Page 55 of Catnip, Claws, and Chaos

I swallow hard, feeling like I'm on trial. “Maybe.” Embarrassment burns my cheeks, mixed with something deeper, the raw vulnerability of having all my feelings exposed.

“I understand,” he says.

“No, actually. You don't!” The words explode from me, frustration boiling over at his cryptic response. “You don't understand a single fucking thing about how I've felt this entire week!”

“What is there to understand?” Logan's voice rises, the calm façade cracking to show real emotion. Annoyance runs through his words, but beneath it, there's something that sounds like hurt. “You followed me and, like a silly schoolgirl, thought it brilliant to pull this ridiculous revenge stunt. You need to grow up, little girl.”

I stand frozen, mouth open, his words stabbing like knives. Being dismissed hurts worse than any direct insult. Little girl? After everything we shared? After countless nights lying awake, wondering what I did wrong? He couldn't possibly have said that.

“How dare you?” I launch myself at him, stopping with barely an inch between us. “How dare you call me a little girl when you've done nothing but act like an immature jerk! Okay, so we slept together. It was okay. End of story.” I jab my finger into his chest, the contact more intimate than I intend as my skin touches his. His muscles tense beneath my touch, but ragepushes me forward. “You're the one who needs to grow up, Logan!”

“It was great.”

“What?” I blink, thrown off by the unexpected response.

“The sex between us was great. Not just okay.” His voice drops to a husky rumble that vibrates through my bones. His eyes capture mine while confusion scrambles my thoughts at this sudden change.

We’re fighting, aren’t we? “That's not the point?—”

His mouth crashes against mine before I can finish, his lips demanding and warm. My brain struggles to catch up with what's happening for a second. I should be furious with him. And I am. For good reason. Yet the moment his tongue presses against my lips, all the reasons vanish, replaced by desire so fierce it steals my breath. My body reacts before I can think, my lips parting to let him in. His hands circle my waist, pulling me tight against him. The hard planes of his chest press against mine, the dampness from his shower soaking through my thin dress. Pure madness. We solved nothing. Anger still simmers between us. We've barely spoken all week. Yet we're kissing as though the world ends tomorrow, and all I want is more.

My hand slides down his chest, feeling the hammering of his heart beneath my palm. My fingers trace the definition of his muscles, following their shape downward until they brush the towel's edge. I yank it free, letting it fall forgotten to the floor. My gaze immediately drops to his cock, already hard and straining toward me. The tip glistens with a drop of precum. I lick my lips and drop to my knees before him. Gripping the base of his erection, I slide my hand slowly along the rigid shaft. His skin feels incredibly hot and silky beneath my fingers.

Logan goes rigid, and a ragged breath tears from his throat. Looking up through my lashes, I see his transformation, the cold mask he's worn all week shattered, replaced by naked desire.His pupils grow until only a thin ring of green remains, his lips part, and his focus narrows exclusively to me. I trace my tongue across the head of his cock, drawing teasing circles, savoring the salty-sweet taste unique to him. His breathing grows ragged and uneven, proof my attention is having the desired effect.

“Stop teasing me, kitten, and open your mouth.” The command comes out hoarse with barely restrained need.

I obey without hesitation, parting my lips as he places one hand on my neck while guiding his cock to my mouth with the other. His fingers tangle in my hair, gentle yet commanding, directing without forcing. He's too big to take completely, but Logan controls my movements, driving deeper with each thrust. Instinctively, my hand slips beneath my dress hem. I push aside my thin panties and moan against his cock when my fingers find my clit. I'm already soaked, turned on simply by pleasuring him. My fingers work in rhythm with his thrusts.

“Come for me,” he growls.” Come on, give it to me, kitten.”

His words push me over the edge. My body shudders as I cry out helplessly around his cock, orgasm crashing through me in relentless waves. At the same moment, Logan's cock swells between my lips. He drives himself deeper, his rhythm growing erratic as he chases his own release. With a guttural sound, he comes. I swallow instinctively, the intimacy sending aftershocks of pleasure rippling through my spent body.

Withdrawing from my mouth, he lifts my chin with a single finger, those intense green eyes locking with mine. The unexpected tenderness in his expression makes my heart skip.

I swallow and lick my lips like a satisfied cat, a gesture that darkens his gaze with renewed hunger. He helps me stand, his touch surprisingly gentle.

“Undress for me, Emily,” he whispers against my ear, his breath warming my skin and raising goose bumps along myneck. “You need to learn the difference between just okay and great.”

I nod, and grabbing my dress's hem, I pull it off in one smooth motion. Logan turns me until my back faces him, his hands on my shoulders guiding the movement. I feel so exposed in this position, unable to see his reaction as he checks me out. A shiver runs down my spine as his fingertips trace a featherlight path from my shoulder blades to the small of my back.

“You're so beautiful I could look at you for hours,” he murmurs. “Turn around.”

I pivot to face him. One corner of his mouth is lifted in a genuine smile that transforms his usually serious face.

“Truly beautiful,” he repeats when our eyes meet. His hand touches my cheek with unexpected tenderness before trailing along my jawline and down my throat, following the path to my collarbone where his palm rests briefly over my racing heart. “Take off your bra, Emily.”

I reach behind me and unhook the clasp, letting it slowly slide down my arms. I enjoy his reaction, the way his eyes follow every movement and how his breath catches when black lace falls away to show my breasts. When it joins the pile of clothes on the floor, I meet Logan's gaze, feeling bold and powerful under his appreciative stare. Never have I felt more beautiful than right now, standing nearly naked before him with desire written all over his face.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Emily

Logan reaches for my breast while reclaiming my mouth. His kiss is hungry as his fingers work their magic across my body, switching between teasing touches and firm grabbing. It’s all too much.

He pushes me back gently. My knees hit the edge of the bed, and I tumble onto the sheets. He follows me down, stretching out next to me and sliding his hand over my stomach before slipping beneath my panties. When his finger enters me, he silences my moan with his lips.

“You’re so wet,” he whispers against my mouth, curling his finger inside to find that spot that makes me arch against him.

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