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And then he snapped.

Logan grabbed my arms and spun me around, his firm chest against my back. His hand drifted to my breast, softly kneading it as his other hand slid down my stomach, down my thighs, and then up again.

“Mine,” he growled, and I shivered at the sensation of his breath caressing my skin.

His arms tightened around my waist, and then he was lifting me up, moving me so that his hard cock could rub against my ass.

I whimpered as he set me down, leaning over me as one of his hands slid between my legs, caressing my clit through my already soaked panties. He rubbed harder, and I squirmed as the pleasure consumed me. His other hand went back to my breast, pinching my nipple beneath the thin lace.

“Logan,” I gasped.

“I couldn’t make up this body, even in my wildest dreams, Sloane. I’m convinced you were made just for me,” he said. I melted against him, loving the feeling of him surrounding me. I cried out as his fingers continued to work my breast, kneading and pulling at my nipples while his other hand applied just the right amount of pressure to my clit.

“I want you. Take me to bed,” I whimpered, feeling out of my mind as an orgasm built inside me.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he bit out, scooping me into his arms and walking down the hallway to his bedroom. My heels fell to the wooden floor with a clatter as we moved.

“Wrap your legs around me,” Logan ordered as he stopped halfway down the hall and shifted me so I could obey. He slid me down his abdomen, his huge dick sliding against my core.

“Ohh,” I panted as he started walking again. His cock was rubbing against my clit with each step as his tongue slid down my neck.

“Logan. This is—” I tried to say, but every step felt better, until I was on the verge of coming just from the movement.

I was almost over the edge when we reached the bed, and I whined when he stopped walking.

“Look at me,” he ordered, and my eyes flashed to his as he stared at me unwaveringly, something that almost resembled madness lurking in his gaze.

Or maybe…that was just love.

Since I met him, I was starting to understand—the two could feel the same.

He pulled me against his dick, rolling his hips in a way that showed exotic dancers evidently had nothing on hot hockey players. Like he had the ability to read my mind, he somehow stopped each time I was about to climax, until my cries were filling the room because I was so desperate for him.

Considering I’d never had a partner who could make me come…this felt far too easy for him. I was starting to think that Logan York had magical powers.

“Please,” I begged, my voice desperate and needy.

I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life. His words echoed in my head, a mimicry for how I was feeling.

He slowly slid me down his body until my feet hit the floor. Still staring, he ripped his shirt off, leaving me momentarily stunned as I gaped at him.

I’d never get used to this level of perfection. Every time I saw him, it felt life changing.

Smooth, taut skin stretched over sculpted, tattooed, chiseled muscle. As I stared at his defined abs, I remembered that I’d wanted to lick them the first time I’d seen them.

Now seemed as good a time as any.

He watched, his hands slowing at his belt as I leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his chest before my tongue dipped out and slid across his skin.

“Sloane,” he breathed.

“I want totaste,” I told him, and his eyes glimmered.

“Just for a second. Ineedto be inside you.” There was a feral edge to his voice that had me dripping for him.

My tongue dipped down his chest, and I traced each ab, just how I wanted, worshiping every inch of his sculpted form.

“My turn,” he purred, picking me up and dropping me on the bed. A second later, my bra was snapped, my panties were gone, and I was spread out before him, completely naked.