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the conversation that’s the kiss of death in the guy/girl dynamic. I resign myself to the mature course of action. Logan and I are going to have to talk about our feelings.
    When I return home from my run, there he is sitting on my front stoop as if I’ve conjured him with my thoughts.
    “Logan, hi.”
    His head lifts, and the sight of him sets off lovely little fireworks under my skin.
    “Hello, Saffron.”
    “So what brings you here?”
    He stands up, and my head tilts back. “Continuing our game is growing too difficult for me.”
    “Game? You mean me trying to break your silence? Pretty sure I won that game.”
    He isn’t touching me, but he’s so close I can feel the heat from his body and can smell the spicy scent that is uniquely Logan. My mouth starts to water. If I take just one step, I’ll be pressed up against him. Will his arms come around me? Will he pull me up against the length of him like he did at Harrington Commons? I’d sell my soul to Satan to make it so.
    When his finger touches my jaw, I almost swoon as lust burns through me. “I am willing to declare you the winner.”
    And then he’s kissing me, that wonderful hot mouth capturing mine. My hands reach for him and his powerful arms draw me closer. His breathing is as erratic as my own when we end the kiss, and my heart slams into my ribs at the lust burning hot in his dark green eyes. He takes a few deep breaths before stepping back.
    “I should go,” he whispers.
    “Why?”
    He doesn’t answer, but then he doesn’t have to because I know what will happen if he stays. So instead of stepping away, I step closer. “Come inside, Logan.”
    Desire, pure and simple, flashes across his face. “Are you sure?”
    “Very.”
    In one smooth move, he lifts me into his arms and carries me into the house. The door has barely closed behind us before we’re all over each other. His mouth is on my neck as my hands grab at his shirt to lift it over his head. The second I see the beauty of his chest, my mouth is on him, my tongue licking that golden skin. He yanks my sports bra up seconds before his mouth closes over my breast and I moan since it’s been too long. I fumble with the snap and zipper of his jeans and then he’s tugging my shorts and panties down my legs before he lifts me into his arms and presses me back against the wall. He touches me and finds me so ready before he shifts his hips and in one magnificent move, he’s buried deep inside of me.
    “Oh God.”
    We freeze, both of us, because we didn’t use protection. He’s about to pull out, but I tighten my legs around him. It’s all the encouragement he needs and he starts to move. I frame his face with my hands and kiss him like I’ll die if I don’t have my mouth on his. As I feel the start of the orgasm, his fingers move between our bodies to stroke me in just the right spot. I fall over the edge, my body splintering apart from the pleasure. His hips don’t stop and he keeps up the relentless pace until he follows after me. My head falls on his shoulder and his arms tighten around me. I wait for the awkward after, the moment that we realize we barely know each other and just had mind-blowing sex up against the wall.
    So when I lift my head, I’m prepared for disappointment, but instead I see a smile that is sexy as hell. “I need more,” he purrs.
    Chills shoot down my body even as a naughty smile curves my lips. “Bedroom’s down the hall.”

CHAPTER FOUR
    “You slept with him?” This bewildered question comes from Gwen as she, Josh, and I sit around her living room during our ladies’ night. Snatching the pillow off the sofa, I cover my face with it to muffle my response.
    “I know, I know.” I try to feel repentant, I truly do, but I can’t. All day, night, and into the very early morning, Logan and I enjoyed each other, and for someone who hasn’t had a sexual encounter since the Bush administration, I feel no guilt. Just thinking about that body, the sexy