasms would do that to a girl.
As she stood up, she realized the shower was running and Logan was singing in an adorably off-key way. More images flooded back as she remembered making out with Logan in front of all their friends on the dance floor last night. Oh God. Now everyone would know that they’d had a one-night stand. Which wasn’t terrible but…with him, she wanted more. And some of her friends knew that. So now she’d have to deal with their well-meaning pity.
Embarrassment and a bit of panic surged through her. She scooped up her purse from the floor. She had another flash of Logan tossing it to the ground before he shoved her dress up to her waist—and dove between her legs like a man starving.
As her cheeks heated up, she started cataloging everything from last night in bright color images. Moving here had been a way for her to start over and put her painful past behind her. She’d made so many wonderful friends, and sleeping with someone who was part of their friend group was not part of her plan. It was just stupid. She didn’t want drama or complications now. Or ever. But especially not now. Her life was getting back to normal and she felt…good most of the time.
And she could just imagine how nice Logan was going to be when he got out of the shower. Hell, he’d probably want to order breakfast and then have another round of sheet-burning sex before they went their separate ways.
Which…was just too much for her. She knew she was just another notch on his bedpost, or whatever that stupid phrase was. Logan was a giant flirt and hadn’t had a serious relationship in pretty much ever, according to everyone. He didn’t do them, apparently. She couldn’t deal with a “this was fun, let’s stay friends or hook up on occasion” type of conversation.
No, she was feeling far too raw after seeing her ex-fiancé last night and then… This. She found her dress draped across the couch in the little sitting room. Holy crap, what kind of suite were they staying in? Last night all her focus had been on Logan, and she’d been aware of the place he’d gotten but…this was incredible. It was all gleaming white and chrome and tons of natural light spilling in from the huge wall of windows.
How had he gotten such a great place so quickly? Oh God, was this where he brought his women?
Feeling nauseous, she grabbed her heels and slipped them on. Even though she knew this was Vegas, which had a very relaxed dress code no matter the time of day, she still felt vulnerable stepping out of the hotel room wearing such a skimpy, sparkly dress. Her walk of shame dress.
So she grabbed his aviator sunglasses and black suit jacket and slid them on. The jacket was big on her so she rolled up the sleeves. And she was grateful that it covered her dress.
Was she being a coward by running out without talking to him? Yep. She just didn’t care.
The only thing she knew was that she had to get out of here now. She absolutely could not face Logan.
Nope. If she did, she might confess her stupid feelings for him and that was not happening. She’d already suffered enough hurt for one lifetime.
With her heart beating an erratic tattoo in her chest, she swung the front door open and realized they were definitely in one of the expensive suites, because this was one of the top floors of the Serafina. She was such a fool. Of course he brought women here. There was no way in hell he should have been able to secure such a great room on such short notice. Maybe it was one of the perks of working for the owner? Bah.
Feeling her cheeks heat up even more, she hurried down the hallway and pressed the elevator button, frantic to get away before Logan came looking for her.
Yeah, she definitely should’ve thought about things last night, like the repercussions of sleeping with someone in their friend group. Though to be fair, they hadn’t done a lot of sleeping. God, she was best friends with his brother’s wife.
But she’d been living in the moment. Seeing her ex had brought up all those feelings of insecurity and Logan had made her feel beautiful and wanted for the first time in forever. She’d been turned on and wanting nothing more than to finally have a taste of Logan.
Well now she’d gotten a taste and knew how incredible it was. Which just made this even harder.
It didn’t take long to get to the parking garage, and she was so grateful she hadn’t valeted her car the night before. There would be no waiting. Just running.
She felt a teeny bit bad about that, but embarrassment was riding her hard right now. As she pulled out onto the main road, she used her Bluetooth to call Sierra. Normally she would have called Taylor but that felt too weird right now since Taylor was married to Roman.
“Hey girl, how are you feeling this morning?” There was laughter in Sierra’s voice.
“Embarrassed.” She was grateful for the sunglasses as she pulled out onto the bright Strip.
“Why on earth are you embarrassed?”
“Because I made out with Logan in front of everyone last night?” Wasn’t that obvious?
“So what? I nailed my man last night too. Who cares? You’re single and he’s single. You had a crappy year—that being an understatement. It’s about damn time you indulged in some fun. Which is exactly what I’ve been telling you for the last few months! It’s beyond time that you got yours!”