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He shakes his head and looks away from me. “Nothing.”

“Logan,” I whisper, placing my hand against his broad back, and he shudders, “please talk to me. Was someone out there?”

“No,” he says, spinning back around. “This is all just bringing up memories, and I’m not fucking handling it well.”

“Memories of what?”

He hesitates for just a second before sighing. “This is what I do all the time, protect women from shit like this, and now I can’t even protect you.”

“It looks like you’re protecting me just fine.”

“How do you figure?” he asks, motioning around the room. “You haven’t opened the blinds since you got that letter, and anytime you hear a noise, you jump sky high. This should have never happened to you. I should have stopped it.”

I lean into him. “And what could you have done to stop it? There are some things that are in your control and some things that aren’t.”

He looks away again, denying me his gaze but it doesn’t matter. I already know what I’ll find there. This whole thing is bringing up memories of losing his ex, and I feel guilty that I’m putting him through this.

“Don’t you get it?” he whispers, whipping his head forward to lock eyes with me as he steps into my space and presses himself against me. “I can’t stand to lose anyone else, Baby. Especially you. I can’t fucking do it again.”

My heart cracks clean down the center for him as he closes his eyes and presses his forehead to mine.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I assure him but instead of pulling away at my reassurance, he holds me closer.

“I can’t lose you,” he whispers, his voice a broken shell of the one I’m used to, and I grip his t-shirt in my fists, hoping to give him even a fraction of comfort. I grab his other hand and press it into my hip before sliding it up my side.

“I’m here, Logan. I’m right here.”

He pulls back, and when his eyes meet mine, I gasp at the raw need dancing there. His gaze drops to my lips, and his tongue darts out, wetting his bottom lip as he looks at me like he wants to devour me whole. Without a word, he slams his lips to mine and fists my hair in his hand, yanking me into his body. His other hand slips around my back and holds me against him.

This kiss is different than any we’ve shared before. It’s bruising in his frantic need for me, and instinctively I know that he just needs this right now. He needs to take me right now and feel like he’s in control of something so I surrender to him, ready for wherever he takes us. He shuffles us a little and presses my back into the counter, the cold granite making me shiver even through the fabric of my tank top.

Reaching down, he grabs one of my legs and guides it up around his hip as he grabs the other and pushes me back onto the counter. His fingers brush against my belly as his hand slips up under my shirt, and he pulls it over my head. After pulling away long enough to toss my shirt onto the floor, he’s grabbing me again and pulling me into his kiss. My nipples pucker in the cold air, and I moan when his warm hand closes over my breast.

“Logan,” I moan again as his hand starts massaging me, and he kisses down my neck. By now, I’m used to his dirty talk and the way he loves to tease but I get none of that tonight as he pushes me back on the counter. The cold stone presses against my bare back, and I gasp as he pulls my lounge shorts down my legs and rips my panties away.

Before I even have a chance to move or say anything, he’s pulling my legs apart and latching onto my pussy. My hips buck off the counter, and I cry out, my voice echoing a little in this big room. His fingers dig into the tops of my thighs as he holds me in place and laps at me again and again like he may never get enough of me. My entire body is buzzing, sensations stabbing me from everywhere, and I can’t focus on one long enough to enjoy it.

He growls against my flesh, and it vibrates through me before shooting straight between my thighs, and a breathy moan slips past my lips. Without warning, he pulls away from me and grabs my hand, yanking me back up into a sitting position. Tingles shoot down my spine as he grabs my hair again and claims my mouth, his tongue plunging past my lips. I can taste myself, and I moan which only makes him crazier.

He yanks his lips away and wraps an arm around my back, holding me up as he stalks into the bedroom, looking at me with the eyes of a predator. Stopping next to my bed, he sets me back on my feet and leans down, kissing me sweetly as he unbuckles his belt. When he pulls away, he shoves his jeans down his legs, and his erection springs free. He grips the base and grins at me.

“Get on your knees and suck my cock, Kitten,” he rasps, and I can’t drop to my knees fast enough. Peeking up at him, I circle my tongue around the head and watch his face as he sucks in a breath. I like that he doesn’t close his eyes as I sink down on his length, using my tongue to massage the underside of his cock as I suck.

He groans, and his eyes flutter like they want to close but he doesn’t look away. His gray depths are locked firmly on me as fire dances in his gaze. He threads his fingers through my hair and holds me steady as he pulls out of my mouth before driving back in. He groans loudly, and I plant my hands on his thighs as he does it again. In and out. In and out. Fucking my mouth again and again until his grip in my hair is so tight that I think he’ll pull a chunk out. My pussy is throbbing, and I can’t deny that I love being used like this. Then he releases me and reaches down to lift me off the floor.

“You’re incredible, Gorgeous,” he whispers, giving me another sweet kiss that melts me faster than any other. “Now get on all fours on the bed.”

My heart jumps, and a grin stretches across my face as I climb onto the bed on my hands and knees with my head facing away from him. He runs a hand from the base of my neck to my ass and groans.

“Put your shoulders flat on the bed,” he commands, and I do it, dropping my head and shoulders down to the bed. His hand skims over my ass cheek, and he groans again as he smacks it.

“Yeah, just like that, Kitten. You ready?”

I moan in response, and the head of his cock presses against my entrance. Holding my breath, I push back into him a little, and he surges forward, filling me up and stretching me out perfectly. I moan, fisting the comforter by my head as he pulls out and slams in again. He leans over me and slides his hand into my hair, pushing my head into the bed. It’s animalistic, the way he’s fucking me, and I eat it up, moaning every time he enters me and trying to back up when he retreats.

“Ali,” he groans, kissing my back as he continues his strenuous pace, working us both to an orgasm that will knock us on our asses.

“Yes. Fuck me,” I hiss, taunting him a little, and he growls as he pulls back and drives home harder than before. It steals my breath. I pull on the blanket in my hands, my mouth wide open but no sounds coming out.