I feel him come up behind me, his hands firmly gripping my hips as he leans down, kissing my shoulder. I turn in his arms, leaning back against the sink. A small smile tugs at my lips as I look up into his eyes.
“I should go.”
Logan shakes his head, stepping even closer, his body brushing mine, lighting every nerve on fire.
“Your not leaving until I remind you, how fucking perfect it feels to be mine,” he whispers against the shell of my ear, making goosebumps cover my entire body. I shiver in delight. I know he feels it.
“Is that what I am? Yours?” I ask breathlessly.
Stepping back, Logan looks down at me, his eyes roaming my curves. “You were always mine.”
My heart races as our mouths melt together. Logan picks me up and makes his way up the stairs. He drops me down on the bed and hovers over me, his eyes filling with a fierce tenderness.
“I swear if anything happens to you, I will kill anyone involved.”
My eyes widen at his admission as a surge of emotions rush through me. I reach up, cupping his face. “Detective.”
“I mean it, Salena,” he stresses, cutting me off. His eyes flash in warning, making me think he’s being completely serious.
His gaze drops to my lips and my tongue darts out, wetting my lower lips instinctively. Then we’re in a frenzy as we rip each other’s clothes off. Logan’s mouth drops to mine, kissing me with a dominance that has me dizzy and panting with need. His tongue strokes mine as our lips move together. I let out a low moan, grinding my body against his, making his fingers dig deeper into my flesh. He pulls back, looking into my eyes as he nudges my entrance, spreading my legs wider. I stare up at him, my hands roaming over his chest as he pushes roughly into me. He grabs my hands, his fingers entwining with mine, and pins them above my head, as he slams into me over and over.
I can feel my release coming as my toes curl and my fingers clutch his. “Logan . . . fuck . . . I’m . . . I’m . . . ”
“I know, baby. Fuckkk,” he groans, his voice pure velvet, sending me spiraling into an orgasm. Logan follows me over the edge, panting. He collapses on top of me before rolling to the side and dragging me with him. I snuggle into Logan’s chest, his breathing already deepening and evening out.
“Stay,” he mumbles into my hair.
“Okay,” I whisper. I can’t bring myself to tell him. I will do it tomorrow night.
Chapter Thirty One
Logan
“Didyouknowoursixth senses are all different and are unique to every person?” Salena’s voice floats to me across the table.
We’re in my kitchen at my small table enjoying the Chinese food she brought over. When she showed up at my door for the second night in a row, I was surprised, but a sense of calm came over me. Having her here sets me at ease. Apparently, her brothers are running the bar this week, wanting her to stay out of the public eye. I have to agree with them, though Salena seems pissed by it.
“Sixth sense?” I question.
“Yes. It’s that part of us that guides us unknowingly; intuition.”
I pick up my beer and have a sip, the cool liquid wetting my now parched throat. For some reason, this conversation is making me uncomfortable.
“You mean a gut feeling?” I ask.
Salena beams at me, the sight taking my breath. Fuck, she’s bewitching. Those eyes are so unusual, so mesmerizing, I swear they can see straight into my soul.
“Yes, it’s like we tap into our primal instincts.”
“Cops have gut feelings all the time.”
“No, it’s more than that. Some people can act as the in-betweener, their senses more open than others. Some even have the ability to see spirits, just as clearly as humans and all else living.”
I frown, placing my beer on the table. “Okay. Why are you telling me this?”
Salena rolls her shoulders back and blows out a deep breath, staring up at the ceiling. “Logan, you’ve met Ghost, right?”
“Your cat?” I ask, confused.
