Page 108 of Logan

Oh God. My eyes flutter closed as he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of my throat, his teeth scraping gently, teasingly over my racing pulse. I know I should stop this, that I should step back and be the voice of reason... But my body has other ideas.

Almost of their own accord, my hands come up to tanglein his hair, silky strands sliding between my fingers as I tug him closer. A low groan escapes him, and I feel it vibrate against my skin, making me shiver.

“You drive me crazy,” he mumbles against my collarbone, his hands settling hot and heavy on my hips, thumbs rubbing maddening circles. “The way you smell, the way you taste, the little sounds you make when I touch you just right...”

As if to prove his point, he nips at the junction of my neck and shoulder, soothing the sting with his tongue, and I can’t bite back the breathy moan that escapes me. Pleasure zings through me, hot and bright, pooling molten in my core.

I feel dizzy, drunk on sensation, on the heat and hardness of him pressed against me. It would be so easy to just give in, to let him hitch my leg over his hip and take what we both so desperately want.

But some small, stubborn part of my brain is still clinging to sanity, still aware of our surroundings, our situation. With an effort, I bring my hands to his chest and push gently, creating a sliver of space between us.

Logan lifts his head to look at me, his eyes glazed and slightly unfocused. “Sloane?” There’s a note of uncertainty, of vulnerability in the way he says my name that makes my heart clench.

“I want you,” I admit, my voice husky with desire. “God, Logan, I want you so much I can hardly breathe. But...” I take a shuddering breath, trying to gather my scattered wits. “I’m here with Johnny. I came with him. It’s not right. I’m not a cheater. And you, you only want sex from me.”

“Sloane.” He grips my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. “I don’t just want sex. What can I say to convince you? I want all of you, your beautiful and clever head, with thebrilliant ideas. I want the long conversations, the funny nonsense. And I won’t lie, the sex too. You deserve someone who will worship you and spoil you, and also someone who will fuck you the way you like it.”

“And you’re that someone?” I miss our conversations, too, the days we spent together. Everything flowed so easily. I felt comfortable around him. He always listened to every word I said and didn’t run away screaming when I talked about computers and technology. And the sex… The sex, was divine.

“Yes. I see how your body reacts, how your nipples harden and your skin shivers. You know I’m that someone. Your body already knows.”

I gaze into his eyes, bright even in the dim light of the storage room. My body tingles. It remembers every moment and every touch. He’s right, damn it, my body is attuned to him. I nod.

“I need to talk to Johnny first and explain before we start anything. It’s only fair.”

“Does that mean yes?”

“Yes.” I bite my lower lip.

“So, can I see you after the event? After you...” He swallows heavily. “Talk to him?”

I close my eyes. “I’ll call you after I finish things with him.”

“Please don’t make me wait much longer, Sloane. I can’t take it.” With that, he retrieves the key, then turns and strides to the door, unlocking it and holding it open for me. I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself, before I step out into the brightly lit hallway.

The rest of the night passes in a blur. I make small talk,smile and laugh at jokes I barely hear. My mind is consumed with thoughts of Logan, of his hands and his mouth and the heat in his eyes when he looks at me.

I’m so distracted I barely notice when Johnny sidles up to me, two fresh drinks in hand. “Having fun?” he asks, passing me another glass of champagne.

I take it automatically, gulping a too-large sip. The bubbles tickle my nose, and I fight back a sneeze. “Mm-hmm,” I hum.

Johnny studies me, a small frown marring his brow. “You’ve been weird all night,” he observes. “Distant. Did something happen with your boss?”

I nearly choke on my champagne. If only he knew. “No,” I say, too quickly and too loudly. “No, everything’s fine. Tired, that’s all.”

Johnny looks at me through narrowed eyes. “Did you just fuck him?”

“What? No. Why would you ask that?”

“You’re all flushed and weird. Did you just fuck him, Sloane?” He moves closer, and for a moment, he doesn’t look like the guy who took care of me when I was sick, but threatening.

“No. He’s my boss.”

“Tell the truth.”

“That is the truth. We just talked.”

“You’re lying. I don’t know what that was, but I’m sure it wasn’t related to the product you developed.” He twists his mouth.