“Keep your voice down,” she teased, grinding against him. “Unless you want the pilot to know how filthy you are.”
He bit back a moan, teeth clenched.
The mirror fogged as their rhythm built. Maddison rode him like she owned the sky, silk clinging to her body, his hands desperate on her waist.
“No more pretending.” she whispered against his mouth.
His thrusts grew rougher, control slipping fast. “I’ve never pretended with you.”
When she came, she bit his neck to muffle the sound.
When he followed, he clung to her like a drowning man.
Chapter 25
Goodbyes Are Not His Thing
Logan didn’t knock. He never did. The door opened before he reached for it. Penny stood there in a tank top and cherry-print shorts, hair scraped into a messy bun, phone in hand. Her gaze skimmed over him, sharp and unreadable.
“Well, look who remembered I exist,” she said coolly.
Logan exhaled through his nose. “I’m not doing this.”
“You mean apologizing? Explaining?” She stepped aside anyway. “No surprise there.”
He walked past her like it hadn’t been two full days since he’d vanished. Since she’d stitched him up. Kissed him softly. Made him feel like something more than a weapon.
Penny followed him into the kitchen, arms crossed, bare feet tapping against the tile.
“Going somewhere?”
“Island job,” he muttered. “Probably guns. Maybe machetes. Something cute.”
She didn’t smile. “And what you need is to say goodbye with your dick?”
That made him stop. Really look at her. Jaw clenched, eyes restless.
“No.”
A beat.
“I needed to see you.”
Penny blinked. Her throat went tight.
Logan raked a hand through his hair, visibly uncomfortable. “I don’t know why I ignored you. I just… fuck. I’m not used to people. Or… whatever this is.”
“Honesty? Vulnerability? Affection?” she supplied.
“You’re making it worse.”
“You are worse.” She stepped closer, voice softening. “But I like you anyway.”
He flinched. Not at her words , at her care.
“Don’t,” he rasped.
Her brows knit. “Don’t what?”