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that he could pull it off her, the sound low in her
throat, almost like a growl. Logan shivered. As he finished
divesting her of the garment, she grabbed his shoulders with both
hands and tugged him away from the wall against which he was
resting, pushing him down until he was lying on the floor. She tore
his t-shirt off him. The sound of ripping fabric filled Logan’s
mind when she plunged for his neck.
    He waited for his body to tense, for fear to
flow through his veins like blood and ice. But the shiver that
coursed down his spine all the way to his balls wasn’t due to fear
or how cool her lips were. Instead, need made him arch against her
and offer his throat to her. He had done as much so often before
that it was hard to remember why it could prove to be a terrible
idea.
    At the feel of her mouth, his eyes closed.
She wouldn’t hurt him. He knew she wouldn’t. And when she sucked
hard on his neck, the mark she left was no different from the many
hickeys she had left on him before. He’d always teased her about
it, joked she had an oral fetish. It didn’t seem like a joke any
more.
    When she lifted her mouth to admire her work,
her hair spread on either side of her face and tickled him. He
grabbed her waist and twisted, rolling their bodies until he was on
top of her. He took hold of her wrists and held them above her
head, gathering them in one hand. She could have broken free
easily, but she kept her arms in place as he kissed her temple,
then her cheek, then slid down to her neck. The bite marks that had
made her what she now was were healed but easily recognizable under
his tongue. She bucked and moaned when he scrapped his teeth
against them.
    “Like that?” he murmured, kissing his way
lower still. “How ‘bout this?”
    He licked a path along the strap of her bra,
then followed the lacy edge to the valley between her breasts. She
kept moving under him, not hard enough to throw him off, but
clearly trying to guide his mouth to whichever of her nipples he
was closest to at any given time. He thwarted her efforts and
continued to kiss along the edges of the bra until she understood
his game and became very still beneath him.
    Pressing his grin into her right breast, he
finally gave her what she wanted, closing his mouth over her nipple
and sucking until the fabric was soaked through and clinging to the
hardened nub. Not to neglect the other nipple, he cupped it in his
hand and rubbed his thumb back and forth until it hardened,
too.
    A tiny, wordless, needy sound rose to
Olivia’s lips when his mouth resumed its journey down her body, but
one hand lightly caressing each of her breasts appeased her.
    His mouth trailed lower still, sliding on
skin he knew so well and that seemed so different now that it was
cooler. He raked his teeth against her stomach, and she arched into
him with a quiet grunt.
    “ Stop playing,” she demanded, but to Logan
it sounded like, keep doing what you’ve been doing.
    He tried pulling the zipper of her pants down
with his teeth, but he had to admit to himself that wouldn’t work.
Dropping his hands to her pants, he undid them quickly and started
drawing them down. As close as he was, he could smell the scent of
her desire, thick and heady. His movements became jerky, impatient,
as he continued to undress her.
    She raised herself onto her elbows, and he
could feel her eyes on him as he pulled off her pants and panties
in the same movement, stopping at her knees to tug her boots off so
he could finish. Her gaze was scorching.
    When he sat back on his heels, he was panting
as though he had just run a hundred-meter dash; his body felt just
as heavy, just as reluctant to move. He could have spent hours
simply watching her, as she sat there in nothing but a bra,
disheveled, wetness glistening in the curls that hid her sex. He
felt a pang of need at how beautiful she was. He’d always
considered himself lucky, and had always wondered what she saw in
him. He wondered that same thing