Page 84 of Never Sleep with the Enemy

“Oh, god,” I gasp.

Logan looks up, his smirk glistening between my thighs. “What’s my name?” he teases.

I smile. “Logan.”

“Good kitty. Given credit where it’s due.”

His mouth seals over me again, and my back arches off the bed. The next flick of his tongue sends a violent tremor through my limbs, the pleasure growing tight and hot inside me.

“Yes,” I whisper, breathless. “Yes, Logan.”

He chuckles against my skin; the vibrations making me shudder. Another wave crashes over me, and he groans as if he’s drinking me down.

I can’t speak. I can barely think. My world has narrowed to this moment, this sensation, the unbearable, exquisite torment of his mouth on me. “Lo—” I try to say his name, but it dissolves into a whimper.

“Come for me, kitty,” he growls. “I want to taste you.”

That’s all it takes.

The tension inside me snaps, breaking me into a million pieces. If it weren’t for Logan’s strong hands pinning me down, I’d be writhing off the bed. My thighs tremble, my body shakes, the pleasure almost unbearable.

“Lo... gan...”

I squirm, helpless against the aftershocks, the relentless assault of his tongue as he coaxes every drop from me. My body is electric, too sensitive, too much—toogood.

Gasping, I thread my fingers through his hair and tug weakly. “Stop,” I beg, laughing. “Please, I can’t?—”

He finally pulls away, but only enough to kiss the inside of my thigh, his devious eyes flicking up at me as he licks the taste of me from his lips. “Fucking hell,” he says. “You are so beautiful when you come.”

I laugh. Dazed, boneless, still tingling in places I didn’t know could tingle. “You...” I try to form words, but my brain is mush. “Uh...”

Logan grins, crawling up my body, trailing slow kisses on me. “Yes?” he asks, his tongue flicking against my collarbone.

I wrap my arms around him, pulling him against me, buzzing from the afterglow. “You give... good tongue.”

He kisses me again, deep and thorough, like he’s memorizing the taste of me. “Thank you,” he says, hot against my lips.

I melt into him, my body aligning perfectly with his. Then, I feel the press of his cock, heavy against my still-throbbing core, and I pause.

“Katrina,” Logan whispers, his eyes closed. “We should get out of this bed.”

“Why?” I ask, tilting my hips ever so slightly, teasing.

His tip nudges against my clit, and his entire body tenses.

“Because if we don’t, I’ll never leave.”

My breath catches. My fingers tighten in his hair. He’s right here—rightthere—and I want him so badly it’s physically painful.

But—

“I don’t have protection,” I say, the words like ice water on my skin.

Logan goes still. Slowly, he takes a deep breath and pulls back, putting deliberate space between us. “Then wereallyneed to get off this bed,” he says, his voice strained.

I nod, my pulse hammering as I push up onto my elbows. Logan sits back on his knees, dragging my dress down my thighs before tucking himself away and pulling up his pants.

I swallow hard, my body still pulsing with lingering pleasure. But beneath the heat, something softer blooms.

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