Page 139 of Chaos At Second Sight

“That works too.”

“Just delivering on the caveman.”

His hands settled on my hips, drawing me flush against him. I cupped his face and pulled him down for another kiss, our tongues meeting.

His lips dusted across my jaw, down my neck, lingering over the mark until his canines grazed it, eliciting a moan from me. His answering groan did something to my pelvic region.

Golden hair tickled my neck as Logan trailed lower. I recognized his destination and a familiar insecurity tightened inside me at his closeness.

“Logan.”

He looked up from my collarbone with those glowing silver eyes. “Hmm?”

“Can you…not kiss me there?”

His brows knitted together. “Where?”

I hesitated, my arm instinctively shifting over to the area. “My left boob.”

“Why?”

“It’s a little ugly.”

He stared at me. “You’re joking.”

I bit my lip. I was born with an inverted nipple—instead of pointing outward, it remained tucked inward unless heavily stimulated.

He peered down, one hand gently squeezing my forearm. “Let me see.”

“No!” I squeaked, shielding my face with a pillow.

His laugh came out soft and breathless. “Come on, Bunny Doc. You don’t have to be shy with me.”

I shook my head stubbornly.

He pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Please show me your perfect tit so I can get to know her.”

I failed to hide my smile. “Her?”

He scattered little kisses over my jaw and neck before pausing once more over his mark. “Come on. I’ll see it eventually anyway.”

He wasn’t wrong. I sighed, lowering my arm.

A strange look crossed his face and he huffed out a small growl. I blushed at him seeing me that close, that uncovered, all my flaws exposed to his scrutiny. “There she is.”

Logan looked back up at me, eyes softening. “Oh, Yvaine…” The tenderness in his voice nearly undid me. “You’re perfect. All of you, perfect.” He leaned on her. “Your nipple’s just a little shy. It needs more attention, that’s all.” He delicately sucked my shy nipple until she popped out. “See?”

I smacked his shoulder, the last knot of embarrassment unraveling, but my giggle morphed into a startled choke when Logan basically made out with my boobs. His palm cupped one and his mouth, hot and moist, took care of the other.

“Logan…” I sighed, eyes shutting. The mate-bond sparks magnified my pleasure.

“I want to kiss you everywhere…” His voice was deep, thrilling. “Will you let me, little mate?”

I nodded…once.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

YVAINE