Page 96 of Bad Love

She twists so I can look in her flushed face. Her eyes are at half-mast, the light from the bedside lamp turning them dark green, and it hits me in the chest like ananvil.

“You said I’d beg for a night with you,” she whispers. “Youfirst.”

“I don’t beg, sweetheart. Not even foryou.”

But isn’t that what I’m doing? Begging her with my hands, my mouth, mybody?

She takes advantage, flipping onto her back. Like I’ve lost some of my power over her. But I can’t bring myself to complain, because her guilty gaze goes immediately to myjeans.

Thisgirl.

“You want to see the cock I’m going to fuck youwith?”

Her lips tremble. “Yes.”

The jealousy fades away as I slide a finger under the waistband of myshorts.

Kendall reaches toward the thick outline of my erection through the fabric, the dark spot where I'm already leaking from touching her. Her fingertip presses lightly against that spot, then rubs a slow circle against my cock head through thefabric.

I swallow a groan, my hand fisting in her hair. She rubs me, a slow stroke all the way down to my balls. Half of the pleasure's from watching her do it, the look of desire and delight on herface.

I love thinking that I'm corrupting her. That she gets to be this way withme.

"Feel good, Hunter?" shetaunts.

"Your pussy's going to feelbetter.”

Her hand slips inside the top of my shorts, and she wraps her fingers around me. "Likethat?"

"Hotter. Wetter." My voice isrough.

I take her hand and press it between her thighs, then bring it back to my cock. She strokes down again. "Likethat?"

"No." I swallow, suddenly feeling as though I'm the one out of my depth. "Because I'm so deep inside you, you can't get me out. Because you love it as much as Ido."

Her lips find the head of my cock, taking me by surprise by giving it a hard suck that makes my eyes roll back in myhead.

Then she lifts her gaze to mine, full of wanting and something vulnerable. "Trust me, Logan. I love this as much as youdo."

My heartcracks.

I don't want any man to have her look at him with that expression. But more than that, I don't want any other woman to look at me that wayeither.

I don’t just want her to be mine. I want to give myself toher.

I want her to accept me, all ofme.

I shove off my shorts, then grab a condom from my jeans and roll it on as shewatches.

I jerk her hips toward the edge of the bed, spread her legs, and settle my cock between her smooth thighs. She's so wet already, and her lips fall open when I brush herthere.

My throat works as I rub my lips across hers. "Tell me I'mit."

Her trembling mouth curves. "What?"

"Fucking everything. I need to hearit."

Confusion flickers across her face. "Logan,I—"

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