Page 97 of Bad Love

Her voice cuts off as I sink into her, holding her hips up so I slide home in a single thrust. The only sound is her panting breath, my hoarserasp.

I force myself to still for a moment as her body adjusts. But I don't wait long. The second her eyes flutter open, I'm thrusting. Her wet heat drags me in, holds me there even when I pull back. And fuck if there isn't anything better than being inside her like this. But if there was, I'd want thattoo.

Because I'm greedy and I want all ofher.

The heavy drag of our bodies. The sight of her flushed cheeks and breasts, her eyes drugged with pleasure. The smell and taste of her skin that washes over me when I bend my lips to her sweatyneck.

"Come on, Kendall," I murmur as I build her up, as I feel her getting closer with every stroke that feels as though it's never going to end. With every clench of her body, every tightening of my muscles, until the world is here and now andher.

When she comes, I hear the words, "You're everything. We're everything,Logan."

As I come down from the high, my limbs heavy on the bed, I realize something profound and a littlecrazy.

I'd do anything to keep thisfeeling.

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No one died.

It’s something I used to tell myself on the days I thought Rory and I wouldn’t makeit.

And that's my first thought when I regainconsciousness.

I'm still here. My heart is beating, and the apartment is silent. The street noise echoing outside the window feels a lifetimeaway.

My entire body feels bigger than it was, as if it’d been stretched thin and draped over the world. But when I look at my hands, my boobs, everything is normalsized.

I blow out a breath, hyperaware of the man next to me. "That was…amazing."

When I roll onto my side, I’m grateful my subconscious had me turn the light on, because Logan’s body is breathtaking. What he does with it—criminal.

The expression on his face isn't some frat boy’s smugness. It’s a man’s satisfaction. He knows he took me apart and pieced me back together with his hands, his mouth, his body. He knows he could do itagain.

Deep in those chocolate eyes, there’s something more. Something I want to name butcan’t.

I knew Logan had something up his ass from the second I told him Blake moved in next door to my parents’ place. But I couldn’t have guessed how that would playout.

If he’s normally graceful, easy, commanding, tonight he was jerky, harsh,insatiable.

I don’t understand where it came from. I’ve never had someone want me, fight for me, likethat.

Because that’s what it was. Abattle.

I drop my head against hischest.

"Kendall." The vibration of his voice makes meshiver.

"Yeah."

"There's a party next weekend at my family's. Saturday night. Come withme."

My heart kicks against my ribs, and I sure as heck missed the turnoff for that hard right. How he got from telling me to lift my ass higher to talking about a family party, I have no idea. “I'd need to find a babysitter for a few hoursand—"

"More than a few hours. It's on LongIsland."

My eyes are wide, staring unseeing across the room as Logan’s chest hair tickles mycheek.

"You want me to come home with you," I echo, not trusting mybrain.

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