Page 95 of Keeping Kasey
I always come to the same solution—a compromise between my self-preservation and desire for Logan.
I’ll wait until I have the list to tell him the truth.
Telling Logan about the comms program now means coming clean about the attack. The circumstances, paired with my lies about Brandon, will only make Logan suspicious. He could see the confession as a desperate attempt to save myself.
Even if he does claim to believe me, he won’t trust me.
Logan’s love for his family runs deeper than anything. If he thinks I’m a threat, his duty to them will always come first—even if it means turning on me.
But if I tell him the truthafterhe has the list of traitors, he’ll have no reason to doubt me.
Since I know exactly how the program works, it will only take a few hours to get the list. Logan will have everything he needs by tomorrow afternoon.
Then, I’ll tell him everything.
I know there’s a chance that Logan will never want to see me again—even once he has the names—and that scares me more than anything else.
So, the challenge is letting myself enjoy tonight without this secret ruining it.
Now that he’s here, I know it won’t be as difficult as I’d feared. It’s always been effortless to fall headfirst into the comfort Logan offers.
“Welcome home,” I say with a wide smile just before he dips down to kiss me.
Once he’s sufficiently stolen my breath, he pulls away and removes his jacket.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, taking a seat beside me on the bed.
I eye him. “Cheated out of a striptease.”
“You want to be teased?” he asks with a mischievous smile, lowering his lips to brush my throat. “Because I’d be happy to tease you until you’re the one kneeling.”
His lips trail kisses over every inch of my throat, and I lean my head back to give him better access, which he takes full advantage of. Logan climbs atop me, pushing me back onto the bed.
“And would that put me in a position of strength or weakness?” I whisper.
He pulls back to meet my gaze. The gleam in his green eyes is soreal, so genuine, I can barely stand taking it in.
“There is no position that could make you weak, beautiful. Especially with me. You could be on your knees, your back, orsix feet under, and you’d still be the strongest woman I have ever known.”
The words.
Their meaning.
The absolute conviction in his gaze.
My heart doesn’t race—itstops.
I’m forced to take in this moment in its purest, truest form, and with that comes the realization that I am in way over my head with this man.
And I never want to resurface.
I take his lips and all but fuse us together. This feeling—the overwhelming contentment mixed with a passionate flame that sears every inch of my skin—makes me wonder what the hell I’ve been doing with my life. What did I have before this? Before Logan came into my world and made me want, need, andfeelfor the first time.
He pisses me off. He makes me smile until my face hurts. He makes my body weak with desire. He makes me feel like I’m going insane. He makes me feel cherished and cared for.
He gives, and he takes. He is powerful and vulnerable.
He is everything that I didn’t know I was missing.
