“Logan…” I moaned when his mouth covered my breast over the lace and, after a hard suck, released it with a devious smirk.

“You want me to show you—show you how good it can be?” His voice was thick and rough, and it thundered right through me.

“Yes. Show me,” I begged with a longing I couldn’t control.

His eyes darkened and his body slid down, rubbing over mine in the process. His palm rested on my abdomen, holding me still as his mouth moved down and landed over my hip.

I moaned a deep, needy hum. His tongue swirled across my abs again and again, circling my bellybutton and causing my hips to lift off the bed. He held me down and rolled to the side, lying half over me, half on the mattress.

He had me panting with desire, and there was no coming back from it.

With bated breath, I was locked on watching his every move. His lips kissed farther down to the hem of my panties and then back up, teasing me.

“Show you like this?” He words were nothing but a clipped rumble as he hooked a finger under my panties and tugged the thin lace fabric between his fingers.

My heart thundered, stomach turning, until he spoke again.

“Yes,” I moaned, squirming with desire.

His tongue dipped into my bellybutton, one hand kneading my breast. The other slid fully into my panties, stroking my needy sex. My head fell back onto the pillow, my body nothing but shudders and pleas.

“Oh, God, Logan!”

My toes curled. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before—completely unexpected—as he massaged my breasts, then leaned up and placed his lips over mine, kissing my lips with a confident ease, aware of what he was doing to me, while his other hand caressed between my legs.

“I know you feel this. You feel me giving you this pleasure—no one else but me. You want more?” he asked, his lips sliding to my cheek, where he placed the sweetest peck.

His thumb ravaged my pleasure point and my hands wrapped around him, nails digging into his back. It had been so long. The massive spring inside me tightened to a point that was nearly painful. I couldn’t handle it. My clammy hands tore up his back and buried themselves in his hair.

“Yes! Logan, please!”

I was lost to something primal and foreign—something I thought I’d experienced so many times before, but it was never like this.

“Let it go. I’m here…trust me. I’ll always be the one to give you what you need.”

My body began pulsating, stomach tight and hard, until my breath caught and my body exploded over his hand. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, and the screams that rang out of me weren’t my own.

They couldn’t be. It wasn’t like me to feel…that.

Bucking my hips forward one last time, I lay there breathless, covered in a sheen of sweet, gasping for air to replenish my winded lungs.

The grin on my face brought a sweet, boyish laugh from the man who quite literally blew my mind. He rolled over to his side and propped himself up on one elbow, watching me.

“You’re so beautiful, sleepy, and satisfied,” he said, raking his hand up from my sex and running his thumb over his bottom lip before depositing it into his mouth.

I flushed, struggling for breath. “Not completely satisfied.”

“You need more?” he asked, head tilted to the side, observing me carefully. “So do I. I need your trust, your heart, and your soul. I want you to be mine completely.”

“Then take me.”

He rolled back over me, putting us in the same position we were earlier, his nose brushing back and forth over mine. “Tell me you believe I’ll never want another—nobody ever but you.”

I swallowed, unsure how to answer in my aroused state.

“I want you. Nothing else matters. Not now. Take me. Take what you want.”

His head fell forward, my nostrils hit with the intoxicating scent of a beachy day. Whatever shampoo he used, I would never forget that smell. It was so unique and clean.

When he looked back up with an unexpected grin, I couldn’t help but smile in return, unsure what had brought it on.

“You sure know how to work a determined man, sweetheart.” His thoughtful features softened, his grin melting into a soft, easy smile. “Don’t ever lose that strength. I adore you for it.”

Slowly, his lips lowered over mine, and after one lingering peck, he rolled back to his side.

“And you once called me a tease,” I said with a head shake and soft breath of laughter, staring at the darkness above us.

“You were never a tease—merely a goddess I was unworthy of.”

He really needed to stop with the sweet talk.

Silence hung over us while I found my breath and closed my eyes, my arousal fading as quickly as it had materialized. My thoughts erupted with the uncontrollable desire to lick my lips, taste him, and savor it. Yet with his eyes on me, my mind sunk into the depths of a reality I could no longer deny. What had happened? Was it real? Did I imagine him giving me so much pleasure?

My mind raced with images of rolling over onto him and forcing him to give me what I want—to finish it. Force him to take what I knew he wanted. But I didn’t. I knew that look on his face. The ball was in his court, and for the night we’d keep it there. He looked relaxed—happy—and I didn’t want to change that. His happiness lightened my entire body.

I needed to either change gears quickly or get up and leave, and the second option was unbearable to think about. My body was already half asleep—or, more accurately, coming down from a high and not willing to move.

“I thought Caleb owned the building,” I said, thankful for something to talk about.

“We’re partners in it,” he replied casually.

“Partners?” I rolled my head to the side, brows knit together, staring at him looking at me with an easy smile.

“Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yes. I thought you met him after you moved here.”

Logan chuckled and shook his head once. “No.”

My curiosity was now fully piqued.

“Three years ago.”

Three years ago? What?

Then it clicked.

“You’ve known Caleb for three years?” Interesting…someone who might have a clue what the elusive Caleb had been doing while he was away.

He nodded with that same sweet smile that begged for me to return one, and I did.

“Why didn’t I know this?” I asked, rolling further to my side to better face him, eager to hear what he had to say.

“You never asked.”

“I just assumed that—”

“Well, you know what they say about assuming.”

“Ha ha.” I rolled my eyes, but my smile never faded. “So how did you guys meet?”

“I kicked his ass.”

My eyes widened, my body shaking with laughter.

“You kicked his ass?” I said through the images in my thoughts. With another chuckle, I covered my mouth with my hand. “Why?”

“I love seeing you laugh. I didn’t realize how much I missed that.”

With my eyes locked on his, I swallowed and found my words. “Why did you feel the need to harm Caleb?” I asked, changing the subject.

Logan tucked his arm under his pillow, his gaze never leaving mine. “He was out on a date with Julia.”