Page 167 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

“How do you know?”

“Because, kitty, you leave quite the impression.”

I lift my head and smile at him. He smiles back, his eyes drinking me in.

“I do, huh?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“What kind of impression are we talking about here?”

His hands slide down my sides and come to rest on my hips. “The kind that makes me consider stripping you naked and taking you right here on this couch—and risking the wrath of your brother for being tardy.”

I roll my eyes. “He’s such a tool now that he wears suits.”

Logan chuckles and pulls me close, his lips brushing my cheek. “We should go.”

I kiss the edge of his mouth. “I don’t know,” I whisper. “I kinda like the idea of you stripping me naked and?—”

“Don’t finish that sentence.”

I giggle. “—and making sweet love to me on this couch,” I say, pressing a kiss to his neck.

He inhales sharply; the heat rushing off him. “Goddamn, kitty,” he growls. “You make me a very weak man.”

“I don’t know.” I slide my hand down his chest, resting it on his groin. “Feels pretty strong to me.”

With a grunt, Logan moves fast, flipping me onto my back across the couch. He kisses me hard, swallowing my laughter as I cling to him.

“Whatever happened to my innocent little kitty?” he asks.

“Completely and utterly corrupted,” I reply.

He chuckles. “We have to go.”

I sigh, giving in. “Fine. But we’re picking this up later.”

“Guaranteed,” he whispers, his nose grazing mine.

One more kiss, and he’s off the couch before I can stop him.

He grabs two suitcases. “I’ll load these into the car,” he says.

“My weekender?” I ask, not seeing it in the pile.

“Oh—upstairs, on the bed. Meant to grab it.”

“I’ll get it,” I say, standing.

He heads toward the front door as I take the stairs two at a time. The loft is lit by the last light of day, golden and fading fast.

I cross to the bed—but my weekender bag isn’t there.

Instead, I spot a yellow sticky note.

FIND ME

“Logan?” I call, my brow furrowing even as a smile tugs at the corners of my mouth.

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