Blake replies in ten seconds:Obviously. Goodnight, idiot.
Jasmine reads the text over my shoulder and laughs. “Blake is my favorite person on your team.”
“Don't tell him that. His ego can't handle it.”
She stands up from my lap, takes my hand, and leads me to the bed. We undress each other slowly in the blue light from the window. Then we slide into bed.
I pull the covers over us, and she presses against me, her back to my chest, my arm across her waist. The city is quiet twenty-eight floors below.
“Logan?”
“Yeah?”
“Next time a woman touches you in a bar, I'm going to walk over and tell her to stop touching my boyfriend. I don't care who sees.”
“I'd like that.”
“Good. Consider yourself warned.”
I press my lips to the back of her neck. She arches against me. My hand on her waist slides to her bare stomach.
“Logan.”
“Hmm.”
“I don't want to sleep yet.”
She turns in my arms to face me. Her eyes are dark in the blue light from the window, and her lips are parted. I trace my thumb along her jaw and down the side of her neck.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known,” I say. “Not just how you look. The way you carry yourself. The way you fight for the people you love. The way you walked into my life again after I gave you every reason not to.”
She makes a sound as if she’s going to interrupt.
“Let me finish.” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “That woman at the bar tonight meant nothing. No woman has meant anything to me in ten years. You ruined me, Jasmine. You ruined me at sixteen, and I have been yours ever since.”
Her eyes are glistening. She pulls me down and kisses me. Her mouth is warm and soft. She curls her fingers into the hair at the back of my neck.
I roll her onto her back and settle over her. Her legs part to make room for me, and I press my weight against her.
I kiss the hollow of her throat, then trace my mouth across her collarbone, tasting the salt on her skin. Her chest rises under my lips. I slide lower and press a kiss between her breasts.
“I want every part of you, Jasmine. Not just tonight. Every night.”
“You have me.”
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Logan
I unclasp Jasmine’s bra and lower my mouth to her nipple. She gasps, and her hand grips my shoulder. I take my time with her, using my tongue in slow circles, sucking gently until her back arches off the mattress. Her hips roll against me, and her fingers dig into my hair.
“You are so responsive,” I say, switching to the other side. “You always were. I used to replay the sounds you made in my head for days after.”
“Don't stop talking.”
“I'm not planning to.”
I kiss down her stomach. My lips trace the curve of her waist, the soft skin below her navel. I hook my fingers into her underwear and pull them down her legs. She lifts her hips, and I slide them off and drop them on the floor.
