Rush (Roam Series, Book Four) (10 page)

Every miserable
memory of the past few months extinguished in my mind, replaced by the most self-satisfied, exhilarated,
certain
feeling I’d ever experienced in my life. I cleared my throat, knowing that my smile traveled all the way into outer space and bounced back down through her line. “Can I talk?”

“Yes.
Please
.”

“
I don’t kind of love you, Violet.
I definitely love you.
”

Her gasping breath, and then her raspy laughter, made me want to crawl through the phone and crush my lips to hers.

“I need to see you.”

“My parents are gone for the weekend. I can come get you tomorrow after school.”

“That’s a seven and a half hour drive, Logan.”

“
I want you.
”

I hoped my intentions were clear in my voice. She swallowed. “
I want you to have me. All of me.”

Fucking hell.
I burst from the couch, searching absently for my keys. “I’m coming now.”

“No, no,” she laughed, and I smiled into the phone, longing to see her perfect mouth curve into that luring grin. “I have school tomorrow, and so do you.
”

“I’ll be there by eleven on Saturday-…,”

“No, Logan, this is good,” she said, and I dropped to the couch again, running my fingers through my hair and over the back of my neck.
I need to roll around in the snow and calm down.
“I like the way this feels… this feeling in my body. Wanting you. Let it last.”

Jesus. I adjusted myself uncomfortably, letting the back of my neck tilt against the couch to stare at the ceiling. “I
wish you were here. Right now.”

“Text me all day tomorrow. Don’t make me wonder if you’re thinking about me.”

“Let me just make this clear. I never stop thinking about you, Violet. Your eyes… your hair… and especially your mouth.”

She breathed in quickly. “My ass is jealous.”

Oh, my God, I love this girl.
“I left your ass out to be gallant. Actually, when I think of your other parts, they are sharing a split-screen with your ass.”

Her breathy laughter
smacked a smile across my face that I was sure was touching my ears. “I can’t believe I found you, Logan.”

I
closed my eyes, sighing.

Violet

“Perry.”

“West… it’s me, it’s Violet.”

“Hey,” his voice softened, and I smiled inwardly.

“I know this is a little... um… I need to ask you for something. Something huge, actually.”

“Anything, Vi.”

“I need a car.”

“Done,” he said without pause, and I heard his fingers clicking on the keys of a keyboard. “What do you want?”

“I don’t care, just anything that will take me to Logan.”

The clatter quieted, and he shifted the phone. “That’s a long way to drive.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“I’ll get you a car. But let me get you here faster, and safer,” he started typing again. “Can you get a ride to the Richmond airport? I can book you a flight and pick you up-…,”

“If you do that, please just send a cab for me to Logan’s house. I don’t want to pull you away from Roam. How is she?” I finished packing the last of my clothes into my suitcase, glancing around the small laundry room/ bedroom.

“She’s healing.”

“How are you?”

He cleared his throat. “Preparing.”

I slung my bag over my shoulder, gathering my hair into a ponytail. “
What time do I need to be at the airport?”

“Tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Eleven. Violet,” his tone changed from accommodating to authoritative. “
Please be careful… in every way.”

Is he really talking about safe sex? Are you kidding me?
“Don’t worry about me.”

“
I’ll have a ride waiting for you when you land.”

“Thanks.” I started to disconnect, but stopped when I heard his voice.

“Violet?”

“Yeah?”

“He’s a good kid.”

I knew he was talking about Logan. I bit my lip, unable to stop the grin. “I know, West.”

The only turbulence on the plane ride was in my stomach; over and over I practiced what I’d say to Logan when I saw him.
I couldn’t wait… I needed to see you…

I can’t believe how much I want you.

Just as West had promised, there was a ride waiting for me- and not a cab. The driver took my bag, called me ‘Miss’ and held the Mercedes door open as I stepped inside. By the time we reached Madison, I was a jumble of nerves, which was very unlike
me
.

It’s just Logan.

“Just Logan,” I whispered, making my way up the sidewalk of his house. He’d mentioned in his text that his parents were out of town; I wondered if he’d be awake, or if I should have called.

Knocking softly, I waited. The house was dark, and with it being almost one o’clock, I guessed he was asleep.

When I tried the door handle, I found it unlocked.
Wow. Not in Richmond. Must be nice to live somewhere so safe.

Quietly, I pushed open the door. The TV was frozen on an on-demand channel menu, and he was sprawled out on the couch with one arm thrown over his face.

I lowered my bag to the floor, my heart swelling.
He’s so handsome.
Everything about him was disarming, and he made me overwhelmingly
happy
just by being this close to him.
How did I fall so hard, so fast? Not like you, Violet.

Now that I was there, I had no idea what I was going to do.
I didn’t expect him to sleep this soundly.
I’d imagined the front door being thrown open, and me jumping into his arms, finally feeling his lips on mine.

He
stirred, moving his hand away from his face, and I smiled.

I needed to memorize the curves of his face; I’d stared for too long at the Logan of 1955, and I wanted to learn the smooth lines of his jaw and his deep brown eyes. I slipped my jacket off and dropped it to the floor next to my bag.

He wore a gray tee shirt and darker gray pajama pants, and whatever deodorant he used reminded me of the first time I’d met him in Russia.

