Page 39 of Catnip, Claws, and Chaos

Emily's lips part, and her eyes lock on mine with an intensity that tells me she wouldn't stop me if I kissed her right now. I breathe her in. That vanilla-scented shampoo drives me crazy. Everything about her drives me crazy.

She takes her lower lip between her teeth as I bring my face closer. Fuck, I love when she does that. My dick springs to attention, and I know one taste won't be enough.

Then it hits me.

Valerie in that hospital bed, face waxy and pale, machines beeping frantically. Doctors rushing in, pushing me away. “Sir, you need to let us work.”

With a sigh, I give up, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead instead. “Good night, Emily,” I murmur against her skin.

It takes every ounce of willpower I have to take my hands off her hips and turn toward my bedroom. But I can't cross that line, even if it means going to bed with blue balls.

I broke my rules once with Valerie, and I'm not making the same mistake twice.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Emily

Itouch my forehead. I can still feel the warmth of his lips against my skin. You know when your heart starts to beat so hard you could swear you're about to have a heart attack? That's what I'm feeling right now. I don't think I've ever felt anything like it before.

I've had enough emotion for one day. Maybe I am about to have a heart attack. Or maybe it's all Logan's fault. He's the one who makes my heart beat like this.

Standing in the kitchen, I trace my fingers along the cool marble countertop, trying to steady myself. Through the vast windows, the city is spread out below, a carpet of twinkling lights against the darkness. It's beautiful but intimidating, like Logan.

I go to my room, desperately trying to figure out what just happened. I mean, he just broke every rule in the book! Everyone knows the kissing distance rule. When two mouths are less than an inch and a half apart, there is inevitably a kiss. At least that's what always happens in the movies. But Logan didn't obey this rule. Instead, he chose to leave me like this. Horny as fuck!

Closing the bedroom door behind me, I lean against it and slide to the floor. What is it about this man that gets under my skin? I've never been the type to get all fluttery over a guy. Sure, I've had crushes, but nothing like this, this constant awareness, this physical pull. It's like my body knows something my brain hasn't figured out yet.

I knew that vibrator would come in handy sometime. Grabbing it, I let myself sink into the mattress, and my hand slides down over my stomach and under the elastic of my panties. Logan's hands are bigger. I touch my clit with one finger and give a small moan. Even Logan's fingers are big. I'm sure he could make me come in a second.

I continue to stroke myself as the image of the hot vet appears in my mind. If he were here right now, my fingers would be burying themselves in his thick, dark blond hair. I would lose myself in his big green eyes for a moment before bringing his face close to mine and claiming his lips in a passionate kiss.

Now he's teasing me with his tongue, licking my lower lip, then biting it. Only later, when I'm already panting, desperate for him, does he slide his tongue into my mouth, kissing me the way I'm quite sure only Logan Price can.

In my fantasy, his hands are gentle but commanding, exploring my body with a confidence that makes me shiver. He whispers in my ear, telling me exactly what he wants to do to me, what he wants me to do to him. His voice is rough with need, his words making me wetter still.

He's naked above me, and I'm naked below him. I don't know at what point we got undressed. In my fantasies, Logan rarely has clothes on. The head of his cock presses against my opening, and I cry out when he finally penetrates me. It feels so good, and I know I won't last long.

He pushes himself inside me. At first, he's gentle, but then he starts to go faster. I can see the change in his eyes. He wants me. He desires me. He craves me.

“Harder,” I whisper. “Give me more.”

He obeys and drives his cock deeper into me, harder. In and out. My eyes roll back, and I shout his name as my orgasm slams into me.

“Oh, Logan, yes! Yes, like that! Logan!”

“Emily?”

My eyes fly open. The vibrator's still pressed to my clit, and my body's shaking from the amazing orgasm I just had. I look around, momentarily disoriented. An instant later, reality hits me like a bucket of cold water.

Oh shit.

“Yes?” My voice is husky and trembly. There's a moment of silence before I hear Logan's voice again.

“Is everything all right in there?” His voice is hesitant. No doubt he's confused. I mean, I would be if I heard someone shouting my name like that.

My face burns with mortification. The walls in this apartment must be thinner than I thought. I can picture him standing outside my door, his ear pressed against the wood, his expression a mixture of shock and... what? Amusement? Disgust? Arousal?

“Um, of course!”

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