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Chapter Twelve

Logan

G oddammit.

I rub a hand over my jaw, trying to keep my shit together as I look at the clock.

The problem is, I’m done with waiting. I’ve been patient. I’ve been good .

But now?

Now I want. No… I need her.

Mrs. Henderson finally pays, rambling something about book club nights and tea recommendations. She's been here for almost an hour, but still, Emma just nods politely and listens to every rambling word.

But I see the way her fingers keep twitching, like she’s just as restless as I am.

The second the old woman steps out, the doorbell tinkling in her wake, I’m across the room. I don’t even think about it. I just move like my skates are still locked around my ankles and the floor is slickened ice.

Emma’s standing by the register, looking a little dazed. I glance at the darkening sky outside the café and flick the sign to “Closed” and lock the door.

She watches me, wide-eyed, lips parted like she’s about to say something.

I don’t give her the chance. The second I swarm back over to surround her body, my hands find her waist, dragging her hard against me.

“Logan—”

I don’t let her finish.

I crush my mouth against hers, and she melts instantly. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, pulling me closer.

Jesus Christ, I’ve never needed someone like this.

I press her against the counter, my hands skimming down to her hips, pulling her flush against me so she can feel just how hard I am for her.

She gasps into my mouth, and I take advantage, slipping my tongue inside, tasting her like I’ve been dying to all damn day.

Her fingers are in my hair, tugging, and that little desperate sound she makes when I bite her lower lip just about undoes me. I can’t help it. I growl, low and rough, and lift her onto the counter, wedging myself between her thighs as she moans into my mouth, the sound tasting so fucking sweet.

She shivers, wrapping her legs around my waist, dragging me even closer. I trail my mouth down her jaw, sucking on that spot just under her ear that makes her squirm.

“Been thinking about this all fucking day,” I murmur, nibbling and sucking down her neck.

Emma’s hands are everywhere. She starts at my chest, my shoulders, sliding under my shirt to stroke over my skin.

“Me too,” she whispers, breath hitching when I nip at her throat.

My control’s hanging by a thread. I want to take my time, but the way she’s grinding against me, soft little noises escaping her mouth, has me about to lose it.

I slide a hand up her side, fingers skimming just under her shirt. Her skin’s so warm, and when I drag my thumb over the curve of her waist, she shudders.

“Logan...”

I force myself to pull back just enough to look at her, my thumb brushing over her lips. “Tell me you want this.”

She doesn’t hesitate. “I want you. So much.”

That’s it. That’s all I need.

I lift her off the counter, and she yelps, hands clinging to my shoulders as I carry her to the small seating area in the back. I drop into the armchair with her straddling my lap, and she immediately shifts, rocking against the hard length stretching my jeans.

“Fuck,” I growl, hands finding her hips and guiding her movements.

She’s breathless, flushed, her hands cupping my face as she leans down to kiss me again, slow and so fucking deep, like she’s savoring every second.

My hand slips under her shirt, palming the soft curve of her breast through her bra. She arches into me as my thumb finds her nipple, gasping my name like it’s the only word she knows.

It’s messy and hot, and I’m half-crazy with the need to feel her bare skin against mine.

But I won't rush this.

Not when I’ve wanted her for so long.

Emma’s still straddling me, her lips swollen and flushed, her body all soft and warm against mine. I can’t stop kissing her, tasting her gasps, dragging my hands up her back just to feel more of her bare skin.

But reality of where we are seeps in through the fog of lust. The wide windows, the dim glow of the streetlamps outside, and the way anyone walking by could see her draped across my lap like this.

Fuck that.

I drag my mouth away from hers, sucking in a breath.

“Upstairs,” I rasp, voice rough with need.

Her eyes widen, and I can see the way her pupils are blown, her chest heaving. “What?”

I tighten my grip on her waist, barely holding back the urge to throw her over my shoulder like a goddamn caveman. “You're too exposed down here. Need you upstairs, where only my eyes get to see you.”

She hesitates, just for a second, but when I haul her to her feet, guiding her back with my hands on her hips, she doesn’t resist.

We barely make it to the stairs before I’ve got her pinned against the wall, my mouth devouring hers, my hands sliding up under her shirt.

She’s all breathy moans and eager hands, clawing at my shoulders, gripping my muscles.

I’m just trying to hold back enough to make it up the damn stairs.

