Chapter Seventy-Three
Trina’s POV
I know I shouldn’t be kissing Logan, with everything I have to accomplish, with all the hate I should feel towards him and his pack. But in my head, I try to rationalize it. I tell myself that this is part of keeping my enemies closer, that I need him to feel at ease with me, to feel like I am the one person he can trust in the packhouse. Yet, my heart yearns for more when I feel his lips on my nape when I angle my head to give him more access.
His tongue flicks across my skin, and I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning. I have imagined this moment more times than I am proud to admit when one of us will finally give in to our feelings and f**k all the risks that this comes with. But now that it is happening, no amount of preparation would have
