Page 69 of The Lost and the Found

He nodded and I smiled, pulling his hand in mine. “Ready?” I asked. He didn’t come in wearing much. No jacket, no gloves. But he was warm. His hand felt nice against mine, and I didn’t want to let go.

“Yeah. Come on.”

I looked back at Dave and waved at him with a smile. He didn’t smile back, but he did nod in acknowledgement. That was something, I supposed, considering he had been quiet all night.

Logan tugged me outside and into his car, turning on the heat while I tried hard not to shiver like a chihuahua. I leaned back, loving the heat on my skin, and let out a sigh, turning to Logan.

He smiled at me. “Better?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Do you want to talk about what happened in there?” he asked quietly.

I shrugged. “You promised not to let Isabel touch you again. There’s nothing more that needs to be said about it.”

He smiled a little before turning serious. “I’m talking about your manager. The man is clearly in love with you.”

“Oh, that. Dave’s not in love with me.”

“Hayden, I’m not blind. I can see when another man wants what I have.You should know, I won’t let him have you.”

He sounded almost angry when he made that promise, and I didn’t know how I was supposed to react. I had never seen Logan mad, and that was probably because we hadn’t known each other long enough for it to happen.

But how would he react when he was really mad? And should I be scared? My gut told me Logan would never physically hurt me, but he might hurt me with his words.

I patted his bicep and waited until he turned to me. Under the streetlight, I could see that he was frowning, his muscles tensing under my touch.

“I don’t want Dave. I’ve never wanted him. He has been a really good friend to me since I started working here, but that’s all he will ever be. I want you.”

And wasn’t that the truth. I wanted him so bad I could hardly breathe, hardly think. I had been walking around in a foggy daze since our first meeting.

He cupped the back of my neck with one hand and pulled me forward, roughly taking my lips in his.

I didn’t think Logan had ever kissed me like that before. Like he had a point to prove. Like I was his and no one else’s and this kiss was a reminder of his possession of me.

I moaned when our tongues crashed against one another, and his hand around my neck tightened, almost to the point of pain. I grabbed his shirt to pull him closer to me, and still, that wasn’t close enough. I moaned into his mouth and let him devour me.

He bit my lip before soothing it with his tongue, and then pushing it back inside my mouth. I sucked and he groaned. I moved my hands down under his shirt, until I was touching his bare skin, and moved closer, exploring the tightness of his abs.

“Logan,” I said, when he pulled back slightly.

He kissed me again and I couldn’t think. I wanted him to take me right there in his car.

I wanted to feel his skin against mine, to feel him inside of me, more than I wanted to breathe. My desperation was so tangible I could feel it in every slight tremor of my body, every aching heartbeat, and every choked breath.

“Please,” I said, making a move to remove his shirt. The heat in this car would keep him warm. I would keep him warm.

He didn’t stop me. Instead, he helped me remove the damn thing and, without thinking, I climbed onto his lab, ignoring the way the steering wheel dug into my lower back. I ignored the fact that we were in public and that I probably didn’t want our first time to be in his car.

I didn’t care. I grinded my hip and felt him grow hard under me. The pressure felt so good against my aching sex that I did it again until we both let out a low groan.

Thank God his car windows were tinted.

I grabbed his shoulders, my nails biting into his skin, when he reached up and unzipped my coat. We struggled to pull it off until it was finally flung into the back seat and his hands were cupping my breasts.

My nipples hardened, and I knew he could feel it through my shirt.

“Logan, I want you so bad,” I said, leaning down and kissing his neck.

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