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“This is just misplaced dislike. We don’t have to make it anything more. Itisn’tanything more.” My eyes scan over his face and the water droplets running along his strong jaw.
“Misplaced hate, you mean?” he murmurs.
I pause, waiting for him to do something. But he just stares at me, his brows drawn low like he’s battling with his conscience inside his head.
“I like my slippers.” I bat my eyelashes playfully.
A gleam enters his eyes. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I breathe.
With a skilled flex of the hand that’s holding my wrist, he pulls me to him, spinning us at the same time so my back is pinned against the tiles and my front is pressed up along the wet length of his body. The heat radiating from him is hotter than the shower water and I bite down a moan as he reaches up and strokes one of my breasts lightly.
“I like giving you things.” His voice is husky as he stares into my eyes.
“What else do you like?”
He smiles, flashing perfect white teeth.
“I like these.” He pinches my nipple, and I yelp. “And I like these.” He presses his lips to mine but doesn’t kiss me. “And I like the way you hold your breath when I do this.” He drags the back of his knuckles across my clit. “But mostly, I like what’s in here.” He places a hand over my heart, but being Logan, it involves him fondling my breast with a groan. “And in here.” He presses a kiss on my forehead.
I stiffen.
“Touch my breasts again,” I say, needing to diffuse the sudden display of tenderness threatening to creep in.
This is just misplaced dislike. Better than fighting. Marginally better. That’s all.
His familiar smirk touches his lips. “You like my hands on you here?” He places both hands on my breasts, rubbing them together and teasing my nipples, making me moan loudly. I don’t care how needy I sound. Not anymore. Because when he does that, there’s not much else better.
He bends, sucking a nipple between his lips and then circling it with his tongue.Okay, that’s better.
“We aren’t friends,” I murmur as his lips travel up and he kisses and sucks his way over my collarbone and to my ear.
“I don’t want to be your friend.” His breath is warm against my ear, then he spins me fast, pressing my front into the tiles so that I’m sandwiched between him and the wall.
“Good.”
He rubs the head of his weeping cock between my legs.
“I’d hate that.” My voice falters as he uses his cock to spread my lips and tease my entrance.
“As much as you hate me?”
He bends, hitching one of my legs up with his hand behind my knee. Then he thrusts up inside me with one confident stroke that makes me cry out. My cheek presses against the tiles as he flattens his chest to my back.
“More, I’d hate it more,” I say as he pulls back and pushes inside me again, sliding one hand between my body and the wall until he’s caressing my breast and rolling my nipple between his finger and thumb.
“How are you so wet? So fucking perfect,” he rasps as he increases his pace, nailing me into the wall.
“What is that? What are you—?” My eyes roll back in my head on a whimper as he angles his hips so he’s dragging over my G-spot with each thrust.
He slides his hand down until his fingers roll over my clit. He grunts when he feels how swollen I am and drops his lips to my shoulder, kissing my wet skin.
“We just fit, Mads. Your pussy loves my cock, even if you hate me.”
“Fuck off,” I murmur. But Logan’s chuckle makes me smile as I say it.
I arch my ass toward him, and he lowers my leg, stepping back and pulling me with him. Then he grasps my hip with one hand as he drives inside me with a grunt. His other hand stays between my legs, playing with my clit.
