Page 124 of Logan

The blanket slips from my shoulders, forgotten, leaving me in just my thin tank top and panties. But I can’t bring myself to care, not when Logan is kissing me like he wants to crawl inside me, like he wants to devour me whole.

My mind goes blank, just like he promised. All I can focus on is the hard press of his body against my soft curves, the hotslide of his mouth over mine, the electric blue of his eyes, so clear and intense I feel like I can see straight into his soul.

Fuck.

I wrench myself away, planting my hands on his chest and shoving him back. He’s doing it again, scrambling my brain, making me forget why I’m angry, why I ran.

His gaze rakes over my body, molten with barely restrained hunger. I can see the struggle on his face as he drags his eyes back to mine, his jaw clenched tight. I snatch my discarded t-shirt from the chair and yank it over my head, needing the flimsy barrier between us.

“Don’t distract me with kisses.” I jab a finger at him. “You sent me into a porn career! This is all your fault. Did you know the most searched term in the US is Creampie?”

“Porn career?” He narrows his eyes, confusion flickering over his features. “What the hell are you talking about?” He takes a step closer, trying to bridge the distance between us again.

I throw up a hand, halting his advance. “Don’t come any closer. I can’t think straight when you’re near me.”

His eyes narrow to slits, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “You can blame me for whatever you want, hate me all you like, but you can’t ask me to stay away from you. That’s the one thing I won’t do. I can’t be apart from you, Sloane. Not anymore.”

He takes another step until his chest bumps against my palm. My breath hitches, my pulse kicking into overdrive. I feel the heat of him through his shirt, the play of muscle beneath my fingertips.

Traitorous body. Don’t leave me hanging out to dry here.

“You left me to sit across from Liam and watch that mortifying video. He saw me naked, Logan. The humiliation—”To my horror, fresh tears well in my eyes, my voice cracking on a sob.

“I know, baby.” He takes another step until he’s a hair’s breadth away, close enough that I can feel the whisper of his breath on my skin.

His eyes are hazy, the blue consumed by the black of his pupils as I stare up at him, drowning in his gaze. I don’t move, don’t resist as he closes the final distance between us.

“Believe me, I would never do that to you on purpose. I got called away to Dallas to handle an emergency with a deal. I was there all day. I didn’t know until Liam filled me in after I landed. I had no idea about the video, I swear it.”

He takes one more step, and then I’m in his arms again, sobbing into his chest as he strokes my hair, murmuring soft words of comfort.

I lift my head, swiping at the damp patch I’ve left on his expensive suit. “I’m ruining your clothes.”

“Fuck the clothes, Sloane. Look at me.” He tilts my chin up, forcing my gaze to his. “I didn’t know about the video. I never would have left you to deal with that alone. You have to believe me. I can’t lose you. You want me to beg? I’ll fucking beg.”

He sinks to his knees in front of me, his hands on my hips, and my eyes go wide with shock.

“I have to say, the view from down here is pretty spectacular.” His gaze is locked on the juncture of my thighs, a wicked gleam in his eye. “I’ll happily worship at this altar every day, Sloane.”

He leans forward and places a kiss right over my covered mound, his lips hot even through the thin cotton.

I suck in a sharp breath, my knees nearly buckling. “Whatare you doing? Get up.” I grab his arms and haul him back to his feet, my face flaming.

“I need you to believe me, to know that I would never hide behind you, never leave you to face the consequences alone. I’m not a coward, Sloane. I’ll do anything?—”

“I believe you,” I blurt out, the words tumbling free before I can stop them.

His eyes are bright with emotion, raw and honest in a way I’ve never seen. It staggers me, the depth of feeling swirling in those blue depths.

He blinks. “What?”

“I believe you,” I repeat, stronger this time.

“Really? You just...believe me? Just like that?”

I nod, hardly believing it myself. But I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. It’s like I can feel the truth of it in my bones, in the steady thump of my heart. Logan isn’t lying.

I meet his gaze head-on, my voice quiet but resolute. “If I find out you’re lying to me, there’s no coming back from that. But yes, I believe you.”