Page 68 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

Logan drops his kiss to my chin, then my neck. I breathe, trying to think, but at the moment, I’ve forgotten how.

“Kitty,” Logan whispers, his tongue flicking my right earlobe. “You taste so good.”

I quiver, his low growl making my knees do that crumbly thing again. “Uh-huh,” is all I manage before he kisses me, sucking the words right off my tongue.

I grip his jacket harder, pulling him even closer. He grabs my ass again in response, this time lifting me off the floor as he straightens to his full height. Another spinning rush overwhelms my senses as he turns and moves into the living room, easily carrying me across the room toward the couch.

I fall into it after he sets me down, pushed into submission by his hard kiss. He follows me, hiking up my skirt as his knee thrusts forcefully between my legs to spread them apart.

Words fail as I lie back, trapped under him, his form towering over me in the dark. Logan shucks off his jacket and tosses it to the floor. I can barely see the details, but I can see the way his shirt stretches as he leans over me, his muscles flexing as he holds himself up.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers.

Desire mixes with fear of the unknown. I must have read this same scene in a hundred different books, but there was always a disconnect, always the chance to close the book when it became too much. But here, now, I freeze, feeling the push of his erection against me, this time at the apex of my thighs. My body reacts to it, throbbing and pulsing with need, a wet spot forming in my underwear.

But my stomach squeezes with dread.

“Logan...” I whisper.

He kisses me, cutting off my words. “I want you,” he says. “I’ve always wanted you.”

He...what?

An ache of pleasure flows through me as his kiss comes to my neck again. I feel his palm cup my breasts, my nipple pebbling beneath it. He pinches it through my dress and I buck my hips in surprise, making him groan in pleasure.

“Yes,” he whispers, his tongue teasing my collarbone. “Tell me you want it.”

I tremble, still unable to speak, as my thoughts run wild.

What am I doing?

I shouldn’t be doing this.

Why did I invite him in again?

Unless this is what I wanted all along. Is that bad? Oh, fuck, that’s bad, isn’t it? Maybe not for any other man.

But this is...

“Logan—”I lurch again, his teeth biting my hard nipple through my dress.

He kisses the valley between my breasts and continues downward, sliding back on the couch as he pushes my dress further up my thighs. “Say it again,” he growls, his fingers curling around my underwear. “Say my name while my tongue is inside you.”

Oh, god.

I’m not ready.

I’m not ready.

I’m not?—

“Stop!”

I push up to sit, nearly kicking him by accident as I straighten my legs.

“Wait, please. Can...” I cover my face with my hands, my cheeks burning as red as a stoplight. “Can we slow down for a second?”

Logan backs off. He inches away, his weight shifting toward the other side of the couch. I shift back, giving him space as I push my dress back down to my knees.

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