I force myself to pull away, giving her a look that leaves no room for argument.

“Go,” I order, swatting her ass with a firm slap that sounds like heaven to my ears.

She shivers, and I don’t miss the way her lips curl into a wicked little smile.

“ Ooooh , he's bossy, too,” she teases, backing up the stairs with me crowding her the whole way.

The second we make it to her small upstairs apartment, I kick the door shut behind us.

My hands are on her again, tugging her shirt over her head and tossing it to the floor. I barely give her a chance to catch her breath before I’m backing her up to the bed.

She’s laughing and it’s such a fucking beautiful sound that it just makes me want her more.

I push her down, guiding her until she’s sprawled out on the mattress, her hair splayed over the pillows. My body follows, and I crawl over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other slides down to trace the line of her waist.

“I can't believe we're doing this,” she breathes, her eyes locked on mine.

I nuzzle her neck, sucking a bruise into that spot just below her jaw, and her legs part to let me settle between them.

“You better believe it. You have no idea what you do to me,” I murmur against her skin. "You'll be fucking lucky if I ever stop."

Her hips buck up, brushing against my hard cock through the layers of our jeans, and I can’t help the groan that rumbles in my chest.

“Need to taste you,” I mutter, already working the button on her jeans. “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.”

Her cheeks flush, and she bites her lip. “You have?”

“Fuck yes,” I growl, dragging the denim down her legs, exposing smooth, creamy skin inch by inch.

I toss them aside, not giving a damn where they land. Her panties are a soft, pale pink lace, and when my hungry eyes lock on the center, I see they're already damp.

I run my hands up her thighs, spreading them wider as I nudge her knees apart. Her breath hitches, and she squirms, her hands fisting the sheets.

I lean down, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee.

“You’re so damn perfect,” I growl, nipping my way up her thigh.

The scent of her arousal is making my head spin, and I bury my face between her legs, breathing her in through the soaked fabric.

When I drag my tongue over the wet spot on her panties, she gasps, her hips lifting off the bed.

“Oh… Logan—”

“Shh,” I murmur, gripping her thighs to hold her in place. “Gonna make you feel good, baby.”

I hook my fingers under the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her legs slow, savoring every inch of bare skin I reveal.

When I finally peel the fabric away, I have to bite back a groan.

Her pussy is a vision I'll never forget. Glistening, flushed a deep, needy pink, and drenched with delicious arousal. Her slick folds part under my thumbs, and I take my time spreading her open, savoring the way her swollen lips sparkle in the low light.

Her tight entrance flexes when the cool air brushes against her, a flutter that makes my cock throb. I drag my gaze over every inch of her pussy, committing every piece of it to memory.

Wet, soft, and so fucking inviting.

It's like she’s just begging to be tasted. I can’t hold back.

I lower my mouth, tongue flicking out to trace her slit, and the way she pulses under my touch makes me groan, my hands gripping her thighs to hold her steady as I take my first long, greedy taste.

“Fuck,” I growl, the vibration of my chest making her moan.

I can’t resist leaning in again, dragging my tongue through her folds, dipping into her tight cunt, tasting her properly.

She lets out a strangled moan, her hands flying to my hair, tugging hard. I grip her thighs tighter, holding her open as I feast on her, lapping up every drop of slickness.

Her hips jerk up, and I press my tongue against her clit, swirling slowly, teasing until her thighs start to tremble.

“God, you taste so fucking good,” I mutter, sucking her clit between my lips.

Her breathy cries are driving me wild, but I don’t stop, not even when she’s panting my name, her back arching off the bed.

I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she nearly screams. Her legs clamp around my head, but I just grin against her pussy, thrusting my fingers while my tongue flicks over that sensitive bundle of nerves.

She’s so tight around my fingers, and I can feel her getting closer, her walls fluttering around me. I focus on her clit, licking and sucking, speeding up as her moans get louder.

“Logan—oh God—YES!”

Her whole body tenses, and then she’s coming, soaking my mouth, her thighs trembling as I keep licking her through it. I don’t let up, pushing her higher, dragging her orgasm out until she’s gasping for breath.

When she finally goes limp, I ease off, pressing soft kisses to the inside of her thighs.

With a throbbing ache between my legs, I crawl up her body, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and capture her lips in a messy, desperate kiss.

She’s still panting, her hands sliding up my back, and I smirk down at her, brushing my nose against hers. “You okay?”