Page 109 of The Vampire's Storm

CHAPTER THIRTY

Logan’s large palm slammed against the wood of the door, stopping it from closing.

Brooklyn gasped and took a step back.

Then another.

Dropping her bag, she tripped over it and went flying.

“Jesus.” She heard before the room spun and she found herself up against Logan’s chest much farther inside the room than she should be.

The door clicked closed.

“Let me go,” she cried.

“Not what you said yesterday,” he growled.

Brooklyn pushed at his chest, but what a waste of time that was. He was like a wall. A thick brick wall. Except the wall had an eight pack and sent heat racing through her body.

Her core ached despite her protests.

“Clearly, I was an idiot yesterday. Just leave me alone, Logan.”

The vampire released her, and she collapsed on the bed below her. Before she could catch her breath he was leaning over her, forcing her onto her back and clutching at air.

“Logan,” she rasped.

“Stop saying my name, human,” he growled, his eyes blazing. “BioZen fucking scientist.”

What?

“You are scaring me.”

“Good,” he growled again, but as she let more air into her lungs and focused on his face, Brooklyn saw the now familiar desire.

“What have I done?” she gasped. “Tell me.”

“Don’t speak,” he said, clamping his hand around her chin. “Just don’t fucking speak.”

His mouth slammed down on hers as she let out a cry, her legs falling open as his body pressed in between them.

She felt his hard cock and needed him inside her.

Now.

If he left her wanting, she’d hate him.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, but he pulled them away, pushing them onto the bed above her head.

The rejection stinging.

“Don’t touch me,” Logan growled, his hand sliding down her body, tugging off her sweatpants.

She should stop him. But dear god, she didn’t want to.

The cool air hit her skin as he rid her of her sweatpants and panties, then unzipped her top.

“Logan, what is wrong?” Brooklyn pleaded with her eyes. “Talk to me.”

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