Page 46 of Wicked Love
He fucked me with his hand until I was teetering on the edge, waves of pleasure washing over me. My teeth were digging a hole in my lip from holding back my eager noises. When one whimper slipped out anyway, Logan’s breath hitched.
“I want to bury myself so deep inside of you that you won’t forget this for years to come. God, I’m never letting you go.”
He pumped his fingers inside me a few more times and then grabbed a condom from his pocket. What felt like an instant later, he’d rolled it over himself and was plunging into me.
He filled me so well I couldn’t restrain my next moan. Logan clamped his mouth down over mine, swallowing the sound with a kiss.
Our bodies smacked together, both of us moving frantically as if we couldn’t get close enough. Logan met my eyes, holding my gaze even as his hazed with pleasure. “Love you,” he murmured again. “So fucking much.”
“I love you too,” I whispered back.
I gripped his shoulder and hugged him to me. He returned the embrace even though it momentarily slowed his thrusts. Then he adjusted our position, lifting my ass off the sofa, and drove into me even deeper than before.
A thready cry burst from my lips. I clamped them shut and clutched him tightly. He pounded into me again and again and then I was bursting apart with a white-hot blaze that really did feel as if it was searing away all the pain that had ever existed between us.
Logan groaned softly at the same time. His hips jerked as he followed me over the edge, both of us crashing into the final surge of ecstasy together.
Logan sagged over me but didn’t let too much of his weight bear down. He pressed a kiss to my temple and then looked at me with so much tenderness my pulse stuttered.
“I’m never pushing you away again,” he said like a vow. “Acting like a prick didn’t keep you out of danger anyway, so I can admit it was an idiotic move.”
“You were trying to scare me away from the danger, but I don’t scare easily,” I said with a breathless laugh, and halted. Several thoughts collided in my head with that statement, setting off a spark of inspiration.
I nudged Logan off me so I could sit up and grab my jeans. “I need my computer. I think I might have figured it out.”
Logan raised his eyes with a chuckle. “I didn’t expect the experience to bequitethat enlightening.”
I swatted his arm. “I’m serious. You want me out of danger—let’s get this figured out.”
“Not going to argue with you there.”
He did insist on stealing one more kiss before snatching my laptop off the table where he’d left it. I flipped it open and hastily clicked through to a set of photographs Beckett had sent me from the seafood market.
Logan sat next to me on the sofa, peering at the screen alongside me. “What are we looking for?”
I flicked through several photos before my heart leapt. I stopped and jabbed my finger at the screen. “Those.”
The photo showed one of the storerooms where the market received deliveries. It was stacked with coolers, a few of which were marked with the word WARNING and a picture of a spiny-looking fish.
“What about them?” Logan asked. “Those would be for the rare fish that are poisonous or something, right? I think there are some that are legal. And any that aren’t, they wouldn’t be advertising it.”
“Exactly,” I said. “You’d assume they’re for transporting toxic fish for restaurants and other special buyers. And no one would want to open those boxes unless they have permission because they wouldn’t want to mess with something dangerous and risk getting hurt.”
Logan’s eyes widened. “I think I see where you’re going with this.”
“I need to tell Beckett so he can check it out right away. We don’t know how much evidence they’ve already gotten rid of.”
I dug my phone out of my purse and dialed the number as fast as I could. Beckett picked up on the second ring. “Maddie. Is everything okay?”
“I think it might begood, actually,” I said. “I think I might have figured out a key part of the scheme.”
His voice perked up immediately. “Seriously? Give me all the details.”
I studied the photograph as I spoke. “The seafood market does at least a little business in poisonous fish. They’re transported in containers that warn people away from messing with them.”
“Oh, I already looked into that. The market has a license for things like lionfish and stonefish. There’s nothing illegal about that aspect, and they wouldn’t need to smuggle or hide them. From what Anthea said, your dad’s symptoms don’t look like any fish toxin anyway.”
“That’s not what I’m thinking,” I said. “What if it’s not always fish in those containers? What if Doom’s Seed’s people are moving their illegal merchandise in those specific coolers, knowing that no one who isn’t approved will risk opening them and digging around inside? No one wants to get hurt.”
