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Which is exactly how I feel now as I walk up the stairs of my building, Kade following right behind me. I turn around and he stops in front of me, close enough to touch. I tilt my head to look up at him.

“Thank you for tonight, it was fun,” I say, and he stays quiet. The words feel minuscule to how important the night truly was. He stares at me, and it feels like his eyes are searching mine. For what, I’m not sure.

“I don’t know what to do,” I admit, wringing my hands together in front of my stomach awkwardly. The man who makes me feel an immense sense of comfort just by being here with me also makes me feel like I’m crawling out of my skin with nerves.

“What do you want me to do, Logan?” He moves closer to me, and my breaths come out a little quicker. It’s the question of the century, what do I want him to do?

Everything, and all of it to me.

I bite my lip between my teeth, chewing on it in the same nervous habit I’ve had for as long as I can remember. He lifts his thumb, dragging my bottom lip out of their hold, and rubs over where my teeth were just assaulting.

“Fuck, these lips.” He watches the movement while I watch him. “All of the things I want to do to them.” Everything in me is begging for him to follow through. Desperation for him clouds my every thought.

“These lips are part of my every fantasy.” His eyes, filled with desire, lock on mine. “How good they would look wrapped around my cock as I pumped into them like my life depended on it. Saliva dripping down as you choked on it.” He moves his hand to cradle my face, moving the other one to my lower back to yank me closer to him, forcing my body flush against his.

“I’ve jerked off to the fantasy too many fucking times. Those big green eyes of yours staring up at me, begging me to tell you how much of a good fucking girl you are as you swallow my cock whole. Fuck, baby girl, you’d be perfect.”

His words practically have me panting. My heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest, butterflies exploding in my lower stomach as a throbbing pulse pounds just a little lower. Areaction that only he’s ever been able to pull from me. A “yes” falls from my lips, my voice sultry, barely even sounding like my own.

“Fuck.” The words are barely spoken before his lips crash against my own. A small gasp falls from my lips, and he wastes no time intertwining his tongue with mine. He devours my mouth, exploring every inch of it. I’ve never been kissed like this before.

People say a good first kiss feels like an explosion of fireworks, but this feels like more. Like the fireworks exploded and now I’m standing in the aftermath, the embers falling around me, burning all over in the most delectable way.

It feels like no matter how close I get to him, I’m not close enough. Everything in me is desperate for more. His lips are soft, yet the kiss is anything but. Kade is a dominating force that my body can’t help but submit to.

His hands lower until they find their way to my ass, where he easily lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist of their own volition. He grinds his hips against me, allowing me to feel exactly how much I’m affecting him, and a whimper falls from my lips. I grind myself against him farther as he presses my back against the apartment door. Our movements are clumsy, both of us desperate for relief.

His lips are swollen and red by the time he pulls away, I’m sure mimicking what mine must look like. He leans his forehead against mine, heavy breaths filling the space between us.

“Fuck, baby girl. You’re testing my control,” he says, still so close to me I can feel the words leave his lips. “I need to leave before I say fuck it all and follow you inside.”

“You could.” I look up at him. “Follow me inside.” The words come out as a whisper, vulnerability shining through my tone.

“I want to, baby girl. So badly. But not like this. Not with my sister in the room next to yours, and not while you’re still questioning if this is real or not. Because it is real, Logan.”

“Okay.” I nod my head against his. He says the words and I find myself believing them.

“Okay,” he says, slowly sliding me down his body to set me on the ground. He presses his mouth to mine again, this time softer. His lips mold against my own for what feels like only seconds before he pulls away.

“Go inside, Logan.” He sounds tormented. Like if I don’t listen to him now, he’s not sure what he might do. With a final look, I leave him. I close the door to my apartment behind me and lock it before making my way to my room.

All the lights in the apartment are off and I peek my head into Demi’s room to find her asleep. I get ready for bed myself before crawling under the covers. I feel like I’m floating. I don’t know how, but I’ve somehow entered an alternate reality where a hot-as-sin man with a delectably dirty mouth wants me. I lived it, yet still, none of it feels real.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m looking to ground myself back down to reality or because tonight was the first time that I’ve talked about her in so long that it has me opening my night table drawer and reaching for Lennox’s journal. I suppose it could be a little bit of both as I turn the pages and open to entry number two.

FIFTEEN

ANGER

CHAPTER

SIXTEEN

Logan

“What the hell is going on with you and Doomsday’s brother?” Theo steps up to the counter next to me, where I’m on the computer filling out my final notes for the night. I’m at the end of a twelve-hour shift and do not have the energy to have this conversation right now. Although, I doubt that will stop Theo. I swear he’s like the energizer bunny, never getting tired.

“I don’t know,” I tell him, logging off the computer as I finish. It’s the best answer I have, considering I have absolutely no clue what the hell is going on with me and Kade. If he could figure it out, I’d love to be informed. One second, we are on a fake date to make his stalker ex jealous, and the next, he’s kissing the shit out of me and making my world explode right in front of my eyes.

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