Page 47 of Catnip, Claws, and Chaos

I silence the voice. Tonight isn’t about tomorrow. Tonight is about Emily, naked and willing in my arms. Tonight is about drowning in her scent, her taste, her warmth. Tonight is about forgetting everything except the feel of her skin against mine.

Tomorrow’s problems can wait until tomorrow.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Emily

Ican barely walk straight as Logan leads me to his bedroom. My legs feel like jelly, my pussy still pulsing from the orgasm I just had on his kitchen counter. He keeps his hand on the small of my back, possessive and warm. It sends little shivers up my spine. I want more. Need more. It's like I've been starving without even knowing it.

His bedroom looks exactly like I expected. Everything's perfect and in its place, like the man himself. Dark sheets pulled tight across a California king.

I don't belong here. That's pretty fucking clear. I'm chaos in human form, and Logan's room is a temple to control. But here I am anyway, and I'm not going anywhere.

Logan shuts the door with a soft click. When he turns around, his eyes are almost black with desire. “Second thoughts?”

I laugh, the sound weirdly breathless. “About a thousand. None of them matter.” I lift my chin, challenging him. “You?”

He answers by crossing the room in two strides and crashing his mouth against mine. There's nothing gentle about it. Allteeth and desperation. He grabs my ass and lifts me like I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his stiff cock press against me. Still ready. Again.

“Fuck, Emily.” He groans against my lips. “What are you doing to me?”

If I knew, maybe I could stop it. But I don't have answers, only this crazy need clawing at my insides, desperate and raw.

He lays me on the bed like I'm something precious. It's a weird contrast, the gentleness of his hands and the hunger in his eyes. Nobody's ever looked at me like that before. Like they want to devour me but also worship every inch.

I reach for him, but he catches my wrists in one hand and pins them above my head.

“Not yet,” he murmurs. “I told you there were things I wanted to try.”

A thrill shoots straight between my legs. “Like what?” God, I sound desperate.

“Like taking my time.” He kisses the corner of my mouth, my jaw, and then that spot below my ear that makes me squirm. “Like learning what makes you fall apart.” His free hand barely touches me as it slides down my body. “Like making you come so many times, you forget your own name.”

“Bold claim,” I challenge, even as my thighs fall open, inviting him in.

He smiles against my throat. “I don't make promises I can't keep, kitten.”

That nickname should annoy me, but something about how he says it makes my pussy clench around nothing.

His mouth works its way down my neck, across my collarbones, between my breasts. He pauses, looking up at me through his stupidly long eyelashes. “You're beautiful,” he says, so honest it hurts.

“You don't have to say that.”

“I know.” He lets go of my wrists and turns my face back to his. “I say it because it's true.”

This feels dangerous, more dangerous than just fucking. This feels like territory where hearts get shattered. I should pull back. Instead, I kiss him, pouring all my confusion and desire into it. He responds instantly, sliding his tongue against mine as he cups my breast. His thumb circles my nipple until I'm arching into his touch like a cat.

His mouth replaces his fingers, hot and wet around my nipple, teeth grazing just enough to send sparks straight to my core. I grab his hair, holding him against me as his other hand drifts lower, tracing patterns over my stomach, my hips, my thighs, everywhere except where I need him.

“Logan.” I whimper, lifting my hips like the shameless slut I am. “Stop teasing.”

He chuckles, the vibration against my breast making me moan. “But you're so responsive. So fucking perfect.” His fingers finally touch my center, where I’m embarrassingly wet. “See? So ready for me.”

“I've been ready.” I gasp as one long finger slides into me, curling to hit a spot that makes white spots explode behind my eyes. “Since the moment I met you.”

He freezes for a heartbeat, something flashing across his face too fast to read. Then he's moving again, adding a second finger, stretching me as his thumb circles my clit. My pussy's still sensitive from coming in the kitchen, and it doesn't take much before I'm teetering on the edge again.

“That's it,” he encourages, watching my face as if he's memorizing it. “Let go for me.”

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