Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“You’re fucking perfect,” he murmurs as his fingers start rubbing little circles into my clit and the need to scream comes over me but I manage to hold it in. The last thing I need is the forty or so people in the surrounding tents to know what’s going on in here.
“Logan,” I pant as I get closer and closer to the edge.
“That’s right, babe,” he says as he comes back to my neck. His fingers move down and slide into me which is when he really pushes me to the edge.
The closer I get the fast he moves and it’s not long before I explode around him.
“Holy shit,” I pant as I try to catch my breath. Logan’s lips find mine once again but rather than the intense, needy kisses from before, it’s now slow and full of passion.
“When are you going to realise we’re perfect together?” he murmurs with his lips moving against mine.
“I already have,” I tell him honestly.
“It doesn’t change anything, does it?”
I shake my head ever so slightly. “I’m sorry,” I tell him. “I just… I can’t.”
“I’m not about to back down,” he warns me.
“Is it selfish of me not to want you to?” I murmur as I look up and meet his eyes.
“No, babe,” he chuckles before coming down and kissing me once again. “You’ll be mine sooner or later.”
“You’re so sure of yourself,” I laugh.
“Yep, because one of these days you’re going to realise that all your excuses are bullshit.”
“What?” I demand as I press my hands to his sculptured chest and push him up off me. I sit up in front of him waiting for an explanation. His eyes instantly fall down to my very exposed chest. “Ugh,” I groan as I try to cover up with one hand while the other searches around for my top.
“You’re scared I’m going to hurt you,” he says in an accusing tone.
“Aren’t you?”
“No. I’ve already told you, you’re mine and I don’t intend on letting you go anytime soon, so could you please stop putting your shirt back on?”
“Logan,” I groan.
I don’t get a chance to finish pulling my top on before he tackles me back to the bed. “Look,” he says, holding me down to make sure I’m listening. “You’ve had a lot to deal with over the past few years, that much is clear and I get your reasons for not wanting to lose your job. You haven’t had it easy and you’ve worked your ass off to make it this far but I don’t believe that us being together is going to compromise that. You already know I want to be with you and it’s pretty damn clear you feel the same way.”
“I don’t know, Logan,” I say as my eyes begin to water. He’s completely right. I do want to be with him, so freaking bad but I don’t know if I can take the risk. He’s so believable when he says he isn’t going to hurt me and I truly want to believe it but more so, if I do anything to cost me my job, Brendan and his chances of walking are gone. “I need to think about Brendan, he’s all I’ve got left.”
He lets out a sigh as he drops his forehead to mine. “It’s ok,” he soothes as he wipes away a tear. “I get it but just so you know, Brendan isn’t the only one you’ve got now.”
I know it goes against everything I’m telling him but I can’t help myself. I reach up and lock my lips against his. I close my eyes as he kisses me back but it’s different now. I can basically feel the disappointment radiating out of him and I want to hate myself for bringing this incredible man down.
Why do I have to ruin everything good in my life?
Logan pulls back and gently rests his head against mine before getting up from the bed. “Where are you going?” I ask as I sit up.
“I need space,” he tells me as he reaches down and grabs his shirt before turning and facing me with fire in his eyes. “I’ve seen the way you look when you come and I want to see it again, so if you keep kissing me like that, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
Holy shit.
Maybe I do want that.
My breath catches as my bottom lip gets bitten. Wow, I can only imagine the pure ecstasy of getting fucked by a man like Logan. Shit, I’m supposed to be a good girl with values, not a skanky whore whose excited about the possibility of being fucked by the man who could potentially ruin everything for me.
But… it would be so good.
“Don’t look at me like that, Elle,” he warns. “You’re making it too hard to walk away right now.”