I pull back slightly, breathless, my lips trembling.
"Logan..." I whisper, the heat spreading even further through my body.
He smiles that sinful smile of his, slow and dangerous.
His hands slide down to grip my waist, dragging me closer, until I’m pressed right against him, every inch of me aching for him.
"What? You thought this was just about pancakes?" he mutters, voice dripping with sin.
"I’ve got a hell of a lot more planned for you than breakfast, baby. But if you want me to stop..."
His words are more of a dare than a threat, his lips brushing lightly over mine, teasing me with every single touch.
I moan in response, my body aching for him, but I won’t admit it. Not fully.
I push my chest up against his, my fingertips grazing his abs, feeling the muscles beneath his skin ripple with tension.
"Don’t stop," I whisper against his lips, barely able to get the words out.
He chuckles darkly, his grip on me tightening as he pulls me even closer, if that’s even possible.
I’m practically on his lap now, my body trembling with need.
"You’re a dangerous woman, baby," he growls, his lips skimming my throat, kissing the soft spot just beneath my ear.
My breath hitches, his words sinking straight to the core of me.
I can’t take it. Not anymore.
"Logan..." I moan his name again, unable to hold back.
I need him. More than I’ve ever needed anything.
"Please."
He pulls back just enough to look me in the eyes, the intensity in his gaze knocking the wind out of me.
"Yeah?" he breathes, his voice low, dangerous.
"What exactly do you want, baby?"
I can barely catch my breath, my body pulsing with desire.
"You," I whisper, voice breaking.
"All of you."
He smiles, the wicked glint in his eyes my undoing.
With one last lingering kiss, he pulls away, breathlessly.
"We’ll get to that," he says, voice rough and thick with lust.
"But first... breakfast and meds. I gotta keep my girl healthy."
Logan’s fingers graze my cheek as he pulls away, his breath still ragged, his chest rising and falling like he’s just run a marathon.
He looks down at me, eyes heavy with lust and something deeper. I swear, I can feel the weight of his gaze as if he’s marking me, memorizing every detail of this moment.
