Page 109 of Sin Bin

Logan snorted. “Hate to break it to you, angel, but that train left the station the night we kissed under that tree. Since then we haven’t been able to keep our hands or mouths off each other. At the rate we’re going, it’s only a matter of time before we make love. And I can’t pretend that I’m not looking forward to it. In fact,” he added, his voice deepening, “it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that I’ve never anticipated anything more in my life.”

Her body heated at his words. She didn’t want to admit even to herself that she felt the same way.

“Sex doesn’t have to be a foregone conclusion,” she told him. “Yes, we’re incredibly attracted to each other, but we don’t have to keep acting on that attraction. We can both endeavor to resist—”

He barked out a laugh.

She frowned. “I’m serious.”

He stared at her. “So you really think it’s possible for us to fight this kind of chemistry?”

“We can at least try. We’re not animals.”

“You make me feel like one. Wild and savage, out of control.” He dragged in a shuddering breath and closed his eyes. “Just so you know, this is the third time in a week that I’ll be going home with blue balls.”

“Sorry.” She bit her twitching lip, keeping her gaze well above his crotch.

He puffed out a frustrated breath and shoved his hand through his hair. “I don’t want you going out with that guy.”

“Ephraim?”

“Yeah. Him.”

“Why don’t you want me to go out with Ephraim?”

“I just don’t.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You can’t tell me what to do. You know that, don’t you? I’m not yours—”

He said something under his breath that sounded like “The hell you aren’t.” But she must have heard wrong. There was no way he would make such an absurd claim. But then, given the way he turned her body to putty, maybe the claim of ownership wouldn’t be so absurd after all.

She sighed. “We’re friends, Logan. Friends don’t get a say in who their friends choose to date.”

His jaw flexed and his hand gripped the steering wheel, the flesh of his knuckles whitening. “Besides him teaching astronomy, what else do you see in him? He seems uptight and boring as fuck.”

Her chin lifted. “Some people might say the same thing about me. I’m not exactly the life of the party.”

Logan snorted. “There’s nothing uptight or boring about you, Jupiter. There’s nothing boring about a woman who squeals at the top of her lungs while riding on the back of a Harley. There’s nothing uptight about a woman who kisses with such insatiable hunger and climaxes with such intensity.” His eyes drifted over her face, watching her blush and bite her bottom lip. “You’re exciting and fun to be with. And you turn me the hell on, which should be pretty fucking indisputable by now.”

Her eyes dropped to the thick bulge of his erection, still straining against his pants. Did that thing ever shrink?

“Not when you’re around.”

Her eyes flew up to his. Had she spoken out loud?

His darkly amused gaze told her that, yes, she had.

More heat rushed into her cheeks before she swallowed and turned to look out the windshield.

“You don’t even want a relationship,” Logan grumbled, returning to the original topic. “You just said yourself that you’re not looking for one. And before that you told me you want to focus on starting your new job and getting your bearings.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t make new friends. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do when you move to a new town?”

Logan gave a harsh snort. “Ephraim doesn’t wanna be your friend. He wants to fuck you.”

“I’m sure he does.” Meadow smiled, still staring out the windshield. “He called me beautiful and said I have killer legs.”

“You are beautiful,” Logan growled in frustration, “and you do have killer legs. I couldn’t take my eyes off them all night, and clearly I wasn’t the only one.”

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