The pale, filtered light of a Chicago dawn crept through the towering floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, cutting through the shadows of the master bedroom.
I woke up entirely paralyzed.
My body was locked flush against Logan’s chest, his massive, heavily muscled arm draped over my waist like an iron bar. He was dead to the world, his deep, rhythmic breathing vibrating directly against my bare back. I lay completely still, staring blankly at the cream-colored linen sheets, my mind waking up long before my muscles dared to move.
The haze of the previous night had cleared, leaving behind a cold, brutal clarity.
Every single inch of my skin felt tender, branded by the memory of his rough palms, his demanding mouth, and the stinging heat he had left on my thighs and ass. But the phy
