Page 60 of Edge of Forever

She laughed and wiggled out from under his arm and back inside. “It is when I bite.”

“I like when you bite though.”

He followed her inside and stalked her around the dining room table. Bella scooted over the chair and back up the stairs.

He thundered up behind her and Fiona woke from her snooze on the couch and shot up after them. She barked and hip-checked Logan into the doorframe as she leaped onto the bed, knocking Bella onto her back.

Logan crawled over the bed to her. “Give it to me.”

“Nope. We have to go to the store before we’re snowed in.”

“I’ll just check and then we can go.” He slipped his arm around her waist and dragged her down the bed so he could cover her.

She stuffed her hand down her shirt and came up with the phone, stretching her arm over her head. Logan reached for it—blasted man had a much longer reach than she did—but Fiona planted both paws in the middle of his back and squashed them together.

Bella couldn’t help the laugh at the whoosh of breath and Logan’s buggy eyes.

“Fiona, off.” Her dog didn’t move an inch. “Gonna help me out here?”

She shook her head. “Nope.”

He slid his arm under her back and up her shirt. With stupid, clever fingers, he flicked open her bra. “Now?”

“Not like it went anywhere, your buttons are currently indented in my skin.”

He grunted when Fiona bounced on his back and barked.

Bella laughed as he tried to move, but a Malamute wasn’t exactly the lightest of dogs, which she could attest. Just as she was going to relent and tell the dog to get off, Logan twisted his hips and a very hard, very happy cock rubbed against the seam of her yoga pants.

“Hello.” She shoved the phone under her pillow.

Logan shrugged. “Well, if I can’t have the phone.”

“You are a very bad man. We have to go to the store.”

“After.” He lowered his mouth to hers.

“This was not part of the plan, sir,” she mumbled against his lips.

“I’ve got all this extra weight on me, so what’s a man to do?”

She laughed as Fiona put her head down and crossed her paws over her eyes. “Fiona, down.”

She barked and hopped over Logan’s hip to lick her face. Once the dog saw she was all right, she wagged her tail and got off the bed. Fiona jumped into what had become her favorite place to sleep—a chair in the corner of the room.

“You can get off me now.”

He slid his hand under them and yanked her stretchy pants down. She gave a breathless laugh and then there was nothing at all to laugh about. He pushed her shirt up, simply moved her bra out of the way, and latched his mouth onto her breast.

She arched, and God, it felt good to be able to move under him. For the last three weeks, she’d done stretches and yoga to get the last of the kinks out of her system. She still had twinges, but it was good to be able to be handled again.

Because she did love the way he handled her. Like now, when he forgot she was damaged and just pushed at her for the sweet release of two bodies that fit perfectly together.

As always, he pulled back when he saw her scar. He ran his lips over the mended flesh with the utmost care, and he gentled.

She didn’t want the gentle Logan.

She felt alive in his arms, when he forgot about their past, the shattered body that was finally becoming hers again. When he treated her like the Bella of before.

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