He yanks off his own shirt and fumbles out of his jeans, and I swear, my knees go weak all over again. The way his chest flexeswhen he moves, muscles shifting like he was built to wreck me. It’s almost unfair.
He grabs my hips and lifts me onto the counter like I weigh nothing. The wood is cool beneath me, and his hands are fire as they trail down, slipping under the waistband of my shorts and dragging everything off in one go. I gasp, thighs spreading as he settles between them.
“Logan…” I start, but then his mouth is on me.
He devours me like he’s starving. Like I’m the only thing that’s ever tasted good. I can’t stop the moans that escape my throat, my fingers tangling in his hair as my head falls back against the wall. He takes his time, teasing me with his tongue, his fingers, drawing out every breath, every tremble, until I’m shaking, clinging to the edge.
But he pulls back before I fall.
I groan in frustration, but he just smirks, standing up and dragging his mouth along my inner thigh before leveling me with a look that pins me in place.
Then he lines himself up and pushes in. He goes slow until he’s deep, stretching me inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, breathless, clinging to his shoulders. “Yes.”
Logan’s hands frame my face, his forehead pressed to mine.
“I’ve been thinking about this,” he says, voice rough and ragged, “since the morning you walked out on me, Cass.”
I blink up at him, my throat thick with desire. “You remember that morning?”
“Every second of it,” he says, thrusting slowly. “You in my bed. My shirt. That smug little smile. Then you were gone like the wind. Guess the universe wanted us to see each other again.”
He starts to move, each stroke dragging pleasure through my entire body, the pace building, deeper, harder. His hands gripmy hips, my back sliding against the wall as I rock with him, meeting every thrust.
The air in the coffee shop is thick with heat and need, the scent of espresso still lingering in the corners as our bodies move together. It’s reckless. It’s raw. It’s everything we tried to avoid.
And I don’t want it to stop.
His rhythm builds, deeper now, rougher, his body driving into mine like he’s been waiting years for this moment. I can feel it—coiled tight inside me, that pressure ready to snap.
And then it happens.
My body seizes, clamping around him as a strangled cry tears from my throat. My nails dig into his shoulders. Everything shatters in a flash of heat and stars and his name on my lips.
“Logan…I’m gonna…”
“Do it.”
I come hard. My whole body trembling, legs locked around his waist, forehead pressed to his as my breath stutters. And through it all, he keeps going, like he needs to feel every last wave of it. Like he’s chasing something, too.
His eyes burn into mine, raw and feral. There’s no pretending here, and no walls anymore. Just need.
“Cassie,” he grits, voice breaking.
“Yeah?”
“Here we go again.”
He pulls out fast, grabbing himself with one hand. A beat later, hot release spills across my stomach, and he lets out a groan of pure satisfaction.
We both freeze for a second, breathless.
Then he leans forward, pressing a kiss to my collarbone, a hand brushing sweat-damp hair from my face.
We’re still tangled in heat and silence—in the storm we just unleashed.
And I don’t know what this is.
