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Logan blew out a frustrated sigh. ‘This damn town,’ he muttered, and Jeanie giggled. ‘Noah, can you cover Jeanie for the afternoon?’
The fisherman grinned. ‘Of course.’ He hopped over the counter and landed beside a surprised Joe.
‘You’re taking the afternoon off,’ Logan whispered in Jeanie’s ear.
‘Sounds good to me.’
Jeanie waved over Logan’s shoulder to The Pumpkin Spice Café customers, who had already gone back to sipping their drinks and chatting about the weather, as though declarations of love happened in the middle of their morning coffee every day.
ChapterThirty-One
Jeanie was back in Logan’s arms as soon as the door to his apartment slammed behind them; her mouth on his, her hands in his hair.
Jeanie tugged at his shirt, pulling it from his arms.
‘This has to go, this all has to go,’ she said, yanking her own shirt over her head. Then, she stood in front of him and unhooked her bra.
‘Damn, Jeanie,’ he rasped, his voice thick and deep.
She gave him a little smirk and pushed her jeans down over her hips. It was the smirk that did him in, that little knowing smile. There was no hiding it anymore. She knew just how much he wanted her.Good.He didn’t want her to ever doubt it.
She stepped toward him and undid the button of his jeans. The brush of her fingers against his bare stomach sent sparks across his skin. The sound of his zipper being pulled down was added to their rapid breathing, and the rain that had just started coming down on the roof.
Logan groaned as Jeanie pushed his jeans over his hips, her hand grazing his erection on the way down. She flicked her gaze up to his, deep brown and happy. Trusting.
‘I missed you,’ she said and his heart broke a little for the week he had lost.
‘I missed you, too.’ He pulled her close, grabbing her full ass and delighting in her little moans when he squeezed. ‘Wrap those sweet thighs around me, Jeanie.’
She met his eye again and gave him a smile filled with so much love and so much desire his heart kicked hard against his ribs. He had to have her now. Now and always.
She launched into his arms, and he held her up easily, turning so that her body was now between him and the wall. When his mouth landed on hers, it wasn’t gentle, but he couldn’t help it. He’d thought he lost her and now that she was here, he couldn’t hold back. Not anymore.
By the way she was kissing him, she felt the same way.
‘Logan,’ she moaned as he rocked his hips into her. She arched against him, and he kissed down her neck. He dipped his head lower and found her nipple with his mouth. He sucked and licked until Jeanie was writhing against him.
‘Logan, please. I need you now.’
He groaned and pulled himself away from her breast. He pinned her against the wall, holding her with one hand, using his other hand to pull her underwear to the side.
‘You want it like this, Jeanie? Against the wall?’ The question came out rough, gruffer than he meant it. He’d only wanted to know she was sure about this, that she was comfortable. But it came out like a filthy threat.
Jeanie moaned. ‘Yes, like this. Please,’ she panted, and Logan got impossibly harder.
He took himself out of his boxer briefs and slid against Jeanie’s soaking wet entrance. ‘Condom?’ he asked, his voice barely recognizable, his body shaking with restraint.
‘I went back on the pill.’
‘Thank God,’ he sighed.
Jeanie let out a breathy laugh, even as her body trembled against him. She met his gaze. ‘Please, Logan.’
He pushed into her, slowly, so slowly, until she squirmed against him, until his body was flush against hers. He leaned his forehead against hers and they breathed out together.
‘Good thing you lifted all those heavy pumpkin crates, huh?’ she asked with a sly grin.
He huffed a laugh. A laugh that became a groan when she clenched around him. So perfect, his Jeanie.
