Page 104 of Bad Love

"My father's still at work. My mom's running around. And my grandmother's busy. She'll be here later. We have an hour to get ready before theparty."

"I needit."

He shows me to a room upstairs—our room for the weekend. The hardwood floor is beautiful, and sun streams through the huge window onto the four-poster bed. The walls are painted a dark blue that should feel oppressive but feels serene and masculine. Black-and-white photos hang at eye level, and when I get close, I realize they're of hisfamily.

I'm used to having to find my way, but usually that means surviving—for me, for Rory. There's nothing about survival here on Long Island. These are people who are thriving. Who're far from danger andpoverty.

It's ironic that in this strange place, Logan's the most familiar thing Ihave.

"This was my room when I was a kid. It's been redecorated a littlesince."

"I loveit."

"The en suite's there." He nods at a door next to thedresser.

"Is there time to take ashower?"

"Goodidea."

I meet his gaze, and the feeling of grunginess evaporates, replaced by desire. Ohboy.

"You want to have sex in your parents’ house?" I whisper, thrilled and a little scandalized. I guess there are some innocent corners of my psyche that haven’t been exposed tolight.

Or whatever the sexual equivalentis.

"We haven't seen each other for a week." His wicked grin follows me. “I’ve been jerking off frommemory.”

“Sounds terrible.” But the idea that this gorgeous man chooses to fantasize about me when he’s stroking himself still blows mymind.

“It is,” he insists as we strip off each other's clothes. “I can’t remember whether you have seven or eight freckles on your right asscheek.”

My hands still on his jeans. “I don’t have freckles on myass.”

“You do. And they should be declared protected landmarks.” He kisses me, deep and hungry, and backs me into theshower.

"How does this get better every time?" I pant against his neck, slippery from thespray.

"Because we’re that good. And because every time, I realize a little bit more how incredible youare."

Logan's serious gaze meets mine, and my chestcracks.

I'm turned on and breathing hard, and so is he. I need him inside me yesterday, need to resolve this crazy-huge feeling of having and needing. But I realize, shocked, that I don’t only want the pleasure, the burningdesire.

I want him close to me. I want him to be a part ofme.

Our touches turn slow, and I don’t know who made the change first. But this isn’t fast anddesperate.

"We should finish this in the bedroom," he murmurs, dropping a kiss at the corner of my lips.Because the condoms are out there. “Unless…”

“Unless what?” Water flicks off my lashes as I blink athim.

He tosses his hair back, meeting my gaze. “I get tested regularly. Plus, I haven’t been with anyone since I met you.” His expression looks oddly vulnerable, as if he’s confessing something by telling methat.

I've never gone without except withBlake.

And that changed the course of mylife.

But Logan’s changing my life everyday.

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