His mouth eased its pressure on me and I almost wept. So close. I was so close. My grip tightened on his hair as his tongue lightly played on my clit, the teasing strokes tormenting me.

I whimpered his name and he paused to look up at me.

His eyes went dark at whatever he saw in my face. “What do you want, Pearls? Do you want me to lick you harder?”

I nodded.

He ducked back down and drew me into his mouth with a deep, savoring pull. Still, it wasn’t enough and he knew it. My hips lifted in an effort to give him more of me, but he just lifted his gaze back to mine. “You want my mouth to fuck you?”

Oh. My. God.

My chest squeezed tight and I remembered his promise to say dirty things to me. He’d meant it.

I nodded.

“Let me hear you say it then, Pearls. Say: Fuck me with your mouth.”

I gulped. Oh. God.

His hand tightened where he held my thigh, each of his fingers an individual brand.

I moistened my lips and God help me if his blue eyes didn’t follow my tongue and darken even more. I swallowed against the tightness in my throat. “Fuck me with your mouth.”

My voice didn’t even sound like it belonged to me. It sounded tinny and faraway. Like I was some other girl pinned against a door with a hot guy between her thighs. And I was. This was not Georgia Robinson from Muskogee, Alabama. I wasn’t the lauded Principal Robinson’s daughter.

His mouth was on me again, and I bit my lip to stop from crying out. My head dropped back, rattling the door as my orgasm welled up inside me.

He knew exactly what to do. His lips and tongue flayed me until short gasps burst from my lips. I arched my spine off the door, my fingers splaying wide in his hair. The coil twisted and tightened as he worked me over.

A knock thumped on the door behind me. “Georgia, you in there?”

I slapped a hand over my mouth at the sound of Emerson’s voice, but Logan didn’t stop. If anything, his attentions grew more persistent, frantic, and hungry. He eased a finger inside me as his mouth lapped and sucked at me.

I shattered inside, shudders working up through me as Emerson knocked again, vibrating the wood behind me.

“Georgie?

“Be out in a second,” I croaked as Logan stood with a satisfied gleam in his eyes, letting my dress flutter back down over my thighs.

My chest heaved. I couldn’t meet his eyes. His fingers grasped my chin and forced me to look at him. “You go out first. I’ll follow later.”

I nodded jerkily and turned around, slipping out the door, my legs shaky as a leaf in the wind, but at least I was escaping his too-knowing stare.

Only that brought me face-to-face with Emerson.

“You okay?” Her keen gaze traveled over me.

I nodded, blocking the door. “Yes, fine, thanks.”

“You’ve been gone awhile.” She smiled ruefully. “Not hiding from your date, are you?”

I had forgotten about Connor. “Something like that.”

“I knew you weren’t into him.”

I shrugged. “He’s nice . . . and we’ve been spending a lot of time together this summer.” I wasn’t even sure what I was saying. My body was still reeling from the aftereffects of my first orgasm. There’d been close calls before. I had even thought it had maybe happened a time or two, but now I knew. It had never happened before. Even after years of having sex with Harris, I had never had an orgasm

Until tonight.

Em’s voice recaptured my attention. “Don’t fall into another boring as hell relationship, Georgia. Please?”

My cheeks stung thinking of what I had just done with Logan—what I had just let happen to me. It was a far cry from boring.

I nodded. Maybe too vigorously. Stepping forward, I grasped Emerson’s arm. “Don’t worry about me. I won’t be diving back into another relationship, boring or otherwise,” I assured her, eager to lead her away from the bathroom. “C’mon. I’m hungry.”

She resisted, pulling back on her arm. She jerked a thumb behind her. “I need to use the bathroom.”

The bottom of my stomach fell out. “Uh . . .” My gaze flipped from her to the door and back again. “Nah, come on and get a margarita with me.”

“Well, wait a second and I’ll join you.” Her hand moved for the doorknob and I gave her a hard pull, desperation making me less than subtle at this point.

She angled her head and gave me a funny look. “Georgia, what—”

The door opened then and Logan stepped out, his face expressionless. There was no smile. Nothing in his eyes that revealed what had just happened. He looked normal and casual and not like he was stepping out from a bathroom where he had rocked my world.

“What. The. Hell.”

My gaze swung to Emerson. She was staring daggers at Logan and looking at me like she didn’t know me at all.

“Don’t tell anyone.” The words tumbled from my mouth. “Don’t tell Pepper.”

Pepper would tell Reece. I didn’t expect her to keep secrets from him. And Reece could not know. This was of vital importance. The only person I could want to not know more was my own mother.

I could well imagine Reece ripping into Logan under the assumption that his younger brother had somehow taken advantage of me. I didn’t want that. He might have followed me into the bathroom and started this tonight, but I had wanted this. Since that first kiss, we had been heading toward this.

Emerson looked uncertainly between us. “It’s no one’s business what you do . . .” She stepped forward and jabbed Logan in the chest. “But just so you know. You fuck her over and you can kiss your balls good-bye.”

Logan nodded, looking unfazed at the threat. “Understood.”

“Emerson,” I croaked, heat flooding my face.

She nodded as though satisfied, her features relaxed into a less severe expression. She stepped close to say into my ear. “Jesus. And here I was worried you were sliding into a pit of perpetual dullness. Just be careful.”

That said, she slipped inside the bathroom.

I breathed easier. She hadn’t said the words, but I knew she wouldn’t tell anyone.

Facing Logan again, I was startled to find his expression no longer casual. He looked pissed. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone either. No one needs to know that you’re fucking around with Reece’s little brother. It will be our dirty little secret.”