The drive back to their suite was silent.
But the air was electric.
Logan's hand on her thigh. His thumb drawing circles. Each touch sending heat through her.
She couldn't stop thinking about his confession. *I love you.*
Three words. Simple. Devastating. Real.
They reached the suite. Logan unlocked the door. She walked in first.
He was on her before the door closed.
His mouth on hers. Hands in her hair. Body pressed against hers.
"Logan—"
"I've been dying to touch you all night." His voice was rough. "Watching other men look at you. Watching him dance with you."
"I only wanted you."
"I know." He kissed her neck. "Doesn't make it easier."
She turned in his arms. Faced him. "Then stop waiting."
Something snapped in him.
He lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him. He carrie
