Off Limits (Sparks in Texas Book 4) Read Online Free

grasped the hand still
hovering above her breast and pressed his palm against it. She
didn’t have a clue where she’d found the outright boldness, but
opportunities like this had been too few and far between. She
couldn’t run the risk of Logan finding another girlfriend and
moving her in for three long-ass years before she took her
shot.
    He squeezed her breast roughly. The touch
sent a jolt of electricity along her spine and straight to her
pussy.
    “Lacy,” he whispered, his hot breath sweet
from the soda he’d been drinking. “I—”
    The song ended and another couple jostled
against them as they left the dance floor. It forced them to break
apart before he could finish his statement.
    Rather than continue, he grasped her hand and
led her back to the table. Mercifully, Evan hadn’t returned. God
only knew what her brother would have done if he’d caught sight of
her and Logan fondling each other on the dance floor not three
minutes after he’d reminded them of the bro code.
    The waitress was at the table with their
bill. Logan handed her his credit card. She resumed her seat, her
legs still unsteady. It had only been a dance, but it had shaken
Lacy to the core. She’d had sex before and she’d certainly
experienced desire, but what she felt now seemed eons away from
mere want. She was ravenous, predatory. Her whole body ached with a
need so intense it took her breath away.
    She searched for something to say, but her
brain wouldn’t function. Words wouldn’t form.
    Evan returned before she could gather her
wits. “Hey, I gotta run. Eryn’s got a fever.”
    “Is she okay?” Lacy asked, concerned about
her adorable little niece.
    “She was tugging at her ears earlier, so
Annie thinks it’s probably an ear infection. We’re out of baby
Tylenol and Annie asked me to pick some up on my way home. I need
to get going. Do you mind driving Lacy home, Logan?”
    Logan shook his head, but it seemed pretty
clear that he wasn’t exactly pleased by the prospect. “Not at all.
I’ll take her. You need to get home to your baby.”
    Logan’s chilly expression went through her
like a bucket of cold water. While his body had responded to
her—and really, what guy’s body didn’t react when a woman threw
herself at him?—it was obvious he didn’t want to be alone with
her.
    Unfortunately, she was stuck without a car.
She’d ridden to the party with Amanda and Brandi, but had elected
to stay when Evan said he’d drop her off.
    “Great. I’ll catch you guys later,” Evan said
as he passed the waitress on her way back to the table.
    “I can call a cab,” she offered.
    “Don’t be silly.” Logan signed the credit
card slip, and then gestured toward the exit. “You ready?”
    She nodded, draping the sweater she’d brought
with her over her arm as they stood to leave. It was early spring
in Texas, which meant warm days and chilly nights. When Logan
placed his hand against her lower back lightly, she knew she
wouldn’t need the extra layer for warmth. He’d lit a fire inside of
her that was going to take a few rounds with her vibrator to
smother.
    He helped her into his truck, the door panel
plastered with the Grady Furniture logo, before circling to the
driver’s side.
    She hadn’t spoken a word to him since leaving
the dance floor. Lacy feared she’d open her mouth and beg him to
fuck her—right here, right now—in the parking lot of Cruisers. So
she kept her lips pressed shut. Clearly he wasn’t interested in
following through on what they’d begun on the dance floor.
    Logan fiddled with the radio as he turned
onto the highway and stopped when he found a country station.
    “Haven’t heard this one in ages,” he said as
Glen Campbell’s “Gentle on my Mind” played.
    She loved the song too and tried to
concentrate on the music, but all she could think about was Logan’s
hand on her ass, on her breast.
    He lived in a studio apartment above his shop
on Main Street, while she had a smaller