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“I’ll have to remember she has tricks,” I shook my head, still grinning. “The real question I have for you is, did you enjoy the game?” I raised a brow and waited, already knowing the answer. I could see she enjoyed the challenge, and before she started cheating, she had already gotten much better.

“Okay, I can admit it. Pool is fun. I wouldn’t mind playing again sometime.”

“Good.” I leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “Are you ready to go? It’s going to be a lot colder out there on the road than it was riding in.”

Bridgette carried her cue stick over to the rack on the wall and slid it into place. “Okay, but only if I can say goodbye to Charlene first.”

I snorted. “As if she’d let you leave without a goodbye.” If I had guessed correctly, Charlene would have already had her number ready to pass on to my girl. I grabbed her jacket and helped her into it, before pulling my own on. I waited for Bridgette to slip her purse over her head, then took her hand in mine. I was finding it quickly becoming one of my favorite things.

Chapter

Twelve

LOGAN

Icame to a stop in the alley and turned off the engine. We both sat for a few seconds as the echo of the motorcycle faded into nothingness. Nothing could be heard except our breathing and the faint tick of cooling metal. Finally, Bridgette broke the silence as she slid from the back of the bike.

“Thank you so much. I hadn’t expected to have so much fun.” She fumbled with the helmet I had just bought her yesterday.

“Here, let me,” I said as I swung my leg over and turned to her, reaching for the release button under her chin. I set the helmet on the seat, then took off my own before hanging it on the handlebars. “Are you cold?” I asked even as I reached for her hands and rubbed them between my gloved ones. “I forgot to tell you to bring gloves. I’m sorry.”

“I’m okay. It was just a little chilly.” Bridgette tipped her head back to look at me. I wanted nothing more in that second than to taste her lips, to kiss her until we were both breathless. I cleared my throat in an effort to rein in the strong impulse to do just that. I promised myself that I wouldn’t push her. I knew I hadto take our relationship slowly, even though the pull to her was overwhelming. “I really did enjoy our night,” she whispered.

“So did I. Thank you for saying yes.” I let go of her hands. The step back I took was nearly impossible. I wasn’t sure if the brief flash of hurt I saw was real or imagined. Bridgette looked down and opened her purse, fishing out her keyring.

“Okay, I’m going to…” She pointed her thumb over her shoulder towards the door. She turned away without finishing her statement, and my gut ached with the loss. I didn’t know how I would be able to handle walking away from her. I always considered myself a man with strong self-discipline, but I was rapidly losing the fight. I stood there with my fists clenched tightly at my sides.

I watched as Bridgette unlocked the door, then dropped the key back into her purse. She twisted the knob and pushed it open. “Okay, well, have a good night, Logan,” she said softly. “Drive safe.”

Before walking through the doorway, Bridgette turned back to look at me one last time. There was no mistaking the hurt when I took in her beautiful face, though she was doing her best to hide it with a smile. As soon as she started to turn to head inside, her smile fell, and it was the last straw. Every last bit of self-control and promise to take our relationship slowly vanished in a heartbeat.

“Fuck it.” I took two long steps until I reached her and called her name. “Bridgette.”

She turned back to me, her eyes lighting up with hope. Without another word, I cupped her face in my gloved hands and kissed her with every bit of longing I had for her. When she let out a small gasp, I took advantage of her parted lips. I swept inside, tasting her flavor, licking along her tongue. Her moan of pleasure had my already rock hard cock ache with need for my little witch, my mate.

In one swift movement, I reached down and gripped her ass, lifting her against me. Without instruction, Bridgette wrapped her thighs around my hips while tangling her fingers in my hair. In an instant, she was the one doing the devouring. I let her get her fill of our kiss as I walked us inside the dark entryway and kicked the door shut behind us. I paused to fumble with the lock, ensuring the door was secured before tearing my mouth from hers to look around. As I searched for the stairs that would lead to her loft apartment, Bridgette’s mouth began to wander, sliding along my chin and down to my neck.

Once I located the stairs, I took them two at a time, letting my own moan loose as the movement caused her to grind against my cock. “Fuck. You’re killing me here, sweetheart. Where’s your room?” All I could think about was getting her on a flat surface. Any surface would do, and one day I would take advantage of all the flat spaces in both her apartment and mine, but I wasn’t going to fuck her for the first time on the floor.

Bridgette waved a hand in the general direction of where I spotted an open door. I strode that way, and through the haze of lust, I located her bed, vaguely taking in the deep purple comforter and sapphire blue pillows. I laid her down, then quickly tugged off my gloves, discarding them somewhere on the floor. I crawled over her body as her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths.

I placed my hands next to her head and held myself there, not touching her anywhere but where our legs were joined. “Bridgette, I need you to listen to me, little witch. Are you with me?” Her breathless, “Uh huh,” as she looked up at me with her pale green eyes had me grinding my cock into her soft belly.

“I need to know that you want this as much as I do. I want to give you time if you need it.”

She swallowed hard and gave a jerky nod as she blinked up at me. “I do.”

I stared intently at her, letting her see my seriousness. “Be sure, little witch. Once I slide inside you, there will never be any going back. You’ll be mine forever.” The sly little smile she gave me had me pausing as I waited for her answer.

“No, Logan Storm, you’ll bemine. I was an only child. I keep what’s mine, and I never learned to share.”

I couldn’t hold in my breathless chuckle. “It’s a good thing we’re on the same page, then. Now,” I leaned up and scanned her from head to toe. “Help me get your sexy as fuck clothes off.”

We both slid off the bed, already shimmying out of our jackets, tossing them onto the floor in a discarded heap of matching black leather. After taking far too long to get our boots off, we tore off our socks, then reached for the buttons on our jeans. She watched me with hooded eyes as I left my jeans undone and instead reached behind my head for the neck of my shirt. As I started to pull, her hands stilled.

“Uh uh, little witch. You stop, I stop. Get those pants off. But leave your panties on. I want the pleasure of stripping them off you myself.”

She flushed scarlet, but did as I said, sliding the denim down her shapely thighs until they pooled around her ankles. I waited for her to kick them off, but she tsked me.

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