Page 107 of That Last Secret

My sentence is cut off when Logan grips my waist and pulls me flush against him, crashing his lips to mine as he wastes no time.

He backs me into the door, and my body molds to his like we belong together. Fused so tightly it would take some powerful outside force to pull us apart.

He removes one hand from my waist and brings it to the side of my face, angling my head just right to deepen the kiss. I moan into his mouth, and I swear I feel his chest vibrate at the same time his tongue swipes across my bottom lip.

I open up for him, allowing his tongue to tangle with mine.

Kissing Logan Bennett feels euphoric, and I never want it to end.

To my dismay, he pulls away.

“I miss you too.” I laugh against his lips.

“You don’t listen very well, do you?” he says in a low, husky voice.

The tone sends shivers down my spine and right to the sensitive spot between my legs. I fight the urge to rub my legs together and cock my head to the side in confusion.

“I thought I told you I wanted you spread out on the kitchen counter for me?”

I absolutely remember the text he sent me earlier this afternoon, but he’s just too fun to tease.

I raise a brow as a smirk forms on my lips and playfully push him away from me. “Hmm, I don’t recall.”

I sidestep him and make my way to the kitchen, feeling Logan’s presence behind me. I stop and turn when I reach the counter, gripping the hem of my tank top to toss to the ground. “This counter? Oh, that’s right. You said this is what you wanted for dinner.”

His Adam’s apple bobs with a swallow as he nods.

I keep my eyes fixed on his as I hook a finger in the waistband of my shorts, letting them fall to my ankles with my panties. As soon as I kick them away, I lift myself up on the counter.

The cold granite against my skin is quickly replaced with warmth when Logan positions himself between my legs and wraps his arms around me to pull me into him.

He looks me deep in the eyes like he wants to say something but can’t find the words.

“I missed you, Logan.”

He presses his lips to mine again in response, silently saying it back to me. I don’t regret saying how I feel, but I’ve also learned that Logan has difficulty with feelings and words. The few times he’s spoken up about things, it felt like it took everything out of him.

I kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck and tangling my hands in his hair. I can already feel his growing erection between my legs, and it lights an even bigger fire inside of me.

His hand trails up my back until I feel his palm along the side of my neck, his thumb resting over my pounding pulse. Another moan escapes my lips and into his mouth. He eats every sound as if he’s starved for it.

He grinds into me the same way I do him, causing friction between my legs and an urge to take his cock out.

“Fuck, Em.” He breathes against my lips. “You’re driving me insane.”

“Me?” I scoff.

“Yes, you. You answer the door in those tempting shorts, wearing nothing but a tank top and expecting me to exchange pleasantries. When all I can think about is fucking you against this counter.”

My heart rate spikes at his admission, and I feel my breaths coming out quicker. As if he senses it, a smile crosses his lips, and his hands move to grip my thighs as he spreads them open wider before taking a step back.

I’m completely open and on display for him.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks.

I nod eagerly in response.

“I like hearing your words, Em. Tell me exactly what it was you wanted when you asked me to come over tonight.”

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