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Salem’s lips part like she wants to speak, those gray eyes I love so much shining, but nothing comes out.
Maybe that’s for the best.
We've both said everything there is to say, anyway.
The car is quiet again, just the rain and the music and our breaths fogging up the glass. Salem looks away first, wiping a stray tear from the corner of her eye as she sets Sitka on the ground. The thought of her crying over something I said twists my heart, but just as I open my mouth to apologize she launches over the center console and into my lap.
“What are you—”
Before I can even finish my sentence, she yanks my head back by my hair and crushes her lips to mine.
Chapter
Thirty-Three
Salem
I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.
My fingers tangle into Logan's hair, his mouth achingly familiar as his words bounce around in my head.
But if it makes you happy? Then yeah. I’ll let you go.
Never has a string of sentences hurt so damn much. And yet, they made me want this man more than I want my next breath.
A deep groan rattles his chest as our tongues tangle. His hands grip my waist and I grind along his hard cock, wet heat soaking into my underwear. The friction is absolutely delicious, rubbing me in all the right places. Logan’s movements meet mine, both of us rolling our hips to chase that high while I dominate his mouth.
“Salem,” he mumbles between kisses. “We can't—” Kiss. “Do this here.”
I yank away just as a car pulls into the parking space beside us. An angry-looking Stepford mom sits behind the wheel with two kids in the back. She pulls out her cell phone, scowling, and I leap into my own seat with a growl. “Goddammit.”
“Hang on.” Logan throws the car in reverse. “I have an idea.”
“Hurry.” The urgency in my tone has him muttering a curse as he swings into traffic, palming his dick. I lean back and unbutton my shorts to slide a hand inside.
“Jesus.” His gaze bounces from the road to where I'm touching myself in the passenger seat. Reaching over, he replaces my hand with his own while he steers with the other, and a breathy moan slips free when I widen my thighs for him. “Fuck, you're beautiful. I could listen to you make that sound all day.”
“Don't stop,” I command, needing to come before he gets us wherever we're going. We both whimper the moment he sinks a finger inside of me.
“God, you're dripping.”
I ride his palm, digging my nails into his forearm. A desperate gasp leaves my throat when he slips in another finger, causing the wheel to jerk sideways.
“Don't look at me,” I snap. “Watch the road.”
“I can't think straight.” He finger-fucks my pussy slowly, his hard-on testing the fabric of his pants. “I'm so turned on right now. I just wanna taste you.”
“Make me come and I’ll let you.”
Accepting the challenge, Logan ups his pace, slamming into me as much as my shorts will allow. The heel of his palm slaps my clit enough to drive me wild and my hips arch up to meet him thrust for thrust. Warmth pools in my core the moment he throws the car into park.
A loud cry bursts from my lungs when the orgasm hits. He stills his movements and lets me control it, knowing what I need. Maneuvering his hand, I clench around his fingers, writhing in my seat.
By the time it ends, sweat clings to my skin. I pull his fingers free and direct them to his mouth, throbbing at the loss. “Lick them clean.”
Logan sucks obediently, groaning like he’s tasting heaven.
I don't even know where we are, nor do I care as I peel off my clothes and climb into his lap. His cock is already out, precum leaking from the tip. He places his hands on my waist and tries to guide me down onto his length, but I pull back with a finger wag. “Ah, ah. Condom.”
