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I scoff incredulously. “Are you kidding me right now? That's why you're upset?”
Logan’s jaw tightens at the corners. “Yes.”
Smacking my lips, I set the wine down before unwrapping the towel from my hair. It tumbles over my shoulders in heavy, damp waves, and I glare at him as I yank the hoodie over my head.
His lips part, a soft breath leaving his lungs as I crawl back onto the bed completely naked and grab my food. “There. This what you wanted?”
He swallows hard, a dazed glint in his eyes when they briefly glance between my legs. “I, uh… Let me get you a shirt.”
“Why? I'm totally comfortable like this.”
I'm totally not. My long hair brushes against my nipples, and the air on my still sensitive pussy only makes me hornier. Plus he keeps looking at it. The urge to clench my thighs for some friction comes on strong, but I resist.
“Salem,” he says in a strangled voice, trying to keep his focus on everything but my naked body. “I actually wanted to talk, but it's hard to think when you look like that.”
Raising a brow, I slowly slurp a noodle into my mouth. “Like what?”
Now it's his turn to glare. “You know damn well what.”
I don't miss the way he squirms, or how he keeps his food container securely on his lap to hide what must be a raging boner. The knowledge that I can still affect him like this does absolutely nothing to help with the slickness forming between my legs. Even when his reaction to me is still bashful and sweet.
“Fine.” I tug his blanket up to cover myself. “There. Talk.”
Logan takes a long drink of wine before speaking again. “How was your day?”
I freeze with a bite halfway to my mouth. “Seriously? How was my day?”
He tilts his head, genuinely confused. “I can't ask you how your day was anymore?”
Something twists inside my chest, and I toss the blanket—and my food—to the floor with a growl. “Sure, let's talk about my day, Logan. I've been horny. That's how it's been. Everyone around us gets to fuck like rabbits, but I don't get that luxury.”
He frowns at the mess of noodles on the carpet. “That’s going to stain. We won't get our deposit back.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Crawling over to him, I yank the container out of his grip, delighted to find the bulge in his crotch that he'd been trying to hide. “Looks like I'm not the only one.”
“Of course I'm horny, Salem,” he groans. “You're naked. I'm a man. It's science.”
Yeah, okay. With a snort, I climb into his lap. “Let's do something about it, then.”
His hands drop to my waist as he searches my expression cautiously. “A week ago, you wanted nothing to do with me.”
“A week ago, you hadn’t dropped forty bucks on my favorite takeout. Or gotten jealous over seeing me in another guy's clothes.”
His lips twitch, but he doesn’t smile. “It was actually closer to seventy with the wine, and this isn’t a joke to me.”
My heart lurches into my throat. “It’s not a joke to me either. I’m just… tired, Logan. Tired of always being angry and confused.” Cupping his cheeks, I lean in close and ghost my lips over his. “I just want to feel good for once. Can you make me feel good, baby?”
Whimpering, Logan presses his mouth to mine. His thumbs sweep over my hardened nipples and his hips arch, pressing his rigid length against my core.
“There's my good boy,” I whisper. His pupils dilate when I reach for my wine glass and take a large swig.
Pinching his jaw between my fingers, I lean forward to spit the drink into his open mouth before plunging my tongue between his lips. Logan groans deeply into the kiss as he squeezes my tits together.
“I need… Can I…” He dips his head toward my chest, sucking a nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, God,” I moan, grinding on his lap when he bites down just how I like it.
His fingertips drift south, along my stomach, over my belly button ring, then between my legs. A cry rolls out of me the moment he brushes a thumb over my sensitive clit.
