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Then it was quiet. No noise or chaos. And I hated it.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

IZZY

The last twenty-fourhours kind of sucked. I couldn't lie about that. I worked at the hospital yesterday after dropping the twins off at school. Then I was back at Logan’s by six, but he had to leave early because of a large house fire that needed more guys. So I literally only got to see him for a few minutes.

I glanced at the time on my phone, hoping he would be home soon. The girls were still sleeping. It was a Saturday, so no need to wake them, and I probably kept them up a little too late last night. But I'd texted Logan to make sure a movie and popcorn until eleven was fine.

The side door opened, and I immediately started moving toward him. He didn't miss a beat as he dropped his bag and his hands grasped my waist before he pulled me flush against his body. My core throbbed as his tongue thrust into my mouth, teasing, exploring. There was so much need in this kiss. So much desire. I'd never experienced anything like this before, and I wanted more. More of this. More of him.

He pulled back, his gaze so dark and needy, likely mirroring my own.

“Assuming girls are still sleeping?”

I nodded and he grabbed me by my ass and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he turned, pressing me back against the wall.

“Good.” His lips found mine again.

He rotated his hips, rubbing his hard cock along my clit. I broke the kiss and let my head fall back against the wall with a moan.

“Shh.” He moved again. “You need to be quiet, sweetheart.”

His lips brushed along the column of my throat where my pulse pounded hard. He continued to swivel his hips, grinding against me as he licked and sucked the sensitive skin of my neck.

“Logan.” I pressed my teeth into my bottom lip, attempting to quiet my moans. Jesus, I wasn't sure how much more I could take. The need to be with him was so overwhelming, I wasn't even sure I could form words.

“What is it you want?”

“You. I want you.”

He spun suddenly, still holding me to him, and took two steps before bracing me on the edge of the kitchen table. “Can you be quiet?”

Oh, fuck yes. I nodded and pressed my teeth harder into my lip. I wasn't sure what he had in mind. I doubted he planned to have me right here with his kids asleep upstairs. But his gaze was all sorts of serious, and I'd agree to just about anything if it meant I could feel him. His touch. His mouth. Any of him.

He glanced down at my sleep shorts and groaned. “Do these even cover your ass.”

I smirked. “Mostly.”

He slowly looked back up my body as his fingers danced along the hem of my shorts. I braced my hands behind me and leaned back, giving him more access.

“You like teasing me?” His thumb disappeared under the fabric of my shorts and pressed hard against my clit.

My hips bucked, and his grip tightened on my hip, holding me still.

“I like the way you look at me.”

“And how do I look at you?”

I stared at him, trying to find the right words to describe it. “Like you couldn't possibly go another minute without kissing me. Or touching me.”

“That is very accurate.” He smiled. “Even if you were wearing sweats that covered your gorgeous body, I'd still want to touch you. To feel your lips against mine.” He pushed the fabric of my panties to the side before running his thumb through my wetness. “Jesus. You're soaked, sweetheart. This all for me?”

I nodded, although he knew the answer to that. “I've never been so turned on in my life.”

His lips lifted into a cocky smirk.

“Logan, please.” My body was vibrating with need.

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