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Then he pushed his gift toward me, suddenly looking more hesitant. “So, funny story—I actually went in looking for a physics book…”

I unwrapped it carefully, revealing a copy ofThe Physics of Starlight. My eyes widened. “Oh wow, I’ve been wanting to read this! A bunch of people in my contemporary lit class wouldn’t shut up about it.”

“Yeah?” The relief in his voice was adorable. “I, uh, actually opened it up to write something inside and realized it wasn’t the kind of book I thought it was and panicked at first. Then read some reviews and thought it sounded like something you might like and... yeah.”

I flipped open the cover, finding his inscription:To my favorite physics wizard. Thanks for helping me see stars. Love, Joshua.

“Josh…” My throat felt tight.

He shifted closer, fingers drumming nervously on his knee. “Is it okay? I mean, I know it’s not actually about physics, which was kind of the whole point when I first saw it, but?—”

I cut him off with a kiss, just like he’d done to me earlier, one hand curling around the back of his neck while the other still clutched the book. Josh made a soft sound of surprise before melting into it, his hands settling warm on my thighs.

“So you like it?” he murmured against my lips.

“I love it.”I love you, I almost added, the words pressing against my chest before I swallowed them back. Instead, I set the book carefully aside and tugged him closer.

“You know what else I love?”

“What’s that?”

“The way your eyes light up behind your glasses when you’re excited about something.” He slid them off my face, setting them aside. “Like right now.”

I exhaled a self-conscious laugh that turned into a sharp inhale as his mouth tracked lower, finding that spot below my ear that always made me shiver. “I’m not excited.”

“No?” His breath was warm against my neck. “Could’ve fooled me.”

His hands slid up my thighs, and I let him guide me back until I was lying on the floor, the glow from the fire throwing shadows across his face as he leaned over me. In the back ground, the last notes of “Orinoco Flow” faded away, but I barely noticed, too caught up in the way Josh was looking at me.

16

JOSH

My breath caught as I gazed down at Logan splayed on the floor. Suddenly he hooked a leg around my waist and flipped our positions. He pressed me into the carpet with a wicked grin I was still getting used to seeing on his face.

“God, I fucking love when you do that,” I managed, my hands finding his hips as he straddled me. The way he took control like this—it got me every time.

“Do what?” He rocked against me, making us both groan. The firelight caught in his eyes, dark and intent without his glasses, and fuck if that didn’t do things to me. He kept finding new ways to wreck me.

“Take what you want.”

Instead of replying, he caught my mouth in a searing kiss, grinding down against me in a way that made my brain short circuit and my dick twitch. I arched into him, desperate for more friction, but he pulled back just enough to keep me chasing the contact.

“Fucking tease,” I groaned as he nipped at my jaw. “You’re as frustrating as one of those damn projectile problems sometimes.”

“You said you like it,” he reminded me and sat back, running his hands under my shirt. “Off,” he commanded, tugging at my shirt and I immediately complied, lifting up so he could pull it over my head.

The second my arms were free, I surged up, wrapping one arm around Logan’s waist while my other hand tangled in his hair. “My turn,” I growled against his throat, and felt him full-body shiver as I sucked a mark into his skin like some territorial going-away present. His hips jerked against mine, but he didn’t push me away, just tilted his head to give me better access, gasping as I worked my way down his neck.

He slid his hand between us, fumbling with my belt. “These, too.”

I nipped at his collarbone. “Yours first.”

For a moment, we were just a tangle of hands and desperate movements, both trying to undress each other without breaking contact. His shirt caught on his arms, and he cursed, making me laugh. He shut me up with another dizzying kiss.

When I finally managed to wrench my pant leg from my ankle, and we were both naked, Logan shifted against me, the hot slide of his cock against mine making us both suck in a breath. I grasped his hips, guiding his movements as we rocked against each other. Of all the mind-blowing shit we’d done with each other since that first night, feeling his cock gliding against mine still fucked me up in the best of ways.

Every brush of his skin sent electricity charging through me. When he reached between us to wrap his hand around both our cocks, I clamped down on my lip to keep from coming right then. I was still working that out, too. I’d never had a fast trigger in my life. Until Logan.