Page 196 of Sin Bin

Her body started to tremble.

He leaned down and kissed the back of her neck, raising more goose bumps and weakening her knees until she was in danger of falling.

“I love you,” he whispered fervently against her bare skin. “I’ve loved you ever since I was ten years old. I’ve loved you for so long I can’t remember a time when I didn’t.”

Her heart soared at his words, tears flooding her eyes. “Logan—”

“As much as I appreciated Santino’s efforts to provide a nurturing environment for us, life at the group home didn’t become bearable until you showed up with your big beautiful eyes and your telescope, captivating me with all your talk about the constellations. None of that stuff ever seemed real to me until you came along and opened my eyes.” His voice thickened, reflecting the depth of his emotions. “I see the shadows in your eyes, the ones you try to hide. I know you’re just as hurt and broken as I am, and I know it was probably easier for you to forget me because I reminded you of a terrible period in your life. I totally get that. But here’s the thing, angel. I don’t see you as a painful reminder of my past. You were like a ray of sun in a raging storm. A bright spot in a sea of endless darkness. That’s what you’ve always represented to me. Light and hope. So, yeah, I need you desperately in my life, and I’m not above fighting dirty to keep you right by my side.”

“Oh my God,” Meadow whispered helplessly, closing her eyes as she choked on tears. “Logan…I love you so much. I think I always have. And I could never forget you. It wasn’t even possible.”

He went very still for a long moment, then she felt his lips curve against her skin. “Jupiter loves me,” he crooned in a triumphant singsong.

A teary laugh escaped her. “Don’t gloat. It’s unbecoming.”

He brushed his lips across her nape, an exquisitely tender kiss that wrapped tightly around her heart and left her trembling.

When she finally opened her eyes and turned around, Logan was whistling with satisfaction as he skated off the ice with his jersey slung over his shoulder and his padding tucked under his arm.

She choked out another laugh and wiped at her streaming eyes. He looked so sexy in his black hockey pants, the muscles in his broad back rippling tantalizingly.

As she watched him glide off the ice, her appreciation turned to disbelief. “Wait. Are you seriously gonna leave me stranded out here?”

Without answering, Logan disappeared inside an equipment closet and came back out with a rolled-up black mat. Resuming his whistling, he dramatically rolled out the runner on the ice. It was long, stopping halfway across the center line.

He picked up his padding, pointed to the mat and crooked his finger at her. “Come get me.”

It was a dare. A taunt. An invitation.

As a burst of excitement detonated inside her, he turned and clomped down the tunnel in his skates.

She went after him, striding down the carpet he’d literally rolled out for her. She pursued him down the tunnel, her heels tapping a staccato tune against the cement floor. He’d slowed his pace, allowing her to catch him just as he reached the locker room door.

“Hey, Brassard.”

He turned around, one brow cocked in wicked amusement.

She reached up on tiptoe, grabbed his face and kissed him with everything she had.

He let out a low groan, dropped his padding where they stood and kissed her back with the same fierce longing.

She quivered as he ran his fingers through her hair and down her back, cupping her ass and pulling her closer so that their lower bodies intimately meshed.

She moaned into his mouth, heat and need making her thighs clench together. He slowed the kiss down, his tongue touching hers so lightly that electric sparks shimmered through her blood.

Without breaking the kiss, he backed her slowly into the locker room. She barely registered the odor of male sweat and hockey equipment as he steered her across the room to a rectangular cubby where the rest of his gear was neatly stowed. Brassard was printed on a nameplate above the stall.

He made quick work of removing his hockey pants and jockstrap, his heavy cock swinging free and slapping his stomach. The man’s body was like perfectly honed steel, hard and chiseled everywhere.

Still wearing his long hockey socks and skates, he sat down on the bench and reached for her. She hiked up her skirt and pulled off her panties, not bothering to remove her heels before she straddled him.

Her hands were on his shoulders and his were clamped around her thighs as he lowered her onto his rock-hard cock. She gasped his name, her head thrown back and her fingers digging into his shoulders as he filled her to bursting. When her pussy clenched around him, he groaned deep in his throat.

The sound made her shiver above him, the muscles in her thighs trembling. He felt so good inside her. So thick and so hot she couldn’t see herself lasting very long.

As she began a slow ride, his hands tunneled into her hair and pulled her head down so he could crush his mouth to hers, stealing her breath with a blisteringly erotic kiss. She panted wildly as raw hunger stormed through her body and pounded between her legs.

His lips trailed feverish kisses from her mouth to her neck, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin. She gasped and worked her hips faster, her skirt sliding up around her waist as she grinded on his big cock.

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