Page 99 of The Risk Taker

The man nods and Logan takes a step back, making room for him before the doors close again. I can feel Logan’s eyes on me the whole ride up, but I keep mine forward, my heart pounding hard.

When the doors open on our floor, I take a step forward and Logan follows, his shoulder bumping mine as we walk down the hall.

“You okay?” he asks, nudging my shoulder.

“Sorry,” I breathe out. “I just—when he walked in?—”

“Hey.” He stops walking and reaches out, brushing his fingers over the back of my hand. “You don’t have to explain.”

I meet his eyes. Green and calm and somehow understanding more than I’ve said out loud.

He glances down and unlocks the door with his keycard, gesturing for me to go in first. I step into the dim small room, with two single beds crammed inside.

He follows, door clicking shut behind him before he locks the door and tosses the keycard on the desk.

I glance toward the beds we pushed together when we checked in. Logan was originally supposed to room with Austin. God knows how he convinced him to swap, but I’m not about to complain.

When I glance back, he’s already watching me, his mouth curved in a grin before he reaches me and curls his hand over the back of my neck, pressing his lips against mine.

I’ve become addicted to his kisses. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t crave it and I have no idea how I went on for so long without it.

His hands fly to my hips and push slightly until we fall onto the bed. I stumble backward with a breathless laugh, Logan’s hands already tugging at my shirt and jacket.

We kiss, desperately trying to rip off our clothes, each layer being peeled off one by one. His hands skim my chest, my ribs, and he breaks the kiss to look down at me.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn pretty.”

I reach for the hem of his T-shirt, wanting it gone. He strips it off for me, tossing it somewhere near the desk.

He leans down to kiss me again, his hands stroking down my sides, tracing my waist, slipping under the waistband of my jeans.

“Lift your hips,” he murmurs against my mouth.

I do, and he works my jeans down, dragging my boxers with them. My cock springs free and he groans quietly, stroking my cock.

My head tips back as my balls curl with pleasure, and before I can chicken out, I say it.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He freezes.

I think the air in the room does too.

His head lifts, eyes locking onto mine. “You what?”

I swallow hard, my throat dry. “I… prepped.” His eyes widen slightly, trying to figure out how serious I am. I force myself to keep going. “I looked up what I needed and um… watched some videos,” I admit, heat creeping up my neck. “I didn’t want to mess anything up. I just—” I exhale, running a hand through my hair. “I really want this. I wantyou.”

His gaze drops, slowly dragging down my chest and my cock before returning to my face, and he lets out a low, shaky groan. “Fuck. Are you sure?” he asks, holding my gaze.

I nod, threading my fingers through his hair. “I’m sure. I want to be close to you.”

He cups my jaw, his thumb brushing along the curve of my cheekbone. “We’re close right now, baby,” he says. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

“I want to,” I assure him.

He groans, his forehead dropping to mine. “Fuck. I didnotthink tonight was gonna end with me inside you.”

He pulls back, his eyes trailing all over me, and I smile, a little drunk on the way he looks at me. “You remember how good it felt last time?” he murmurs, pressing his lips to mine.