Page 62 of Love Quest

I push him off and scuttle back to my corner. “What are you doing?”

Logan glares at me, confused.

“You kissed me,” I accuse.

“And you kissed me back!”

“I did not!”

“You straddled me.”

“I lost my balance and fell on top of you.”

“And you bit me.”

I gasp, outraged. “It was a nibble at most!”

“Whatever.” He frantically flips a finger between us. “It wasn’t just me.”

“It was a reaction, okay? I must be suffering from Stockholm syndrome or something.”

“What?” Logan frowns. “I didn’t kidnap you.”

“But our circumstances are dire enough, it’s as if we’ve been kidnapped together.”

“So that’s the only reason you kissed me back?”

“It must be. I really don’t like you.”

“Good. ’Cause I don’t like you either.”

“Yeah, right,” I scoff. “So why did you kiss me, then?”

Logan pouts like a petulant child. “Maybe I’m suffering from Stockholm syndrome, too.”

“So we both agree this was a bad idea.”

“Really bad idea.”

I bite my lower lip. “And we shouldn’t do it again.”

Logan studies me, looking pained. “That’s going to be hard if you keep biting your mouth like that.”

I stop torturing my bottom lip and stare at Logan. The atmosphere in this tent is simmering, and not just because we’re stranded in a torrid, tropical jungle. Logan and I are kneeling a foot apart, but the air between us feels so dense we could be touching. Tendrils of electricity emanate from our heated bodies and bubble forward to reach the other.

I crack first. “Okay, you can kiss me again,” I say, and raise a finger in warning. “But only kissing.”

Logan’s lips part in a wolfish smile, and, before I can change my mind, he’s already cupped the back of my head and pressed those lush pillow lips on mine again.

And, oh gosh, the man kisses me.

Completely.

Thoroughly.

And while he does, his hands roam freely over my body. Nowhere forbidden. But they relentlessly explore every inch of skin that wouldn’t land Logan in second or third base territory, making me discover how basically every part of me can be transformed into an erogenous zone. Like the inside of my knee, or the skin on my Achilles tendon, or my collar bone, my neck, arms…

After half an hour of this treatment, my body is burning so much I need to physically remove my clothes.

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