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Another tiny moan slips free.
“I don’t want you,” I repeat as he brings his signature smirk so close to my mouth that my breath becomes his.
“You don’t?” he breathes.
“No.”
“Then kiss me because you hate me. And because it’s what we both need.”
His lips brush mine, leaving them tingling.
“I don’t need you. I’ll never need you.”
He licks the seam of my mouth, making me shudder.
“Okay,” he whispers.
He moves away, leaving me cold. My cheeks flare with heat and my lips thrum with energy.
I blink as he holds my eyes, a million thoughts running through my mind over why I hate this man. Why I’ve hated him for years. I want to hit him. Pound his chest with my fists until he begs me to stop. Give myself what I so desperately need.
A release.
It’s overwhelming, the desire to affect him, to do something, to…
“You’re an asshole.”
My words are instantly buried, working their way down his throat as I grab his shirt with both hands and yank him toward me.
He comes without hesitation.
He curls one hand around the back of my neck and slides the other inside the thigh-high split of my dress.
“You know what kind of asshole I am?”
“I can think of a few kinds.”
I don’t stifle my gasp in time, and it breaks free as he runs his thumb beneath the garter belt, pulling it back, then letting it snap against my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“An asshole that’s thought about nothing other than touching you since the moment I saw you in this dress.” He grabs a handful of my thigh.
“So be the asshole that touches me,” I taunt.
Time pauses for one heartbeat.
And as it re-starts, we crash together spectacularly.
I gasp into Logan’s mouth as he kisses me back with the ferocity to match mine. Tongues, teeth, lips, all clash and take from the other. A never-ending duel with no clear winner. I bite his bottom lip and he repays me by sliding his hand to the front of my drenched silk panties and balling them inside his fist.
“Fuck, you’re soaking. Don’t lie and say it’s because you haven’t thought about this.”
“I haven’t.”
“Liar.”
“Fuck—”
He rips my panties, the delicate silk a weak opponent. Then he slips two fingers inside me without hesitation.
