Logan POV I missed Emma like crazy. I was so fucking happy when Lewis and I finally finished our talk. We’ve increased the border security and the number of patrols around the pack territory. I was happy with the outcome and more than ready to go back to my mate. I needed to feel her. I needed
“Fuck, baby.” I growled, biting on her lower lip. Yeah, we weren’t talking. Not right now. “Can I take your shirt off?” I asked softly. Emma nodded, and I almost died of happiness. I pulled her shirt up over her head, and the sight of her in a black bra only almost made me cum in my pants. She
Emma POV I was trembling from top to bottom. I have never felt anything like that in my entire life. I wanted more. My body was screaming for Logan. I wanted him to touch me again. I wanted to feel his lips on my body. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted everything. “Holy fuck, baby.
“It’s not my fault.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “You did this. I was perfectly innocent up until 10 minutes ago.” Logan jumped up and grabbed me. He kissed me hard, making me moan loudly. “Yes, you were.” he growled. “Innocent and mine.” We still needed to talk, but, yes, I was his.
Logan POV My heart was pounding in my chest. What I said to her in this conversation would determine if she accepted or rejected me. I couldn’t even think about the rejection. That couldn’t happen. I couldn’t lose her. I wouldn’t lose her. She was mine. She belonged to me. Just picturing her
“I loved her like a friend.” I said honestly. “I’ve never loved her like I love you.” “But you slept with her?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at me. Shit. How did she know about that? “I did.” I said nervously. “We hooked up occasionally. But that doesn’t mean that I loved her.” I sounded like a
Emma POV I was shaking from top to bottom. Accepting Logan felt like finding a missing puzzle piece that completed the picture. It was the best thing I’ve ever done. It was the scariest thing I’ve ever done as well. A part of me was still scared. A part of me was still screaming at me that I’d
Logan POV Watching Emma in those tights and a sports bra had my heartbeat going a mile a minute, with no signs of slowing down. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Thank Goddess, I was sitting down, and Andrew couldn’t see the very obvious bulge in my pants. She was driving me fucking crazy. “Okay, littl