“It didn’t bother you at all, did it?”
“I loved it. I was disappointed when your marks faded from my skin.”
He lets out a low sound like a growl as he moves upward, brushing his nose up my torso like he’s an animal desperate for my scent.
His mouth crushes against mine as he kisses me, his lips claiming mine.
It’s a far stretch with his finger still pressed inside me, so I lean upward to give him a better angle because apparently I’d do anything to please him right now. Heat is surging through my body like a circuit, and as his tongue slides out over mine, I give up trying to fight it.
CHAPTER 20
CHASE
Every last shred of doubt leaves me as Logan pushes up into my kiss, responding like he’d just been patiently waiting for me to take control.
I’d been on such good behavior.
I showed up here today to be a photographer andonlya photographer, wearing my professional hat and very ready to keep my hands off of him.
But one word from him about it and all of my plans were obliterated.
There’s not much he can hide when his cock is on display and very hard for me. My body feels charged like a fucking battery, lying on top of Logan like I’m trying to touch every inch of him, and I’m one hundred percent sober.
I’m lit up byhim, by the way he hitches his breath every fucking time I push my finger deep into him or when I press my lips on his.
“I don’t want to be your friend,” I say against his lips, pulling up for just long enough to speak. Something inside me is too ravenous. “I want you like this.”
“Pretty fucking friendly when you make me feel this good,” Logan says.
I let out a frustrated groan, because of course that’s not the answer I wanted.
“Logan.”
“I’m listening,” he says, holding my gaze. “What do you mean, you don’t want to be my friend?”
I search my mind for the answer and it feels impossible to express.
“I want us to talk for real. I want to fuckingknowyou.”
His eyes glimmer. “You’re saying that while you’re inside me?”
I push my finger deeper into him, stroking him, and he moans beneath me.
“Yes. I’m saying it. Right now.”
“You know me,” he whispers.
My heart is like a drum. I feel feral, a little crazy, but at least I know I’m completely in control, with no poison in my blood this year.
I want him to say whatIfeel.
We’re not fucking friends, because we’ve been more than that since the day we met.
That’s what I want to hear.
But Logan’s life is a labyrinth compared to mine, and his mind and heart may as well be a fucking fortress. Every cell in my body still wants him like he’s the only intoxicant in the world that I give a damn about anymore.
I straighten my back, sitting up again so that I’m looking down at him from above.
