Page 33 of A Reputation Dark & Deadly

"I think you like my smile," she murmured. Her heartbeat echoed in her ear and she wondered if he could hear.

His eyes were staring at her with an indescribable glimmer. It was intense and serious and deep and there was a hint of emotion behind it, a hint of something more than what he projected himself as publicly and more about the sort of person he really was.

"You think so?" he asked but his voice wasn't as biting or arrogant as it was. It was low and rough with a subtle hint of gentleness she had only heard when he had occupied her dorm room a couple of weeks ago. He leaned his head downward and she nodded in response because whatever she was going to say completely vanished.

Peyton didn't close her eyes until she felt their lips touching in the dim cell. It was a small space already and considering the bed and the toilet took up the majority of the room, there wasn't much space for them to stand so they stayed where they were.

The kiss was gentle at first, his lips soft and inviting. His hands went into her hair, running helps fingers through her long, tangled tresses. To be honest, Peyton was surprised because of how soft he was being. The last time they kissed, it was rough, passionate, and dominating. Now, it was slow and poignant and she could feel every little flutter of her heartbeat.

He reached his hand to her face, cupping her cheek in his hand. His long fingers extended so the tips of his fingers touched her hair just above her ear and his thumb extended so he could tilt her chin back and explore her mouth more thoroughly. She couldn't help but let out a groan as the kiss got deeper and he growled and responded with his grip on her face tightening and placing his left hand on the curve of her waist possessively. When he pulled her to him, she nearly lost her balance but he kept her steady. She felt his desire for her press into the inside of her thigh and she shuddered with both fear and anticipation.

It was a new catalog of feelings she had never experienced before - ones where she was both hesitant and yearning. It didn't make much sense to her but she didn't mind the confliction. Not now. Not when he was touching her like this and kissing her like this.

Her hands reached up and found his hair, running her fingers through the black locks, so soft despite the gel he must use to keep it slicked back all the time. His lips were warm and inviting, and once his tongue slithered into her mouth, it seemed as though he were attempting to carve out a place for himself there.

They kept kissing, even as Logan turned Peyton around so he could slam her back into the cell wall. The solid bricks were rough but she barely felt it. When they had to break for air, Peyton needed to stay connected to his skin in some way, so she continued to maintain her stance on her toes, and her mouth found his neck. He hissed in pleasure and while she began to kiss his skin thoroughly and possessively, she made it a point to refrain from leaving any telling marks on the bare flesh, especially marks people could see. It wouldn't take much to put two and two together to realize they probably came from her. She was his only TA after all, and Logan had a reputation to uphold.

The sounds he was making furthered her along. It was gruff and masculine, heavy breathing mixed with a low moan. His eyes were rolled back and his head was cocked to the side so she had better access to his throat. Only then did she realize how completely vulnerable he was. In this moment, she was in charge. No him. She had all the power. She had all the control.

It only lasted for a minute.

His fingers dropped from her face to coil around her neck, and even though he squeezed gently, she could feel the restraint in his hand, as though he wanted to show her who was really in charge without hurting her. It sent a thrill to her pelvis and she jolted at the surprising feeling. She let out a groan and he stiffened, surprised she reacted in such a way to his touch.

Logan reached for the back of Peyton's thighs and picked her up, making sure her back was still supported by the cold bricks behind her. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and she inhaled before meeting her lips with his. His grip on her tightened and he pressed against her core with his, causing her to gasp through their kiss. The rough brick against her back caused her slight discomfort, but in a way, she preferred the feeling because it rooted her to this moment and kept her from drifting away.

Logan broke the kiss and started trailing his lips downwards. The scratchy feeling of his stubble on her sensitive skin caused her to twist and turn against him, a feeling he seemed to encourage by the desperate turn his kisses took. He nipped and sucked at her skin, trailing down the long slope of her neck over her collarbone and to the hint of cleavage that poked out from her low-cut shirt. She gasped at the sensation and squeezed her legs tighter around Logan's waist. Logan growled and continued his pleasurable onslaught, sucking and licking flesh no one had ever touched before.

"Fucking delicious," he muttered to no one in particular.

She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the brick. He was making her feel things she had never felt before, things she wanted to feel more. She didn't want him to stop.

"Logan," she breathed out. "Please."

He froze. It seemed as though just hearing his name on her lips paired with please caused him to lose sense of who he was.

Before he could do anything, however, an awkward clearing of the throat could be heard outside of the cell and Peyton's eyes snapped open.

Shit.

Peyton avoided both Logan and Brandon's gazes as Logan released her back to the floor. She fixed her shirt and put her sweater back on, hoping the dim lighting in the cell would keep them from seeing the blush on her face. She had a lot to think about on the way home.