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What the hellwas she doing?
Gabby had been firm with herself ever since she moved to Haven Bay to be closer to her brother and his family. Under no circumstances was she to hook up with Logan Pride again. Yet here she was, her lips pressed to his, her legs wrapped around his hips. His hands curved around her ass and squeezed gently. His tongue plundered her mouth as skillfully as it had half a dozen times before.
No. Bad Gabby. Get off him.
Logan was her personal kryptonite. Over six feet of tousle-haired, blue-eyed, flirtatious goodness, who could make her come harder than any other man she’d been with. He was also, unfortunately, not in the market for a girlfriend. Never had been, and probably never would be. All he seemed to want was to screw as many people as possible in as many ways as possible, and she was a little ashamed of how many times she’d succumbed to him in the past. Especially when she knew how it ended: with him cooking her breakfast and sending her on her way, and her lying to Shane about where she’d spent the night.
She hooked her arms around his neck as he carried her through the “staff only” door and backed her against a wall, out of sight of prying eyes. Their mouths bumped, teeth clashed, and he pulled away.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his voice dark with passion.
She weighed her options in a millisecond. Say “yes” and protect her moral high ground, or say “no” and wallow in the way he made her feel desirable more than any other man ever had. Even though she knew she couldn’t have a future with Logan, he was a master at making her feel like the sexiest woman on the planet. Tonight, after yet another demoralizing date, she needed that.
She took a breath. “Don’t stop.”
He grinned, his baby blues twinkling. “I’m so glad you said that.” He loosened his hold on her and she slid down his body. “Come on. I can’t carry you up the stairs. I’m too old for that shit.”
She laughed. “Are you trying to get me to stroke your ego?”
“No.” He pouted, drawing another laugh from her. Logan may have his faults, but God, he wasfun.
“You’re only thirty-four,” she called after him as he went to lock the front door.
“In retired sportsman years, that’s ancient,” he said, hurrying back to join her as she climbed the stairs to his apartment above the pub.
“So it is.” She waited while he unlocked the door, then stripped off her dress, dropped it and her purse, and danced out of reach. “Come and get me, Granddad.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Oh, you’ll pay for that.”
She ran toward the bedroom, hearing his footsteps thudding behind her. Just as she reached the bed, he grabbed her waist and tackled her onto the mattress, landing on top of her and pinning her down. Her breath hitched, and she wriggled her butt, brushing against the hard imprint of his erection behind the fly of his jeans. He rocked into the cleft of her ass, creating delicious friction both where he touched her and where she was flattened against the bedspread, only the thin fabric of her panties between them.
His hands stroked down her sides, stoking the fire inside her hotter. She moaned and arched against him. His fingers feathered along her ribcage, and then, as she tried to twist around to kiss him, he tickled her underarms. She shrieked and pulled her arms against her sides. When that didn’t stop him, she tried to buck him off.
“Cut it out, you ass,” she hissed, rolling her hips, pivoting from side to side. He finally stopped the torture in favor of gripping her hips so she couldn’t dislodge him. She flopped against the mattress, panting, and turned her face enough to glare at him. “Not cool.”
He lowered himself along her body, his clothes scraping over her sensitized skin, until his mouth was beside her ear. “I told you you’d pay.”
So he had. And honestly, she kind of liked it. Not that she’d ever admit as much. His tickling had gotten her out of her head for a moment, and that was worth everything.
He peeled himself off her back and rolled her over, so they were face to face. She shot him the bird. His eyes darkened, and focused on her mouth. Her lips parted and he groaned. “You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, even when you’re flipping me off.”
She wet her lips, watching his pupils dilate. He yanked his t-shirt off over his head, exposing a gloriously tanned and muscled chest. Her gaze zipped to his ripped abdomen, where a golden happy trail delved beneath the waistband of his jeans.
“Take them off,” she said. “I need to see you.”
Despite all the dates she’d been on after moving to Haven Bay, she hadn’t been intimate with a man since Henry. There was something comforting about knowing that this was Logan and that even if he drove her crazy at times, he’d never hold back with her or let her believe she was anything other than a sex goddess.
“Like this?” he asked, one side of his mouth hitching up as he slowly dragged his zipper down.
“More.”
His grin widened. He shoved the denim down his hips to reveal a defined V and a dusting of hair above the part of him she knew could make her feel better than anything else. “Is this enough?”
“You know it’s not,” she complained. “Get it all off. I haven’t had a non-self-induced orgasm for months. Now’s not the time to tease.”
He paused. “Really?”
She fought the urge to tell him to hurry again. “Yes, really. Now please, take your jeans off. The underwear too.”
