Page 67 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

Logan chuckles. “Happy to hear it.”

“And I, uh...” I pause, thinking of the band meeting earlier today. “I’m actually glad we got a chance to talk here, because I wanted to say thank you. And that you were right.”

He blinks, intrigued. “About what?”

“That you and I shouldn’t do this.”

“Oh, I definitely never saidthat.”

“Well, I’m saying it now.” I look down. “We shouldn’t do this.”

Logan shifts a half-step back. “Oh,” he says, looking more disappointed than I expected.

“My band had an emergency meeting this morning, and?—”

“Ah.”His smile returns. “Big brother and friends don’t approve, huh?”

“Very much no.”

“Prissy chewed me out, too.”

“She did?”

“Only a little,” he says. “And only because it gave her more work to do. Girl despises phone calls.”

“Jordan got overwhelmed, too.” I sigh. “They all have their concerns and... honestly, so do I. I mean, we have this Battle of the Bands coming up. The last thing we should do is?—”

Logan juts forward and kisses me, his hands cupping my face. I stiffen in surprise one second, his lips grounding me the next. I can help but touch him back, my fingers curling around his jacket as he kisses me harder.

“Sorry,” he whispers as he catches his breath. “I figured if I didn’t do that now, I wouldn’t have another chance.”

I nod, seeing his point. I think.

What was I saying before?

He lays a kiss on my cheek and pulls away, but I keep my grip on his jacket. He notices, glancing down, his hand coming to drift along my fingers.

“Kitty,” he whispers. “I?—”

I pull him back to me, stealing another kiss.

Logan grabs me again, his arms curling around me, his hands gliding downward. They stop at the small of my back and a warm tickle invades my senses, making me roll my body against his. A breathy groan escapes his lips and I part mine as his tongue slips in to caress mine.

“Logan,” I whisper, heat radiating off my skin. “Do you want to come in?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he growls.

I push the door open, accidentally shoving it hard enough for it to slam into the small table in the entryway. It quivers against the wall, the flower vase on top almost toppling over from the impact. I’m too busy to care, Logan’s arms still locked around me as we stumble inside.

Once we’re through the doorway, Logan kicks the door closed behind us. His grip on my hips tightens and before I can even take a breath, I’m lifted into the air, the world spinning as Logan thrusts me hard against the back of the door.

A gasp is all I manage before his mouth crushes mine again, stealing my words and my breath. I nearly crumble beneath his touch, his bruising kiss. His hands drift down my body again, wrapping around my waist, drifting lower and lower until both palms settle on my ass. He gives it a firm squeeze, and I yelp in surprise, a sound quickly silenced by the feel of his body grinding against mine.

The outline of his erection pushes against my belly, and I nearly stop breathing.

Yeah, that’s new.

There’s a lot of new happening here.

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