Kneeling next to him, I lifted my eyebrows.
He’s such a heavy sleeper.
I could see his eyes moving beneath his lids, and wondered if he was having a nightmare.

“Logan?” I inched backward, not wanting to get jacked in the face.

He stirred. Gently, I pulled my hand over his dark hair, loving the slight curl that caught my fingertips.

Those
gorgeous brown eyes blinked and focused, and a slow grin spread over his face. “Am I dreaming?”

“Sure,” I responded, shifting on my knees.

He sat up, pulling me toward him. “You feel so real.”

“I was joking… you’re not dreaming. I flew here
. It’s the middle of the night… Saturday morning.”

He processed my words, narrowing his eyes. “You flew here?”

“I called Daddy Warbucks.”

He smirked, and I squealed and giggled as he caught me. In seconds, I was in his warm place on the couch, and he stretched over me, raising his eyebrows.

“I’m going to kiss you.”

I nodded eagerly; closing my eyes.

“Open your eyes. They turn bluer when I’m this close to you.”

I smiled and let them open, and he searched them for a moment before cupping my face in his hands. “Hurry up. You’re killing me,” I whined, and he nodded, taking a steadying breath.

“There’s a lot riding on this kiss. I’m already in love with you. What if there’s no chemistry? What if I suck? What if
you
suck?”

I slapped his shoulder, laughing. “Just shut up. You’re ruining the moment.”

“Wait- I had potato chips for dinner. My mouth might taste like crap.”

“I don’t care Logan!”

“Alright, I’m stalling.” He dove, catching my lips open in laughter.

The smile left my
face the moment his mouth captured mine.

His hips pressed against my hips as he took his time. I held my breath, dizzied by the combination of exploding sensations igniting from the friction of his hardened body against thighs.
I held on to his shoulders, barely breathing, all control gone as he opened my mouth to his. His salty tongue only ignited my hunger; I wrapped my fingers into his hair, turning my face.

“
Logan
,” I breathed, lifting my leg to wrap around his waist. He groaned into my mouth, eagerly pressing me to the couch as his kiss worked over the corner of my mouth, capturing my bottom lip, then top, and then he tilted my face for a better angle to drown me, leaving me struggling for reality.

His fingers slid beneath my shirt,
tracing over my bare skin, and I broke away, breathless. “Are you feeling something?” I begged.

His incredulous expressi
on eased the foreign self-consciousness edging over me. “You feel…
so right,
” he pulled his mouth over my neck, leaving me struggling for control as his lips met the skin on my stomach. “
Your kiss… changes everything.
”

I remembered my words in the kitchen, in 1955, when describing the ending of my favorite movie. Smiling, I felt my eyes mist over. “
I like change.
”

“I want to kiss you
every
where. But first, this flower.”

I couldn’t resist arching my back as his fingers fumbled with the zipper on my jeans. When he found the small tattoo on the right side of my pelvis, I began to shake with the force of uncontrollable need. “
Wait-
ohmygod wait
,” I gasped for air, quickly losing a grip on logical thoughts.

“
Upstairs,
” his tongue traced over the purple ink, and I cried out, gripping his shoulders and he swept me into his arms. “
My bedroom.
”

“
Wait
,” I whispered. “Do you have protection?”

He nodded, almost dropping me as he missed the first step. Both of
our mouths curled into matching smiles, and he exhaled a laugh. “I wanted to be all dramatic and carry you up the steps, but honestly- my knees are so fucking weak from all this kissing, I don’t think I can. Sorry.”

I felt the stairs with my toes, sliding down his length. “
Pussy
.”

He widened his eyes as I turned us, pushing him down to
the steps. Kicking my jeans and panties away, I tugged at his pajama pants.

“
Hell yeah
,” he clasped both of his hands over the backs of my thighs, molding his fingers into my skin. “On the stairs.”

“Wait, go get what we need,” I ordered. He bolted to his feet, disappearing into the
bedroom. I tried so hard to wait for him, excited about the whole stairs thing, but finally gave up and followed him.

He was already in the doorway, tearing at the
condom wrapper. I let him slide it over himself before returning to his arms.

I sat down on his bed as he slowed his kisses,
and he broke away only to pull his shirt over his head. His muscles, not nearly as ripped as in 1955, were much less threatening and ten times more attractive to me. I sat up on my knees, tugging off my own shirt.

His fingers eagerly moved to the clasp on my bra, and after a full sixty seconds of heart-hammering anticipation, I broke away at his frustrated curse. “
Damn it- what is this? Some kind of barbed wire?”

I laughed, pulling back and unfastening the hook myself. “
You’re killing me, Rush,” I took a steadying breath, letting his eyes fall over my bare body.

He stopped moving, and I was suddenly very aware that we were both completely naked. He raked his eyes over me, pushing me back over his bed. “You’re…
perfect
.”

“
I’m not perfect,
” I felt him relax as my shaking hands slid over his shoulders.

“
You’re perfect for me.
”

His hands e
xplored before his mouth, and I moaned, unable to keep my voice inside my throat as he turned my body to molten wanting. The pain he caused me was brief, bearable, and forgotten as I climbed into a world I never knew existed.

“
Is this okay? Am I hurting you? Should I stop?
”

“No!
No don’t,
” I exhaled, my mouth on his shoulder. I scraped my teeth against his skin.