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you.‖ I arched a brow for him. ―The semel-re is not afraid.‖
    ―Fuck no.‖
    Looking at him, rumpled, his eyes glazed, sweaty, with his dress
    shirt sticking to his beautiful chest, his golden skin visible at his throat, the
    collar open, my mouth went dry.
    ―Not scared of you,‖ he repeated, slurring his words.
    ―Show me.‖
    He gave a low, very male grunt as he slammed the door behind him
    before stalking across the room to me, yanking me forward into his arms
    the minute he reached me.
    I lifted my head to speak, and his mouth came down roughly over
    mine in a claiming, demanding, devouring kiss. His tongue pushed
    between my lips, sweeping inside, tangling with mine. He tasted like wine,
    it was there on his lips, in his mouth, and his hands were all over me,
    strong and insistent, tugging, pulling, and I was shoved down under him
    onto the couch, my legs wedged apart as he settled between my thighs.
    I laughed into his mouth, wiggling under him, trying to improve my
    angle, pushing up against him and rocking forward, trying to breathe at the
    same time. Finally wrenching my lips from his, I gasped for air even as he
    tried to recapture my mouth.
    ―Logan!‖ I squealed happily, loving him like this, the heat, his
    undeniable need.
    ―Need you,‖ he rasped, grabbing my thighs, wrapping them around
    his hips. ―Wanna be buried in you as deep as I can, Jin… my reah…
    mine.‖
    ―You‘re not gonna make it,‖ I teased him, my hand on the bulge of
    his jeans, kneading, groping.
    ―Fuck!‖
    I breathed him in, his delicious scent.
    ―Jin,‖ he whimpered, twisting, pressing, shoving the hard bulge in
    his jeans against my crease, dragging himself over me, back and forth, up
    and down. ―I need… I wanna fuck you hard and long and deep… I wanna
    be inside you.‖
    And the words, dripping with heat, made me shiver, and I clutched
    him tight, holding on, tightening my legs around his narrow hips,
    increasing the pressure.
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    His breath hissed out. ―Jin!‖
    I bent my head and bit down hard on the side of his neck as his
    breath became labored, panting as he pushed against me, rubbing,
    grinding, the friction needed, wanted, craved.
    ―Jin!‖ He growled out my name, the sound guttural, thrusting his
    hips forward, finding his rhythm, needing the friction on his throbbing
    cock. I bit down harder on the smooth flesh of his throat and felt him jolt
    in my arms. ―Fuck, baby, I‘m gonna come!‖
    I held him as he convulsed around me, squeezing me so tight that
    there was no air. I knew I could hold on until the viselike grip lessened,
    and I lifted my teeth from him, licking and bathing the bite I made,
    sucking it gently as he shuddered in my arms.
    We laid together in silence for long minutes as I felt his heart
    hammering next to mine.
    ―What the fuck was that?‖
    ―That was you drinking too much opium-spiked wine,‖ I teased him.
    ―But I didn‘t, I mean—I drank wine, but it wasn‘t spiked… I would
    never drink that.‖
    ―Just me then, I guess.‖ I smiled into his hair, rubbing my chin in it.
    ―Or you watching everyone get it on and getting all hot for me.‖
    ―Christ,‖ he grumbled when he finally found his voice, face buried in
    my shoulder. ―I haven‘t come in my jeans since I was fuckin‘ sixteen
    years old.‖
    I took a deep breath in and smiled wide. ―Look at me.‖
    He groaned. ―Do I have to?‖
    I chuckled into his hair. ―Yes.‖
    He lifted his head, and I got a sheepish, lopsided grin. Clear,
    gleaming eyes greeted me. Whatever had been rushing through his system
    had been flushed out with endorphins and adrenaline and good old-
    fashioned orgasm. Sticky jeans equaled a clear-headed Logan Church.
    I arched an eyebrow at him.
    He moaned and let his head fall back down on my chest. ―Shit.‖
    ―Can you get off me?‖ I teased him. ―‘Cause you weigh a fuckin‘
    ton.‖
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    With another moan of embarrassment, he lifted up off me. ―I gotta
    wash off,‖ he muttered as he got up, squirming as he stood up before
    turning and walking like John Wayne toward the bedroom with its
    adjoining bathroom.
    He was absolutely adorable.
    I smiled after him, and when he stopped at the door to look at me
    over his shoulder, I sighed deeply.
    ―I wanna fuck you up against the wall of the shower.‖
    ―Is that an invitation or a promise?‖
    ―That‘s a promise if you get your ass over here.‖
    I ran.

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