“You made all this?”I ask, running my fingers across the smooth surface of a wooden dresser.
“Yeah.”
“It’s amazing.”
He shrugs like it’s nothing, but I catch the small smile tugging at his mouth.
Throughout the day, we steal little touches.His hand brushes my lower back as we walk.My fingers curl around his arm.Soft kisses that start playful but end with both of us breathing harder.And the whole time, that heat inside me continues to build.
By the time evening rolls around, it’s impossible to ignore.Logan notices too.His eyes darken every time they land on me.Which is often.
We make dinner together, or at least we try to, because Logan pulls me into his arms whenever I move too close.
“You’re not helping,” I laugh as he kisses the side of my neck.
“I disagree.”
My pulse jumps as his lips brush my skin.“That feels like the opposite of helping.”
“Depends on what the goal is.”
By the time we sit down to eat, the tension between us is thick.The mating heat pulses through me, warm and insistent.Every brush of his arm against mine sends little sparks through my body.
Logan watches me carefully across the table.“Are you okay?”
I nod, but my voice comes out breathless.“I can’t wait any longer.”
The words hang between us for a beat.Then his chair scrapes across the floor as he stands, and he’s suddenly in front of me.He grabs my waist, pulls me against him, and kisses me.
SEVEN
Logan
My needfor Vivian is a living, breathing thing.All I can think about, all I can focus on, is getting her naked and making her mine.
Take her to bed,my bear growls.
I bend, gripping my mate’s thighs, and lift her easily.Turning, I head for the bedroom.
“Oh, God,” Vivian gasps against my lips.
“Logan,” I correct.
She blinks, staring at me with those light blue eyes that I love so much.They’re hazy and lust-filled now.I bite back a moan and pick up my pace.
Her pussy grinds against my cock, and for a second, I almost black out at the pleasure.
The bed.Thank fuck,I think it comes into view.
I lay Vivian in the center before I come down over her.
“Say it,” I order.
She blinks up at me.“Say what?”
“That you’re mine.That you want me.”
Her eyes soften, and she smiles, reaching up to run her fingers through my hair.“I’m yours, Logan.Make love to me.”
