Page 30 of Rebel

“Fear was their entire plan,” he offered plainly.

“I wish that was it.” I shook my head as I thought about everything that came after they smashed their way into the building. “They came upstairs but they bypassed the studio andproduction booth, and went straight to my office, which they trashed.” My pacing slowed just long enough to finish my wine.

Logan stared at me for a long time without saying a word. He was probably thinking about the quickest way to get the hell away from the crazy woman without seeming rude. “They’re looking for something.”

“Maybe,” I conceded. “But again,” I said a little louder and pointed at myself. “I’m not a journalist, and I already posted the video, so what else would they think I have?” Logan looked down at his phone, thumbs flying across the keyboard.

“What are you doing?”

“Sending Slate a message,” he answered before our gazes connected. “He’s our Tech Captain and resident hacker, and if there’s anything we need to know, he can find it.”

“That’s cool, but how can he find what they’re looking for when I don’t even know?” The video was already posted and didn’t seem to gather much traction, and that was all I had. “Even if I was a journalist, I’d keep that information on a flash drive or a cloud server, not in a file cabinet like it’s nineteen fucking eighty-five!” I was frustrated and scared and angry.

“Nikki.” His tone was forceful even though his volume was low.

“Yeah?”

Logan stood and sighed. “It’s okay to be scared. And frustrated. And pissed off.” One side of his mouth kicked up in amusement.

“I know, but this doesn’t make sense. If the only goal was to scare me, mission accomplished.”

His big body got bigger as he came towards me, one step at a time. And then he was there, right in front of me, blocking out the golden glow of the porch light. “Come here.” He motioned me closer, and I went easily, sighing when he wrapped those strong arms around me. “It’s okay to be scared but I’ve got your back.” He kissed the top of my head, an absent gesture of comfort that sent a rush of warmth through my body.

I pulled back and looked up, curious about what he was thinking and what I saw was heat. Even in the dim light I saw the way his gaze darkened, and desire took over. “Logan.”

“Nikki,” he moaned a heartbeat before his mouth crashed down on mine. His kiss was all-consuming and within seconds my fears and worries melted away. He kissed like it was his damn job, sending tingles down my spine just as lava settled between my thighs. His tongue swept across my lips, so tantalizing that my breath hitched, and he slipped between my lips, devoured every inch of my mouth until I trembled in his arms.

My legs trembled and I moaned into his mouth, gripping the fabric of his t-shirt in my fists. “Logan.” I whispered against his mouth.

“Tell me what you want Nikki.”

That was easy. “You. Come on.” My hands slid down his chest until I reached his waistband and tugged him close. I clasped my hand with his and dragged him up the stairs and into the house, going up another set of stairs until we stood at my bedroom door.

“You sure about this?”

Mostly. “Yes.” My body was in charge right now and Logan was what she wanted. “Are you?”

He nodded. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I left your bed six years ago.”

“Then let’s go.” I pushed open the door and waited for Logan to make up his mind. My shoulders relaxed when he took a step forward and then another and another before he turned to me.

“You got me into your lair. Now what?”

I smiled and closed the door, twisting the lock just in case Livvy forgot to knock. “Now, we enjoy each other.” Feeling bold, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head, tossing it aside.

His nostrils flared. “Fucking gorgeous.”

Shivers made my whole body tremble. “Your turn.”

His smile came slow, but it was scorching hot as he removed his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans. “Next?”

I sucked in a deep breath and then shucked my jeans and socks, leaving me in nothing but a ridiculously small pair of red panties. “You can handle these, can’t you?”

Logan walked to me and lifted me in the air before tossing me onto my bed. His gaze was red hot as it raked over my body, taking in every detail, every change since he’d last seen me naked. “You’re even hotter than I remember.”

“You don’t have to say that,” I insisted because I knew what I looked like. My stomach would never be flat again. My thighs weren’t as firm as they used to be either.

“Of course I don’t have to,” he growled and grabbed one ankle, resting it on his shoulder before doing the same with the other. His lips brushed my ankle, and I shivered. “Your body was bangin’ before, but now, it’s softer. Sexier.”

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