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A muffled sob escapes her throat. “No.”
“Yes… Fuck. Yes.” I relish the way her body shivers against mine. “You make my blood boil. You… Fuck, you thinkI’minfuriating? You’re making me lose my goddamn mind,” I growl. “Tell me you don’t want him. Tell me you want me. Admit it. For once, just fucking admit it.”
She pants, her body continuing to tremble where it’s trapped between me and the wall. Her clothes are soaking up the rainwater from mine, making us stick together. Between that and my arms either side of her, she’s sealed in with no escape.
“Did he kiss you goodnight?” Before she can answer, I tilt my head, catching her cheek with my lips. “Here?” I drop to her neck, and she draws in a breath. “Here?” I plant another kiss against her hot skin. “Or here?” I drop to her shoulder. “Or maybe here?” I kiss the dip between her collar bones. “Tell me where he fucking kissed you, Mads, because I’m going to erase every single one until you only feel my lips on you.”
“He didn’t,” she utters, her words dying as I lift my face back to hers.
“Did you want him to?”
She presses her lips together.
“Did you want him to?” I snap.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Logan—”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Because he’s not you,” she chokes. “He’s not you.”
The breath leaves my lungs as she’s finally honest with me. I crash my lips over hers, stealing the air from her lungs to feed mine. I kiss her hard. Harder than I ever have before, like I need to climb inside her and mark her with my tongue from the inside out to prove my point.
She is mine.
“Say it again.” I palm her tits roughly through the damp material. Maddy’s mouth drops open, and she murmurs something that sends even more blood racing to my throbbing dick. “Louder.”
“He’s not you,” she whispers.
I pinch her nipples before pushing her top up and dropping my head to suck one.
“Louder.”
“He’s not you,” she says again, her voice pitching as I graze her with my teeth.
“Fucking louder!”
“He’s not you,” she cries as I suck hard.
“No, he’s fucking not.” I move to suck the other side, groaning deeply as she sinks her hands into my hair and tugs.
She grabs the shoulders of my soaking jacket and pushes it down my arms. I straighten and rip it off, throwing it to the floor. I dive in to kiss her lips, groaning into her mouth as I pull my wet shirt from my pants, and she rips my belt free from the buckle.
“He’s not you,” she repeats as I tear my shirt off and then rid myself of the rest of my clothes, my lips diving back onto hers every available second.
I peel her wet tank up over her head and throw it onto the floor.
“He’s not you,” she moans as I push my hand down the front of her shorts and inside her panties.
A deep groan vibrates in my chest as I’m met with wetness, welcoming me like it’s been screaming out to be spread over my fingers.
“That’s right.” I force her shorts and panties over her hips and hold her waist as they fall to the ground. Then I lift her, not even waiting until her legs are around my waist before I’m burying myself deep inside her, pushing her back against the wall with force. “He isn’t fucking me,” I growl as my balls meet her body.
She drops her head back, a satisfied moan breaking free of her lips as I pull back and then thrust inside her again.
