Page 163 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

“Your last song,” I say, my toes curling just thinking about it.

He smirks. “What about it?”

“You told me it wasn’t for the Battle of the Bands. That it was for you.”

“It was. But then…” He pulls me in, kissing my bare shoulder with devastating tenderness. “I hurt you,” he says. “I got you back, but it wasn’t enough. I had toshowyou how much I adore you. Figured... might as well tell the world while I was at it.”

I blush in his embrace. “See?” I tease.“Cheater.”

Logan growls softly and grips my waist, pushing me back against the slick wall.

“I think...” His eyes darken, “someone’s just a sore loser.”

“Not at all,” I say, my voice hitching as I feel his cock pressing hard against me. “In fact, I don’t think I lost anything at all. Do you?”

He studies me, then smiles. “No,” he says. “You didn’t.”

He kisses me, full of promise and fire. Our bodies rock together, friction causing sparks.

“How doyoufeel?” he says. “Waking up naked next to the lead singer of the best band in the nation?”

I snort. “Meh.”

“Meh?”

“Well, my band lost, so… my ego is very,verybruised.”

“Is that right?” He takes my lips, bruising them, too. “Let’s see what we can do about that...”

Logan drops to his knees.

I laugh in surprise as he lifts one of my legs, propping it over his shoulder, forcing me into alignment with his mouth.

I gasp, then moan, as his tongue meets my flesh. I grab the shower bar behind me, struggling to stay upright as he devours me. No hesitation, no mercy.

Every breath, every heartbeat pushes me further toward the edge. I grip Logan’s hair with one hand, holding him in place, moaning for him to suck me harder, lick me faster, kiss me deeper.

My body bucks as I pant his name. “Lo—gan?—”

He doesn’t stop. Not when I come. Not when I shudder and shake. Not when my hand knots in his hair and I beg him, gasping, to go deeper, faster, harder.

I lose track of the water, the steam, the air. All I know is the sensation—the storm he creates, the way he wrecks me. Again and again.

That’s how it feels to love Logan Shock. To be loved by him in return.

It’s not like the books. Not like the movies. It’s not soft or safe or sweet.

It’s a beautiful corruption. A rebellion.

And Ilikeit.

“Good kitty,” he says, licking the sweetness off my thighs.

He kisses up my body, slowly rising to his feet. He bites and sucks at my nipples, his hands groping and greedy, and I tremble against him, wanting more. Wantingeverything.

“Logan,” I whisper, pulling him in for a kiss that tastes as wonderful as it does sinful. “Take me.”

His hand glides down my side, hooking under my thigh to raise it. He pins me to the wall with the solid heat of his body. “No condoms here,” he growls—a warning.

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