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“You didn’t believe in us.” And somehow, that’s worse than if he’d fallen in love with someone else, worse than if he had fallen out of love with me.

But Logan cups my face, stares into my eyes. “I never for once doubted you were it for me, princess. I always believed in you, in our love. But I had to show your parents and the world that I was worthy of you.”

“And now? Do you still feel that way? That you are unworthy of me? Or maybe now I’m unworthy of you…”

“Never. What we had was something that marked me for life.”

“Do you think we still have that? Whatever it was?”

He smiles. “Lightning in a bottle?”

I nod. I’ve never heard it described better. “Something like that.”

“Do I think we still have it? Meredith, I almost made you come without even touching you the other day. And you’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to be with.”

I flush. “Well, just because you want my body?—”

“I wantallof you. Body, soul, heart. All of it.”

“Logan—”

He crushes his mouth to mine, and I can’t speak.

His hands deftly unbutton my blouse, letting my breasts free.

I’ve taken to not wearing a bra because my breasts are so tender.

He cups them immediately, taking my right nipple into his mouth, and I arch my back, clutching at his shirt and ripping buttons off to get us skin to skin.

When my breasts are pressed against his chest, and I’ve crawled into his lap in just my skirt, I feel better, closer to him with his erection pressing up against my core.

I need more.

“What do you want, princess?”

Oh, God, have I said it out loud? But it doesn’t matter anymore.

“I want you. I want you inside me. Always.”

“That’s not feasible, princess.” He chuckles.

I reach between us and grope him through his slacks, and he pants, his mouth open as he thrusts into my hand.

“I don’t care. It’s what I want. Ever since I met you again...”

My fingers move to his buttons, and he groans, helping me unbutton his slacks and free his erection.

“You can’t stop thinking about me?”

“Never.”

“Me either.” His pupils are blown as he looks up at me, throwing his head back when I kiss his throat. “I haven’t gotten you off my mind in months. Ever, if I’m being honest.”

“And you’ve really never been with anyone else?” The idea takes hold of me, and suddenly I’m on fire, burning all over.

I bunch my skirt around my hips and shove my panties to the side, guiding him into me before he answers.

“No.” His voice is raspy and throaty and sexy. “Never. Couldn’t stop comparing them to you.”