Page 50 of Puck'N Enemy
I’m no longer afraid because it’s Logan. He’s the one I’ve loved and lost. He’s the one I protected at the cost of my own soul. It doesn’t matter how violently he claims me.
I just want him to know I belong to him irrevocably.
Logan pulls back for a breath, his eyes burning like twin storms. “You knew it was me,” he rasps, his voice low and unsteady. “Tell me you knew.”
My chest heaves as I stare at him. “I thought—” I shake my head. “I thought you were one of Pete’s guys.”
Logan’s jaw stiffens. “You really think I’d let him touch you?”
Silence stretches between us, thick and suffocating. And then Logan is on me again, kissing me.
This time, he’s slower, taking the time to savor my taste.
I kiss him back desperately. Hungrily. Like I’m drowning, and Logan is the air that can save me.
Suddenly, he breaks apart, panting. Dipping his head, he brushes his lips across my chin before moving down the soft curve of my neck. He kisses the sensitive skin, making shivers ripple through my body.
“You still taste like home,” Logan murmurs against my skin.
My fingers curl against his shirt, hesitant, not pushing him but not pulling him closer either.
“I thought I lost you,” Logan says, his voice low and thick with hunger. “But you’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”
His hands grip the hem of my shirt, tugging it up slowly. He watches with a dark look in his eyes as my bare skin is revealed inch by inch.
I catch his wrists, my breath hitching. “Logan—we can’t. Not here. What if someone comes in?”
His eyes darken. “Let them,” he whispers, his mouth brushing over the shell of my ear. “Let them see who you belong to.”
A moan escapes me and my grip loosens. And that’s all the permission Logan needs.
He kissed his way down my throat, biting gently at my collarbone. Next, he takes off my T-shirt, baring my chest to him completely.
I squirm, torn between protest and surrender. “You’re crazy,” I gasp. “We’ll get into so much trouble if someone comes in here.”
“I’m crazy only for you,” he growls, pulling my sweatpants down my legs.
The air in the room is cold, but Logan’s hands are warm as they skim across my chest. Goosebumps erupt on my skin as he touches me possessively.
“You think I care about getting caught?” Logan says, his forehead pressing into mine. “I’ve spent years wanting you. Hating you. Dreaming of you. I’m not hiding anymore.”
His mouth crashes back against my lips, stealing every last thought from my brain. I melt against him, needing this as much as him.
All the tension drains from my body as my hands tangle in Logan’s dark hair. A moan escapes me as I arch my back against the wall, exposing my bare chest to him.
Logan’s hand creeps lower until his fingers clamp over my erect cock. He pumps my heated flesh, drawing deep groans of hot pleasure from my mouth.
“I’m the only one who can touch you,” he says through clenched teeth. “I’m the only one who can make you utter these unholy sounds.”
“Logan,” I groan, feeling my balls harden impossibly.
Suddenly, Logan’s fingers loosen around my cock. Before I understand what’s happening, he whirls me around, making my chest hit the cold wall.
And then, I feel his fingers coating my tight bud with something warm and slick. It’s a moment before I realize he’s using his saliva to loosen and lubricate me.
Moaning, I push my hips back against him.
“Be patient, love,” he says in a ragged voice as he positions himself against my tight opening. “We’ve got to do this or you won’t be able to walk around the whole day.”
