I stared up at him in awe as his fist closed around his cock and he started pumping it. I was fixated on the movement. Spellbound at the simple beauty of his cock as he glided his hand up and down it. But then his tongue was inside me again and from a different angle, it was so much more intense. Probing and searching for my pleasure was what I felt he was doing. And he was doing it so well. It felt so good and even though I wanted to, I couldn’t hold on any longer. I had to let myself go. My head tipped and I arched my back as I started to ride the wave of my orgasm.

Logan didn’t stop, though—he pumped his cock while he continued to lick, suck, and kiss all of me until another orgasm hit immediately after the first. This time, my toes curled as an exquisite sensation overcame me, rocking me unlike anything I’d ever felt before. And in that single moment of ecstasy, my body trembled as it came alive under his touch and I cried out louder than I ever had with what could only be described as pure, undiluted pleasure.

Logan had let go of his cock to use both of his hands and I took the opportunity to reach up with the tip of my tongue and lick him.

“Oh, fuck.” The sound roared through the room.

In a roll that I’m not sure if he initiated or I did, I was on top looking down at him.

He grabbed my hips and tried to pull me toward his mouth.

That wasn’t what I had in mind.

My head fell and I started slow, swirling my tongue around his tip before sucking on it. At the taste, I realized how hungry I was for him. I licked every inch of him. When I sealed my mouth over him, he groaned and bucked up. Sure, I’d done this before, but never in this position. Always the guy’s hands were on my head to guide me.

I didn’t need that with Logan.

His body’s response was enough to guide me.

Each time I moved, I took him as deep as I could and each time he hit the back of my throat, he groaned. My mouth sucked, my fingers stroked, and my lips moved in all the ways I could tell he liked.

“Oh fuck. Just like that. Just like that,” he muttered and it didn’t scare me, it thrilled me to hear the pleasure in his voice. His muscles started to shake when my tongue revisited his tip. As I traced a path around the moistness already beaded there, he shuddered and tugged on my hips, quickly rearranging my body and pulling me up to him.

He was back on top of me, his eyes searching mine.

I was okay. I swallowed, my throat tight, my heart still beating madly. He was silently telling me that he wanted to be inside me. I could see it in his eyes.

I wanted that too.

Logan didn’t say anything, though. He just reached between us and brought the tip of his cock to my entrance. We wanted each other so much. We were insatiable, and each time seemed to be better than the last.

Oh, God.

My fingers curled around his biceps and as he slid farther inside me, the blunt tips of my nails dug into his skin.

He thrust into me without resistance.

I looked at him as he looked at me, and he slammed inside me so hard, I cried out in ecstasy.

We fucked like that more than once in the next few hours. I had a fleeting thought that he was marking me, claiming me, making me his. This was something new. No one had ever wanted me like he did. The intensity of the gestures themselves gave me butterflies. And I knew they were butterflies.

With that thought in mind, I was equal parts scared and thrilled.

I was scared because I knew things were happening too fast. Too much was going on in our lives for us to get wrapped up in each other. Yet, at the same time, I was thrilled because I had never felt so worshipped.

It had to be close to midnight before we were lying on the bed facing each other.

“You okay?” he asked with a grin.

I swear I blushed. “I think you know I am.”

I’d cried out in pleasure so many times, there was no way he didn’t know how sated I felt right now.

“You’ve only ever had one boyfriend?” he asked.

The question caught me off guard but didn’t throw me. “Yes. Just the one. Charlie.”

His body stiffened and I wondered if he was jealous. He had no reason to be.

“Charlie and I were best friends. We talked about everything. Liked the same things. Did everything together. But sex wasn’t what our relationship was about. It was a passing act and that’s why, at the time, I thought he was perfect for me.”

Logan seemed to be thinking.

“And you, how many girlfriends have you had?”

Still lost in his thoughts, he mindlessly answered, “Just the two. But I’m not sure you could call them that. I never put a label on either relationship. I preferred not to.”

Interesting. Relationships were never his thing either.

I ran my finger up the scar that marred the inside of his thigh and then over the one under his eye. “These are from him. Both of them, aren’t they?”

He nodded.

Neither scar stole away from the beauty I saw in Logan, but I knew they must have been constant reminders to him. My fingers found his and I squeezed them tightly. “Logan, nothing is going to happen to me.”

He drew in a sharp breath as if he wasn’t so certain.

“Why can’t the police take care of Tommy? You could go to them and tell them what happened to you years ago. Couldn’t they use that for Peyton’s case and maybe arrest him?”

He bristled. “It doesn’t work like that. Not in our world. There is too much corruption in the BPD, and too many bad guys on the streets. Too often, innocent people end up getting hurt.”

It was all a little surreal.

Logan’s real world was like a TV drama.

The thought saddened me. I kissed the scar under his eye. It was a part of him. Who he was. And no matter the healing, the scar left behind, the depth of the wound was deep. I knew that now.

It was late when his phone rang. Without hesitation he reached for it. “Yeah,” he answered.

Silence.

“I’ll leave now.”

Logan tossed his phone aside and kissed me sweetly. “I have to go out for a bit.”

I grabbed for his wrist before he was fully out of bed. “Who was that?”

Opening a drawer, he pulled out a pair of jeans and answered while slipping them on. “Declan. He has a possible lead on your sister.”

I hopped out of bed and started to dress too.

Logan eyed me carefully as he pulled a long-sleeved shirt over his head. “What are you doing?”

Fastening my bra, I told him, “Getting dressed.”

Sitting on the bed, he shoved on a pair of Converse sneakers that had seen better days and asked, “Why?”

“I’m coming with you.”

Tying his second sneaker, he stood up.

I had my white shirt on now and was looking for my panties.

“Elle.” He was right in front of me, crouching down to meet my eyes. “No, you’re not.”

“She’s my sister.” My voice pulsed with anger.

“And I’ll tell you what I find out as soon as I know anything. This is a fishing expedition. I have no idea if the girl Tommy was seen with was even your sister. And I have no idea who is hanging around waiting for her. I don’t want anyone to suspect you are even looking for her. As far as the world knows, you believe she’s in rehab. Leave it that way.”

Not that he didn’t have a point, because he did. I just didn’t like it. “You’ll call me as soon as you know anything.”

He kissed me in that sweet way he had a few times now. “Yes,” he whispered, and then he tugged me toward him by the front seam of my shirt. “And keep this on. You look sexy as hell in it.”

My blood ran warm like a shot of tequila going down after the third one.

Opening a drawer, he pulled some money out, then grabbed his phone and started for the doorway. I followed him into the suite and watched as he checked his gun before tucking it behind him.

Logan looked at me one last time and then he was out the door.