Page 54 of Life After You

It’s not patient.

It’s desperation and heat and years of tension snapping all at once.

I fist the front of his shirt, dragging him closer, and God, he growls, low, rough, like the sound is being ripped from his chest.

His hands tighten on my waist, pulling me up against him, andfuck—he’s all hard muscle and heat, the sheer size of him overwhelming in the best way.

He bites my bottom lip, just enough to make me whimper as our kiss deepens, his tongue catching mine as our mouths wrestle. A part of me wants to submit.

Like he owns me.

I want him to.

I let him.

My fingers slide up, threading through his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. The sound shoots straight through me. Liquid fire pooling low in my stomach.

He presses closer, so close I can feel the erratic beat of his heart slamming against mine. I don’t even realize I’ve lifted a leg until his hand is there, fingers digging into my thigh, hitching me up against him, holding me right where he wants me.

Jesus fucking Christ.

The kiss turns deeper, rougher—his lips, his tongue, the sharp edge of his teeth wrecking me.

Heneedsthis.I need this.I can feel it in the way his hands grip my hips, the way his breath shudders when I drag my nails down his back.

Like he’s afraid I might disappear again.

Like he’s memorizing every inch of me before I slip away.

But I’m not slipping away.

Not now.

Not from him.

His mouth moves to my jaw, down my neck, sucking a bruising kiss just below my ear. My head tilts back against the door, a breathy moan slipping from my lips.

“Fuck,” he mutters, voice rough, ragged. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

I shiver.

His lips hover near my throat, his breath hot against my skin, “Tell me to stop.”

Should I, knowing that this can only end in heartbreak?

But instead, my fingers curl into his hair, pulling his mouth back to mine.

I kiss him deep, slow, dragging my tongue against his in a way that makes him curse into my mouth.

Then I whisper against his lips, “Don’t you dare stop.”

I didn’t know I was waiting for a song to change my life until his voice became the lyrics I couldn’t stop playing.

Logan grabs my hips, lifting me, and my legs wrap around his waist like it’s second nature. He groans when I rock against him, his body aligning with mine in a way that’s all too easy, too right.

Too dangerous.

“Fuck, baby.” He grits the words against my lips, his fingers flexing on my bare thighs. He’s holding back, but I don’t wanthim to. Not tonight. Not when everything between us is about to shift.

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