Page 84 of Bad Love

Her lips curve at the corners, a flush in her cheeks. “But you put me uphere.”

“So I did.” I feign ignorance, and her mouth parts in surprise. “Maybe it had something to do withthis.”

I turn my attention to her breasts in the black bra. She squirms under my inspection, letting out a little pant when I drag a finger over the curve of herbreast.

“No, can’t be that. Maybe here.” I trace a finger over the lace, circling her nipple and watching it harden under my touch. “No. That wasn’t iteither.”

“Logan…”

“Yes?” My hand stills as I meet hergaze.

She bites her lip, deciding how long she’ll go along with this. “Nothing.”

I shrug as if I couldn’t care less. As if my cock isn’t rock hard in thesesweatpants.

The truth is I fucking love it. I didn’t know there was anything sexier than Kendall getting herself off, than Kendall unable to contain her need and fucking me in the back of a towncar.

There is, and it’s Kendall playing this game withme.

My finger trails down her smooth stomach, the little curve before I reach her panties. Her breath hitches when I dip a finger under the edge. Not far enough to make hermoan.

“This could’ve been it. What do you think,Peach?”

Kendall cocks her head, eyes bright. “Maybe.”

Christ. I hope this is teasing her half as much as it’s teasingme.

When I stroke a finger over the lace panties, then drag them to the side so I can see every part of her bare on the island, I have my answer. “Sweetheart?”

“Yes?”

“You’re dripping on mygranite.”

Her face goes red, her eyes wide as I brush my fingers over herthere.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” I threaten, bringing my fingertips to my lips and sucking her off me while her fingers dig into my shoulder. “You taste too fucking good forthat.”

“Logan…”

Satisfaction works through me as the lightest sting of nails hits myskin.

“Come on, my wild little peach.” I press a hot kiss to her neck, dragging my tongue ring in the way that makes her pant. “Say you want it and I’ll rewardyou.”

Kendall’s hips rock against the air before her breathy wordscome.

“It can’t be thatgood.”

I pull back,blinking.

Wrong thing tosay.

I drag my free hand down her stomach slower, closer to where she’sbare.

“Did I tell you about the time I went skydiving in Bolivia?” I sayabsently.

She shakes herhead.

“It was on my to-do list forever, but I almost didn’t go because we were running behind on a shoot and I had twelve hours before catching anotherflight.”

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