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Logan’s lips were surprisingly soft. He tasted like whiskey and confidence, desire edged with danger.
His hand slid into my hair, gathering the strands at my nape. When his tongue traced the seam of my lips, a whimper slipped out before I could stop it. He took it as an invitation instantly.
He dove in, licking inside my mouth with a fervor that rattled something in my chest.
I fisted the lapel of his suit jacket and yanked him closer. He was still too far. I needed all of him.
This wasn’t a gentle kiss. It wasn’t sweet or careful.
It was a claim. A takeover.
There was no coming back from it. No one had ever kissed me with this kind of force, this kind of hunger.
I doubt anyone ever will.
Logan was making damn sure I understood exactly who I belonged to.
Our tongues met in
