Chapter 58
Logan grabbed her roughly around the waist, peeling her from the door and dragging her towards the bed, where he lay her down with careful movements. For a few moments, he lay atop her, kissing her mouth, her throat, the hollow where her neck met her collar bone, driving her wild.
“Logan,” she whispered in a panic. “No, Logan stop. This is all wrong.”
“Wrong?” he questioned, his gaze making her suddenly self-conscious. She crossed her arms over the bare expanse of her stomach where her top had ridden up.
“I'm not doing this.” Certainty infused her voice with steel and she calmly stood, fixing her clothing once more and grabbing her bag from where she'd abandoned it on the floor. “I told you. I'm not a whore.”
He grinned, wiping the moisture from his lips with the pad
