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shows.”
    “I don’t watch that much TV...” I mutter.
    After a moment, he reaches up and pulls my hand away from my mouth, weaving his fingers between mine as he does. His affection is sweet and unexpected, and my cheeks burn. I notice a thick patch of rough skin bulging on his hand and I pull his palm up close to my face to look. A ragged scar runs diagonally across his right palm and it looks deep. “What’s this?”
    He doesn’t twitch. “Part of my initiation with the Ruin Outlaws. Before that, the Los Devils in California. We all have one.” I graze the scar with my finger, being careful not to apply too much pressure.
    “I guess leather and bikes wasn’t the only thing tying you to them...”
    His fingers move a little, and I feel a burst of warmth in my chest. His eyes meet mine, and I kiss him in an instant. Our lips explore each other, and I feel relief for the first time in days. His sticky body envelopes mine, and I want it all. I want him to take me, make me forget about everything that happened. To make the images of Rattlesnake lying on the floor of my apartment disappear. He reads my mind, knowing exactly what I want. Our feverish kisses fill the silent air.
    Logan picks me up and sets me on the counter in the kitchen, and then he unbuckles my pants. With a quick yank, he pulls them down to my ankles and presses his warm body between my thighs. I moan into his ear, and his tattooed arms explore my body, groping my breasts and waist. He whispers my name, and I know everything is going to be okay.
    His breath is hot on my skin. His air conditioner doesn’t work and his apartment has been pretty hot. Sweat builds up on my shirt and back, which makes peeling off my clothes that much more satisfying. His hard body sends hot warmth through my core, and without thinking about it, I suck on his ear. He gives me a roguish smirk and I moan as he slips his hand into my panties. After grinding against me for a few moments, he takes his pants off, dropping them and their buckle to the floor.
    “What if someone is watching your place?” I say, breathy and hollow. I don’t even care.
    “Don’t worry about that right now, just relax, Cassie. Besides, what's the harm? They'll get a show anyway,” he finishes with a smirk.
    I lose myself as he spreads my knees apart and grinds against me with his bulge. I throw my head back and place a hand on the back of his neck to keep myself upright, and he drags me a little closer to the edge of the counter. The tile feels cool under my skin, and before I can blink, he’s pulled his cock out and pushed my panties aside. He’s inside me. It feels just like the first time with him: risky, naughty, and exhilarating. He grunts as our hips meet, and I rake my fingers through his hair and drag him forward, almost throwing him off balance.
    My vision goes blurry. His breathing and frenzied eyes are all that fill mine. I can’t shake this feeling, one that I’m scared he might not share. My fingers can feel his pulse on the back of his neck, and I want our hearts to be synchronized. Sweat beads on his forehead and temples, and the urge to lick it off fills me. I always want him like this, vulnerable and animalistic. I grip his hips with my knees and pull him closer to me. Throbs deep in my body meet his and we climax, breathing ragged and jerky in his sweltering kitchen.
    He kisses me and holds in the moment. I feel like I’m suspended by strings, that I don’t have control over myself. Funny enough, I don’t want the control anyway. His tongue slips between my lips and I let him explore me. His breathing is already steady and normal again, but he’s still kissing me. I’m only used to him leaving, to pushing me away and growing silent. I grope him and kiss him back, feeding that hungry animal that hides inside him. He bites my lip and cups my breasts, and he grinds against me again. After what feels like a moment but I wished was an eternity, our lips break apart and he