Logan’s POV She swallows, but no words come out. God, the war in her eyes—rage and desire, shame and need—makes my cock twitch.“Yeah,” I murmur, lips grazing her ear, “that’s what I thought.”Her hands come up, pushing at my chest, but it’s weak, trembling. She’s not trying to get me off—she’s testing if I’ll push back harder. And I fucking will.I capture her mouth with mine, hard and hungry, tasting her sharp breath, her wine-tinged lips. She stiffens for a heartbeat, then melts against me with a soft, helpless sound that shoots straight to my dick.I groan into her mouth, sliding a hand around her waist, yanking her flush against me. She gasps, lips parting, and I take advantage—tongue sliding in, teasing, claiming.Her nails dig into my shirt, not pulling away, but anchoring herself. Christ, she tastes like forbidden fruit, like
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