Page 93 of Bad Love

But I love that he's here, in my apartment. That he spent an hour making recipes with my son after getting us dinner. Most of all, I love that he's touching me and kissingme.

I love that he knows exactly what to do to make meweak.

Every second out there in the world, I have to have theanswers.

With Logan, Idon’t.

With Logan, it’s simple even when it’scomplicated.

I wrap my arms around his body, and the feel of his hard muscles under the polo shirt sends me into a state of greedydesire.

His lips find my earlobe, and I squeeze my thighs together. "Remember that night I promisedyou?"

Inod.

Logan's hands yank my shirt out of my pants, then span my waist in a way that has me sucking in a desperatebreath.

"This isit."

19

The past fewweeks with Kendall have been a kind of rhythm I didn’t know I wanted. I work harder than I’ve ever worked, but it’s worth it because those days are studded with hits ofawesomeness.

She’ll stop in at my place, or I’ll drop by heroffice.

We make decisions about the vibe—which she somehow twisted Ben’s arm to take from good to boss—but we’ll also laugh and tease andtalk.

It’s never longenough.

I’ve been looking forward to a night where I can take my time, instead of our rushed moments between work andlife.

Now, her slow curves are under my impatient hands, and I can't find satisfaction because all I can think of is this faceless prick who had her first. The one too stupid to know what he had. The one who broke her heart—and herfamily.

My body’s buzzing, my throat burns, and my fists haven’t unclenched in the last thirty minutes. I'm angry and unsettled, and I need something from this. Fromher.

I've always enjoyed sex. I’m not enjoying ittonight.

It doesn’t take rocket science to figure out why. Her ex moved in next to herparents.

What the actualfuck?

I know the guy texted her, but she hasn’t mentioned him since. If he was still trying to see her, she should’ve toldme.

Why? Because she’s yours?a voice tauntsme.

I squeeze her ass, then yank her legs up around my hips so I can grind intoher.

The low moan from her throat is a protest, but her arms lock around my neck. Her mouth is hot under mine. I give her my tongue like I’m going to give her my cock. I'm rock hard already, straining in myjeans.

I yank her shirt out of her jeans. Then I rip it down thefront.

"What are you doing?" Her startled whisper does nothing to soothe my frayed nerves. “I didn’t realize your plan involved destruction ofproperty.”

"I'll buy you a newone."

I move back to her neck, but she twists away. My jaw clenches as she grabs my face, her expression a mix of arousal andshock.

My hands span her stomach, feeling her heavy breathing and smooth skin, sliding up to cup her breasts through the lacy bra. It's not porn star lingerie, but it's hot because it's her. Because it's keeping those small, round tits from me and I want to know they’re mine. She’smine.

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