Alex lay staring at the ceiling. There was a tiny crack near where the wall joined at the corner. She stared at it for a long time while she ordered her thoughts.
What on earth had she been thinking?
Oh, wait…she hadn't been thinking at all. She had, however, been drinking.
And whose fault was it that she had downed all those margaritas?
Her head turned slowly on the pillow and her eyes came to rest on the man lying beside her. His eyes were closed now, but she knew he wasn't asleep. Not with that satisfied smile on his face.
It was his eyes that had done it. Those dark eyes of his. All the time they had known each other, she had never let herself really look into their depths. But tonight…tonight she had looked. And drowned.
That had been somewhere in the middle of her third margarita. Why had she bet him that she could out-drink him anyway? She should have known it would be trouble.
At least he hadn't insisted on bourbon. Although that might have been easier. She probably could have taken him if they'd stuck to bourbon. Maybe.
Things would have turned out differently if she hadn't let him share the cab, if he hadn't insisted on walking her to the door, if she hadn't given into his chivalry and let him. She'd never seen the kiss coming, but in the flash of an instant his mouth had been on hers, soft and hot. Her hands had inched upward until her fingers twisted into his hair. Softer than she'd imagined it would be. Thick and rich as it slid through her fingers.
She had wondered more than once what it would be like to kiss him. What it would be like to have those big hands on her, those strong arms wrapped around her. What it would feel like to be wrapped around him in bed.
Well, she'd found out, hadn't she?
His mouth had possessed hers with the kind of fire she had always thought him capable of. She could have said no, but she didn't. She could have pushed him back into the cab and sent him home, but she didn't.
Instead, she'd waited while he paid the driver and then opened her door and let him follow her inside. The moment the door closed behind them, his arms banded around her, his mouth fastened on hers, and she lost her mind.
His body pressed against hers, his hands everywhere. He lifted her into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist. She wondered if the difference in their heights would be an issue. It wasn't.
They fell onto the bed, tugging at their clothes, popping buttons. Breath coming in pants now, skin hot and slick as they explored each other. She couldn't breathe. His mouth was everywhere, following his hands.
Breathless as their bodies joined, wild and willing as he took her. Burning, burning for his touch, for his kisses. Aching. Wanting. Needing.
Having.
And now the crash. The reality. Was she crazy? What had she been thinking?
"Alex…" His voice was soft in the rosy dark. He reached for her, his hand stroking her thigh.
She turned onto her side, looked into those deep, dark eyes. She slid her hand over his chest. The hair was soft and fine, and tickled her fingers. He drew her in for another kiss as his hand slid slowly along her flushed skin.
"Logan," she breathed.
He smiled. "Maybe you should be calling me 'Mike' now."
His mouth was on hers again, before she could answer. Yes. Oh, yes. Yes.
