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She smiles at me. Her thumb caresses my lips and I kiss it. I’m falling so hard for this girl, and it scares me as much as it excites me.

“I want to. And that right there, what you just said, makes me want it even more. You never pressured me into doing anything I’m not comfortable with. You always let me set the pace and make me feel in control. I want to, Logan.”

There’s such an intensity in the way she looks at me. This timid pixie of a girl is anything but right now.

“I need you, Logan.”

Jesus!If I try to take her now, it will be over before it starts. We’ve been here making out for half of the movie, which I realize is over because the credits are scrolling through the screen on the TV behind her.

She bites her lip in that way I’ve become so accustomed to, and her face pinkens.

“Please?”

She shifts over me and presses herself into my dick and then hides her face in my neck, shy once more. I laugh because really, what other reaction could I have?

“Skye? Let me look at you.”

I lace my hands into the pale blond locks and gently tug her head back. She moans—interesting—and then I tug a little harder. Another moan. She looks at me, and the heat in her eyes tells me what I want to know, but I have to be certain.

“Are you sure?”

“Logan, please, take me to your bed and make love to me.”

She doesn’t have to ask me again. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I take her upstairs and into my bedroom.

Chapter Twenty-Three

I’m so turnedon right now, I’m going to burst if I don’t get Logan inside me right this second. But Logan is in no hurry. He sets me on my feet by the bed. I’m painfully aware of my near-nakedness. My dress pools at my waist, and I can’t help the awkward feeling that washes over me. My arms cross over my chest automatically. I’m so out of my league. I’m not a virgin, but I may as well be with the amount of experience I have. Logan walks backward to the windows, his eyes never leaving me, and closes the curtains. The intensity in his gaze sends shivers up and down my spine.

“No free show for the neighbors,” he says with a smile.

I’m glad he’s thinking of these things because I’m not. He pulls the covers back and tugs my hands free, exposing me to him again. His eyes travel up and down my torso, lingering on my breasts before finding my eyes.

“If you change your mind at any time, tell me.”

“I won’t.”

“Tell me, Skye. As much as I want to fuck you, I also want it to be one hundred percent your choice. If you tell me to stop, I will. No questions asked, and I won’t be mad about it either. Okay?”

“Okay.”

My voice is timid and the complete opposite of how I want to be right now. I need him to take charge. I need him to be in control because I don’t know how to ask for what I want. I don’t have the confidence to speak up.

His hands go to my waist, and he works the dress over my hips and down my legs. It falls to the floor. Blue fabric pools around our bare feet. His hands move to his own jeans next. The sound of the zipper is muted by my thundering heart. He sheds the pants but keeps the boxer briefs on. We stand there for a minute in nothing but underwear. Logan steps back and takes me with him. Skin to skin, breath to breath, lips to lips, mouths open, tongues tasting each other. Hands take charge and travel, discovering, feeling, enticing. It’s both hurried and painfully slow, too much and not enough.

He picks me up and brings me to the bed. Cool sheets meet my heated skin. Logan’s body covers mine. So many contrasts. I’m simultaneously cold and on fire. Everywhere his skin touches me, it burns. I crave the burn.

His mouth finds my neck, and he kisses a trail down to my chest. Lips and hands follow a path to my breasts. Logan nibbles and licks at my nipples. I hold on to his arms, muscles flexing under my fingers, and I love the feel of them. I touch him everywhere I can reach. I can’t get enough of his skin under my fingertips. He presses into me, and his hardness soothes the sweet ache between my legs, but it’s not enough. My hips move up, trying to find release. Logan obliges, grinding into me. The room is alive with the sounds of a song as old as time—moans, grunts, loud breaths, and low curses fill the empty spaces between our lips and bodies.

His body slides down mine, and a trail of kisses across my stomach follows. He stops right over my sex, his breath hot and wet on me. His eyes find mine, asking for permission yet again. The clear blue has turned into indigo.

“Yes, Logan, yes.”

My voice is so husky, I barely recognize it as my own.

With a chuckle, he slides my panties down my legs and drops them to the floor. I’m completely naked now. Logan sits back on his heels and takes me in. I expected to feel shy and want to cover myself, but I don’t. I thrive in the way he looks at me. He makes me feel beautiful and perfect. His gaze washes away all of my flaws and insecurities.

My body floats in lightness, and at least for now, free of the weight of uncertainty and years of thinking of myself as the ugly duckling. Right in this moment, I’m more than a swan. I’m a Phoenix, reborn from the ashes of my old self.