As our lips meet, I’m swept away by a kiss that’s both familiar and foreign. It’s a kiss that awakens a part of me I thought was long dead, a part that’s been dormant for four long years.
I feel myself melting into him, my resistance slipping away with each tender touch.
I close my eyes, surrendering to the passion that’s been missing from my life for so long.
I’ve kissed these lips in my dreams, but it’s not the same as feeling them on me now, alive.
Tingling sparks of emotion erupt through me, leaving me weak in the knees.
Logan draws me closer, his chest pressing against mine, his hardness evident against my skin.
But then, suddenly, my mind clicks back into gear. I shouldn’t be kissing him, I remind myself.
I shouldn’t let my emotions get the better of me, shouldn’t get lost in the moment.
I try to push him away, but my arms feel like lead, refusing to obey my brain’s commands.
Logan’s hands are everywhere, his fingers tracing my skin. I’m trapped in a whirlpool of emotions, unable to escape the desire that’s pulling me under.
The voice in my head taunts me, of the pain he has inflicted. “He hurt you before, what makes you think he won’t do it again?” it sneers.
“He’s just trying to get to your vulnerable side, to manipulate you into letting your guard down so he can take your son away from you.”
The thought of him taking my son away from me sends a chill down my spine, snapping me back to reality.
With a surge of adrenaline, I pushed him away with all the strength I didn’t know I possessed.
Logan stumbles back, his eyes widening in surprise as he almost falls. My heart is racing.
“You have no right, no fucking right to kiss me, to touch me, to even look at me like that.” I’m trembling with rage, my fists clenched at my sides. “You lost that right when you walked out on me, on us.”
Logan gazes at me, his hand casually tucked into his pocket, his other hand resting on his lips, he has a smug smirk on his face.
I’m livid at this point, my palms itching to slap that arrogant grin off his face.
“Are you sure I have no right?” he asks, his voice dripping with a tone I didn’t like, as he shoves both hands into his pockets, his eyes shining with amusement.
I’m on the verge of exploding, my frustration bubbling. All I want to do is scream at him to stop messing with my brain, to stop playing games with my emotions.
But I bite back my word, refusing to give him the satisfaction of getting under my skin.
Instead, Logan’s arrogant tone makes my blood boil. “It’s good to see you still have that spark for me,” he says, his eyes gleaming with a knowing glint.
I want to push him off a cliff, to wipe that smug smile off his face.
“You wish, Logan, but newsflash: I’m over you. I’ve found real love with Ethan, and he makes me happy in ways you never could.” glaring at him. “You’re nothing but a pathetic excuse for a man, only thinking with your dick.”
Logan’s smile grows wider, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Good to know you still remember how my dick feels inside you,” he says, with a low and husky voice.
I feel a surge of heat, a flood of wetness dripping down my thigh. I’m not wearing panties, and my body’s traitorous response to his words makes me furious.
“Get out, Logan!” I demand, my voice firm, but my body betrays me. I’ve had enough of his dirty talk, enough of him pushing my buttons.
I’m struggling to keep myself from jumping his bones, but I refuse to give in.
But Logan just takes a step closer, his eyes locked on mine, his tone dripping with arrogance. “Are you sure? Your eyes betray what you’re saying.”
I feel a flush rise to my cheeks as I slowly close my eyes, trying to shut out the desire that’s swimming in their depths.
I won’t let him see the want that’s written all over my face. I won’t give him the satisfaction. But even with my eyes closed, I can feel his gaze on me, burning with intensity, making my skin prickle.
“Open your eyes,” Logan whispers, sending a shiver down my spine.
The way he says it, slow and sensual, makes me feel like he’s caressing me with his words. I can feel the moisture between my thighs increasing, Logan still affects me.
The amount of moisture that’s accumulated in just the short time he’s been here is way out of this world.
It’s as if my body has been waiting for him, craving him, for years. And it’s true – I haven’t felt this way since we have been apart.
It’s like my body has been dormant, waiting for the spark that only Logan can ignite.
I try to tell myself that Logan doesn’t have an effect on me, that I’m immune to his charms. But my body Is betraying me, revealing the truth – that I still want him, still desire him, still need him.
Logan’s words come at me like a sledge, with intimate and provocative questions.
“Does he make you come just by touching you? Does he make you shudder with a single glance? Does he pleasure you better than I ever could?”
He takes a step closer, his voice low and husky, and I feel my defenses crumbling.
I close my eyes, covering my ears, trying to block out the truth in his words. But he keeps pushing, his arrogance and confidence radiating like a force.
“I know I still have this effect on you, I know I can still make you feel all of this.”
I stand my ground, refusing to give in to Logan’s games. I won’t let him win, won’t let him have the upper hand.
“My dear Logan, you lie,” trying to sound convincing, but the words feel hollow even as I speak them.
I take a deep breath and continue, my voice growing stronger. “I’m not the same woman you once knew. I’m not vulnerable, not fragile. I’m a woman who’s moved on, who’s found happiness with someone else.”
I gaze directly at Logan, my eyes flashing with defiance.
“I’m wearing this robe, with nothing underneath, because of what my man did to me. I’m still feeling the aftershocks of our steamy sex, the thought of it still makes me crave more. The thought of his touch still sends shivers down my spine.”
I take a step closer, as I continue.
“Oh, Logan, you’re so delusional, thinking I still have feelings for you. Newsflash: I was never into you. I was only with you because of the contract. And now, two years later, I think we’re both mature enough to let go of any hard feelings. So, let’s end this charade, shall we?”
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, get your sorry ass out of my house.”
I walk towards the door. I turn my face slightly, smiling inwardly, knowing I’ve gotten under his skin.
I can feel his eyes blazing with anger, the steam practically coming out of his ears. His jaw is clenched tight, his teeth grinding audibly, as he forms a fist with his hand.
He stalks towards the door, his gaze burning with intensity, undressing me with his eyes. But I bite my inner cheek, refusing to let my emotions show.
Logan’s voice is low and menacing as he speaks. “You have something that belongs to me, and I’ll be damned if I let another man play father to him.”
His eyes flash. “I will claim him as mine, even if it means fighting you in court. A contract is a binding one, Nadine. It can’t be broken.”
With that, he turns and steps out of my house, leaving me watching him go with my mouth open.