Page 66 of Defensive Desire

Logan glances sideways. “Still want to be in control?”

I arch a brow, pulse still racing. Only now, for very different reasons than before.

“Oh, I absolutely do.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I sit up straighter, sliding one hand onto his thigh. “You wanna play games while we’re driving?”

“Only if I win.”

“Oh, I think you'll win alright.”

I trail my fingers up his leg, teasing the button of his jeans, and that smug grin finally falters.

“Emma…”

“Yes?”

“If you’re doing what I think you’re doing—”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have started it,control freak.” I slip my fingers under the waistband and feel the sharp inhale he takes as my hand brushes against hard, hot skin.

His breath hitches, knuckles whitening on the wheel. “You’re evil.”

I smile sweetly. “You love it.”

I lean down, lips brushing the fly of his jeans. I release a seductive moan that makes him growl, low and primal in his throat.

The rumble of the engine beneath us seems to vibrate through my bones as I tease him, feeling powerful in a way that only comes from making a man like Logan lose his carefully maintained control.

His thighs tense beneath my touch, and I can't help but smile against the rough denim, knowing exactly what I'm doing to him.

The engine hums beneath us, tires gripping the curve of the mountain road as I trail my fingers over the thick ridge beneath his jeans.

Logan swears under his breath.

“Emma…”

His voice is rough. Warning and want, all tangled up in that low, lethal growl I crave.

But I don’t stop.

Ican’t.

Not when he’s sitting here like a damn fantasy plucked from a shelf in my bookshop. One hand clenched on the wheel, jaw flexing, chest rising in shallow breaths.

The tension rolling off him is almost as thick as the bulge I’m palming with slow, deliberate pressure.

His cock is hard. Heavy. Straining beneath the denim.

“You okay, babe?” I tease, my fingers already working the button of his jeans. “You look a little… distracted.”

“Stop teasing, Coffee Witch.”

I smile wickedly. “Worth it?”

He hisses out a breath as I ease the zipper down, freeing him from the confines of his jeans. His cock springs free, already thick, flushed and leaking at the tip.

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