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I deserved that one. “Nope.” He sets the pizza and paper plates down, serving me up a huge slice. “I was just thinking you’re not so bad when you’re not growling at me.”
His lips curve up into a playful smile. “Growling?”
“Yeah! You do this thing when you’re mad, which seems like all the time. Like this…” I try to impersonate him, but it doesn’t match up.
“That’s not how I look or sound.”
“Yes, it is. Like roooar.” I laugh and deepen my voice. “I’m grouchy and angry all the time and—”
He’s suddenly not smiling along with me.
“Hey, it was just a joke. I mean, you are kinda—”
“Don’t look, but there’s a car parked outside on the other side of the street. I spotted it when I opened the door for the pizza—I said, don’t look,” he snaps when I start to move my head. “It’s one of Vincent’s men keeping an eye on us.”
“What do we do?”
“We pretend,” he says. “Put your pizza down and climb on my lap.”
“What!”
“Do it.”
I’m suddenly anxious, unsure of what to do. Kissing is one thing, but this is entering unchartered territory for me. I have no idea how to be smooth and seduce a man. My past relationships are a telltale sign I suck at it. “Logan, I’m not sure I can—”
“You can do it. Just climb onto my lap and straddle me.” How can he act so cool and collected when my heart is about to burst out of my chest? “Now, Addy.”
“Now. Okay.”
“Nice and slow.” Easy for him to say, stupid expert level lover. I inhale slowly and reach over to place my plate on the coffee table. I miss it by a mile, and it falls to the floor.
“Leave it.”
“But it’s gonna stain—”
“Addy.”
“Leaving it.” Crudsicle! I can do this. Visualize myself as a luscious vixen crawling on to my lover—fake lover. Because this is fake. Except for the hoodie. That’s real. And now mine.
Pulling back, I lift my leg over and settle on top of his lap, then stay still, waiting for my next instruction.
“Take my shirt off and run your hands up my chest. Slowly. Like you’re teasing me.”
My anxiety increases as my hands fall flat against his chest. Latching my fingers under his black t-shirt, I work my way up until I’m forcing him to lift his arms for me to tug his shirt over his head. God, he is beautiful. His chest is a solid mass, and his skin smooth and tanned by the sun. “Now what?” I ask, my voice shaky.
“Kiss me.”
My heart thunders inside my chest. I stare down at his lips, the plushness of them calling to me. The lines of real and fake are starting to blur. The ache to kiss him again is so strong, I give in to my need. With the slowness he demands, I lean forward and press my lips to his bare chest. I place soft kisses on his right and left pec, then work my way up his neck. He smells like cologne and all man.
The fact that we’re being watched is the farthest thing on my mind as I work my tongue up his neck, pressing kiss after gentle kiss to his chin, the side of his mouth—
Something snaps inside him, and I’m no longer in control. He grabs for my face, his lips crushing against mine and demanding access to my mouth. His hands grip my butt cheeks, pulling me closer, his strokes becoming more urgent. My palms work up his chest until they’re sliding into his thick hair, and I’m holding tight as he takes my breath away. A moan travels up my throat, and his grip becomes brutal, digging into my skin, thrusting me forward over him. His thickness rubs against my sex, and I gasp out another breathless moan.
My body reacts to his touch, his taste, the feel of his hardness teasing my sex. I lose myself in the fantasy and start moving my hips, working back and forth against him.
Logan hisses and works me faster. “Fuck, Addy,” he grunts, flipping us so my back hits the couch, and he’s on top of me. His lips slam over mine, and he devours my mouth. Panting, I reach for his neck and pull him closer, deepening our kiss. He’s just as crazed, sliding his hand down into my pajama pants.
“Oh, fu—” I moan loudly as a finger disappears inside me. My hips are out of control, lifting off the couch, riding his finger, needing more. He works me, in and out, until I can’t take anymore. My body becomes not my own as my vision goes black and every nerve-ending starts to spasm. My fingers scrape down his back as he pumps into me until my neck arches back and an orgasm explodes through me.
My back lands on the couch and our heavy breathing fills the silence. It takes the sound of a car starting and the revving of an engine as it speeds off to bring us back to reality.
