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“I’m not like any other punk ass bitch you’ve been with in your life, Ali. I did a shitty job dealing with this before but that’s done now. You are my woman, and I’ll never give you a reason to lose faith in me. Anything you ever need or want, I’ll move mountains to give it to you.”

Wow.

I honestly couldn’t tell you if I said the word or just thought it because he stuns me. He seems so sure of himself now, the hesitation that was always present between us before is long gone. My gaze drops down to his full lips, and I’m consumed with thoughts of kissing him because any other response would pale in comparison. His thoughts must mimic my own because he pulls me to him and claims my lips as the arm wrapped around my back tightens. I wrap my arms around his neck, threading my fingers through his dark hair, and he groans, his grip on the back of my neck tightening.

His kiss isn’t hard or demanding like the last time we were together but it’s just intense, hypnotizing me with its slow, seductive rhythm as one of his hands cradles the back of my head and the other massages my ass. His touch assaults me from all angles, a tingling sensation scattering across my skin and shooting between my legs. Grabbing his cut, I grind against him, letting out a quiet moan as I drive myself crazy.

“Come with me,” I whisper, climbing off him and grabbing his hand. He laces our fingers together as I lead him to my bedroom, and even that simple action makes my heart race.

When we get to my bedroom, I turn his back to the bed and shove him so he falls back onto the mattress. He arches a brow, a wide grin on his face as I reach around to my side and unzip my pants, sliding them down my legs. His gaze falls between my thighs, and he licks his lips, his cock twitching in his jeans. Slowly, in an effort to tease him, I reach down and guide my shirt up my belly, over my breasts, and finally pull it over my head.

Molten gray eyes trace a path up my body, taking their time to enjoy every inch of me, and I feel sexy and powerful standing before him like this. When his gaze meets mine, I smile and reach behind my back, unhooking my bra, and letting it fall down my arms. He licks his lips again, and I can clearly see his need. Sitting up on the bed, he rips his cut off, tossing it on the chair in the corner of the room before turning back to me and pulling his t-shirt over his head. He unbuckles his jeans and holds a hand out to me. I walk over to him and slip my hand into his, intertwining our fingers again as I climb on top of him and push his shoulders back down to the bed.

An easy smile curves his lips as he reaches up and wraps his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me down to him as he leans up to kiss me. I follow him down to the bed, releasing his hand to run my fingers over his inked skin. He shudders and wraps his arms around me before flipping me to my back and standing to shove his jeans off, his cock springing free.

He climbs back over me and grabs my hip as he takes my lips in a scorching kiss, his grip on me so determined. It reinforces his words from earlier. I’m his. I can’t doubt that when he’s holding me and kissing me like this. Reaching between us, he rubs circles over my clit with his thumb, and I buck underneath him, grabbing his shoulder as I moan. He flicks his tongue against my neck before sinking his teeth into my skin, and I moan again, desire pooling between my thighs.

“Logan,” I whisper, a desperate plea in my voice. Although, I’m not all that sure what, exactly, I’m begging for.

“God, I missed you, Baby,” he whispers in my ear, pulling his hand away, and rubbing his cock against my lace-covered pussy.

“Please,” I whine, and he pulls back, hooking his fingers in my panties before pulling them down my legs.

“Please, what? Tell me what you want, Alison.”

I reach out to grab his cock, and he slaps my hand away, shaking his head.

“Tell me what you want,” he repeats, and I moan, lifting my hips off the bed in an effort to get the friction I need.

“Sweet Ali, this problem of yours could be so easily solved if you’d just tell me what you want,” he teases, a smug grin on his face. Son of a bitch. He’s going to make me say it.

“I want your cock.”

His grin grows, and he leans over me again, positioning himself at my entrance. “You ask for anything and it’s yours,” he says, reminding me of his words earlier as he plunges into me and holds himself there.

I gasp, my body quickly adjusting to his size. He remains still, and I start to feel that desperate need again as I try to wiggle underneath him. Pinning me with his eyes, he slowly pulls out and sinks back into me with the same slow pace he kissed me with, and I can’t pull my gaze away as he does it again and again. I bite down on my lip, peeking up at him through hooded eyes as he keeps his pace, dragging his cock out of me deliberately before sinking back in at the same casual pace. Moaning, I slide my hands down his body, my nails digging into his skin as the desire simmering in my belly begins to build.

“You like that, Gorgeous?” he asks, and I nod. “Or maybe you would prefer if I flipped you on all fours and fucked you so good that you couldn’t stand for a couple hours?”

I moan, and my hips rise off the bed to meet his as he drives back into me while he chuckles.

“I think that was a yes. Was that a yes, Kitten?”

I shoot him a confused look. “Kitten?”

“Well, I was going to call you Ali-Cat but I figured you wouldn’t appreciate that.”

“Smart move,” I half moan as he plunges into me a little harder this time.

“Actually, I think Kitten is kind of perfect after today.”

How the hell is he holding a conversation with me right now? The man has nerves of fucking steel and the patience of a saint. It’s so hard to concentrate on what’s coming out of his mouth when I’m consumed by what he’s doing between my legs.

“Why’s that?”

“Because you’re all cute and sweet, and then all of a sudden the claws come out like they did today when I tried to get you to have lunch with me.”

“Clever,” I say through gritted teeth as he continues driving me out of my mind. Has he slowed down? I swear he’s thrusting slower than he was before. I claw at his back, desperate for more. He groans through his grin.