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The rumble of the engine beneath us seems to vibrate through my bones as I tease him, feeling powerful in a way that only comes from making a man like Logan lose his carefully maintained control.

His thighs tense beneath my touch, and I can't help but smile against the rough denim, knowing exactly what I'm doing to him.

The engine hums beneath us, tires gripping the curve of the mountain road as I trail my fingers over the thick ridge beneath his jeans.

Logan swears under his breath.

“Emma…”

His voice is rough. Warning and want, all tangled up in that low, lethal growl I crave.

But I don’t stop.

I can’t .

Not when he’s sitting here like a damn fantasy plucked from a shelf in my bookshop. One hand clenched on the wheel, jaw flexing, chest rising in shallow breaths.

The tension rolling off him is almost as thick as the bulge I’m palming with slow, deliberate pressure.

His cock is hard. Heavy. Straining beneath the denim.

“You okay, babe?” I tease, my fingers already working the button of his jeans. “You look a little… distracted.”

“Stop teasing, Coffee Witch.”

I smile wickedly. “Worth it?”

He hisses out a breath as I ease the zipper down, freeing him from the confines of his jeans. His cock springs free, already thick, flushed and leaking at the tip.

My mouth waters at the delicious sight of it.

“You're worth every damn second,” he grits out, eyes fixed on the road like it’s the only thing keeping him sane.

I lean over the console, lifting his shirt slightly as my lips brush over his abs, tasting the salt of his skin as I work my way lower.

His muscles clench beneath my mouth, and when I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, his hips twitch in response.

“Shit,” he groans, knuckles going white on the wheel.

I take my time. Drag my tongue along the thick vein pulsing beneath the shaft. The engine rumbles around us as I tease the head of his cock with slow, featherlight licks, tasting him until his whole body is vibrating with tension.

“Emma… fuck, baby…”

“Eyes on the road, mister,” I purr, then take him into my mouth.

His reaction is immediate.

His hips jerk, the truck wobbling as he tightens his grip on the wheel, fighting for control.

“Christ. Emma… you’re gonna get us killed.”

I hum around him in response, letting the vibration travel through his cock like a shockwave. He groans at the feeling. A deep, guttural sound that goes straight to my heated pussy.

I hollow my cheeks, sucking harder, sliding him deeper into my throat.

“Holy—shit—” Logan’s voice is strangled, breath coming in fast, uneven gasps. “Fuck, baby. You’ve got… no idea what you’re doing to me.”

Wrong.

I know exactly what I’m doing.

And I fucking love it.

I tighten my grip, bobbing my head in a slow rhythm, lips gliding over thick, hot flesh as his breathing turns ragged. His thighs flex, his hand leaving the gearshift to grip the edge of the seat like he’s anchoring himself.

When I glance up, his face is a masterpiece of restraint. Eyes flicking between the road and me, jaw clenched, sweat beading at his temple.

I take him deeper, sinking all the way down. Right until my nose brushes the soft skin at the base and my throat almost chokes at the pressure of his hardness pressing deep inside my mouth.

“Emma—fuck—fuck, baby, I’m close. Gonna come…”

I moan around him, and that’s it.

His body shudders, his cock pulsing in my mouth as he spills into me, groaning my name like a prayer torn straight from his soul.

It's salty and thick, nothing like I ever expected. Still, I swallow every drop greedily, letting my tongue tease his sensitive tip until he’s twitching with overstimulation.

“Jesus Christ, ” he breathes, easing off the gas just enough to guide the truck to a wide shoulder.

The tires crunch against gravel as he throws it into park and I lean back in the seat, wiping at the corners of my mouth.

The second we’re still, he grabs me.

His hand fists in my shirt as he hauls me across the console, dragging me into his lap. His mouth crashes onto mine in a kiss that's hot, needy and messy.

“You drive me insane,” he mutters between kisses, voice still hoarse. “I’ve never met a woman who could make me this fucking crazy.”

I straddle his thighs, breathless, flushed, my hands braced against his chest as he trails kisses down my throat.

“That's good. Because I feel super powerful right now,” I tease, grinning against his jaw. “Like I could conquer the whole damn mountain.”

“You already have,” he rasps, kissing me again, softer now. “You’re fearless, you know that?”

“Only with you,” I whisper.

"You can do anything you want, Emma. To me, to this whole world. You're incredible."

"Logan—"

"I mean it. You deserve that café at the arena. You deserve Chapter and Grind and all it's success. You're incredible, you truly are."

And for once—maybe the first time ever—I don't immediately try to dismiss the compliment.

My whole life, I've been the one who dreams too big. The impractical Carter daughter with her head in the clouds. Mom's gentle disappointment. Melanie's patronizing smiles. The whispers around town when I sank my savings into a rundown storefront that everyone said would fail within six months.

But Logan says I'm incredible like it's just a fact.

Like the sky is blue and water is wet and Emma Carter is someone worth believing in.

"You really think so?" I whisper, my fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw.

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." His eyes hold mine, unwavering. "I've watched you, Emma. How you treat every customer like they matter. How you remember every ridiculous coffee order. How you slip extra cookies to those college kids who camp out studying all day."

His thumb brushes my cheek, and I lean into his touch.

For once, I don't argue. Don't deflect with a joke or change the subject. I just let his words sink in, let myself absorb them like water after a drought.

He rests his forehead against mine, both of us still catching our breath.

“We’re never making it to the cabin at this rate,” he mutters.

“Then pull over again,” I smirk. “I’m sure we can find more… scenic views.”

Logan chuckles, deep and low. “Keep that up, and I will find a campsite right here.”

My heart stutters, heat blooming everywhere.

“Okay,” I whisper, pressing one last kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Drive, Hockey God. But don’t go too fast.”

He grins, straightening behind the wheel, hand gripping my thigh again as I settle back into the passenger seat.

“Not a chance. I plan on savoring every minute this weekend.”