It had taken me an hour to drink it.

That wasn’t counting the three beers Logan had poured for me before, or the shots Nate brought over for all of us, or my empty stomach. I’d stopped here on the way home to fill out the application. Nate and Logan had both ordered food earlier, but I hadn’t been hungry then.

My stomach growled.

I looked down at it. I was hungry now.

“Logan.” I tugged on his sleeve.

He glanced over his shoulder, but didn’t turn away from the girls. “Hmmm?”

See? I was one of the guys now. It sucked.

“I have to eat, or I have to go home.” I tried to give him my most serious face. “What do you propose we do?”

The corner of his mouth twitched, like he was trying to hold back a grin. “Well, friend.” He emphasized that word.

I winked at him, shooting him with my finger. “Good one.”

He shrugged, looking proud of himself. “I’m being good. I haven’t hit on you once tonight, have I? I held back. I was being a good friend.”

I nodded, then stopped. I don’t think I wanted to encourage that, did I? Then my stomach rumbled again. If I could feel it when I was this drunk, I knew I would’ve been starving if I were sober. “How do you propose we get home? Or get food? The grill closed an hour ago, right after dinner, didn’t it?”

His chuckle slipped over and caressed me. I wanted to close my eyes to savor it, but instead, a goofy grin came to my face.

Logan straightened from the table and scanned the bar. Then he rotated on his stool to face me. This put his back to the two girls, and both seemed irritated, but this was Motherfucking Logan Kade—his words two hours earlier, not mine. They weren’t going to argue.

Grinning at my thoughts, my body jerked awake as Logan placed his hands on my knees. He leaned forward and murmured, “I’m not being such a good friend now. I should apologize, but I’m not going to.”

I almost closed my eyes, letting his words slide over me. They warmed me, and I was fast not caring if we were friends or not. His knees also rested against mine, trapping me between his legs. Then his hands started a slow slide. They left my knees and progressed to my thighs at a snail’s pace. All I could do was hang my head and watch them. They stopped right before touching my stomach, and his fingers splayed out. His thumbs rested very close to my happy spot.

I held my breath. “I’m a bit inebriated, Logan.”

He grinned and good God, my heart leapt into my chest. My body was burning up. It was a fucking Sahara in here, then he said, “Me, too.” His forehead rested on mine, and he was right there, like right there. Our eyes were looking into each other. His breath was teasing me, acting likes its own seductive caress. This guy was dangerous, with a capital D. I needed to start fanning myself because I was losing all senses here.

I glanced down. I had to do something, or my lips would be on his and that’d be trouble, so much trouble, but I felt Logan’s attention was fully focused on me. My body was still burning. I was on fire. I gulped, and I started to lick my lips, but I heard his groan. I stopped, or I tried to stop. My body leaned forward. It was edging just a centimeter toward him.

No! Stop, Taylor. I tried to command myself, but I felt my body going. He wanted me, too, but he was waiting for me. He’d made the first move, and now it was my turn. One move from me, and it was game on.

I’d never had sex in a bar, but Logan made me wonder why not.

“I got the hail.” Nate came to the table, interrupting whatever the hell had been going on.

I jerked back from Logan’s hands, those delicious hands, and he laughed. Lifting his head, he asked Nate, “Can you drive?” His eyes remained on me.

“Fuck, no.”

Logan’s mouth dipped in a rueful expression. “Neither can I.”

Both turned to me.

Inside I was swimming in my beer, and all the gloriousness from my hormones. They were screaming Logan’s name. I gave them a smile.

Nate shook his head, pulling out his phone. He shot Logan a look. “Mason’s going to be pissed.”

“We could cab it?”

“My friend is sober,” one of the girls piped up. “She can give you guys a ride home.” The girls hadn’t gone anywhere. Nope. They were now being helpful, eavesdropping on our conversation.

Evidently my top lip lifted in a slight snarl, but I wasn’t aware until Logan smoothed it down with his finger. He turned, hiding me from their view as he asked, “You can fit all three of us?”

“Oh, yeah. Plenty of room.” The girl who’d offered the ride was damned cheery.

“Well…” Her friend sounded more cautious. “Someone will have to sit on a lap. It could be a tight fit.”

“That’s no problem.” She elbowed her reluctant friend.

I rolled my eyes.

The girl’s enthusiasm grated on my nerves. She loved the idea of sitting on a lap, and I had one guess whose lap she was hoping for.

But when we got to the car, Logan’s hand found my waist. A tingle broke out over me, giving me a shiver, one of the delicious kinds. He stood right behind me, and I had a hard time concentrating on what was going on. His touch was almost possessive, like he was claiming me, but I knew that wasn’t what he was doing. That wouldn’t have made any sense.

The car doors opened, and his hold tightened as he said, “Taylor can sit on my lap.”

Good gracious. My body heated. Hearing him say those words, an ache formed between my legs.