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My whole body tightens at his words.

I touch his leg with my foot and he lets out a low possessive growl. Heat swirls from my core and pulses between my thighs at his promise.

Our table suddenly feels electric. The air thickens with lust.

“Can I get you some dessert?” the waitress asks as she picks up our plates.

“No,” Logan says with his heated eyes locked on mine, his voice low and rough. “We’re going to have dessert at my place. Check, please.”

I swallow hard as she leaves me alone with this way-too-sexy alpha of a man.

A shiver rolls through my tingling body. I don’t know what that dessert he’s planning to eat at home is, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s me.

He pays quickly and then stands, offering his hand.

I could leave now. I could run and never look back.

But where’s the fun in that?

I take his big strong hand and stand up.

Outside, he pulls me tight against his side, his arm around my waist like he owns me already. Like he’s not letting me go. Like my chance to escape has come and gone. I’m his now.

We don’t speak. We don’t need to.

Our eyes say everything—hot, hungry, inevitable.

He opens the car door and I slide in with my heart pounding.

Because I know exactly where we’re going.

I know exactly what we’re about to do.

And I’ve never wanted anything more.

CHAPTER NINE

Amber

We don’t even make it two steps inside Logan’s penthouse suite before our mouths are back on each other, kissing hard as I get pushed up against the wall.

I moan on his tongue as I grip his big bicep, holding on for dear life.

His hands are everywhere like he can’t help himself—gripping my waist, sliding down to cup my ass, curling around the back of my neck like he owns me. I whimper into his mouth and he groans, deep and rough, sending a shiver all the way down to my toes.

He’s all heat and muscle and need. Every inch of him is hard—his chest, his arms, his firm thick cock pressing into my stomach like it’s desperately trying to find a way to get to me through all these layers of clothing.

I can’t get enough of any of it.

Of his hot mouth, of his powerful hands, of the sensual way he growls when I tug at his hair.

Of the way he kisses me like he’s been starving for this. Starving forme.

He’s so fucking hot.

I’ve never been kissed like this before. Never felt this level of passion. It’s like I’m a drug he’s been craving and he’s finally getting his first real hit.

When I roll my hips into him and feel just how hard he is, he breaks away with a curse under his breath.

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