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her plate onto the counter and then came to stand behind her chair. Quinn's heart skipped a beat before it resumed thumping furiously. Her breathing shallowed, and her lips parted slightly.
    “Your hair looks much better down.” His warm, deep voice sent a shiver down her spine. She refused to turn to face him. She enjoyed not knowing what he was doing, what he was looking at, how close he was, what he was going to do next. Her nipples pebbled, and her breath caught. She never realized that the fear of the unknown could be so exciting. She barely got out, “So does yours.”
    His fingers curled over her shoulders, worked their way up into her hair, and massaged against her scalp.
    His hands flexed into fists, pulling her hair tight, and he yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at him. Her neck was stretched over the back of the chair, and she looked up into his serious eyes and was afraid.
    No. She wasn't afraid. She should have been, but she wasn't. She was titillated.
    One corner of his mouth lifted, and he let out a low growl. “Who said you could go into my drawers and borrow my stuff?”
    Quinn opened her mouth to answer. But she couldn't form any words. She didn't know what to do.
    “Did you have permission?” He gave her hair a slight yank, and she groaned.
    It hurt. But boy, did it hurt good. How could that be?
    Her breathing quickened, and she whispered, “No.”
    Quinn wrapped her hands around his wrists but didn't try to pull him away. It would have been pointless anyway. He had to be three times as strong as her. At least.
    “How dare you touch something that isn't yours?”
    “I don't know—” Her answer was strained, her neck was getting sore in that position, and the blood was rushing to her head.
    “That's right, you like dares.”
    “No.”
    “Yes, you do.”
    Her chest rose and fell rapidly beneath the tautly pulled T-shirt, her nipples hard beneath the cotton.
    “Do you dare me to make you pay?”
    “Pay?”
    “Yes, punish you like this…” He buried his head into her neck, scraping his teeth along her strained throat, brushing his lips and tongue where his teeth had gone. His beard was too short to be soft; it was like sandpaper against her skin.
    When his fingers loosened on her hair, she grabbed his biceps, meaning to push him away but pulling him toward her instead. Logan grabbed a handful of the T-shirt and pulled it up and over her head, covering her face, exposing her breasts.
    Never having been blindfolded before, she sucked in a breath, and the cotton filled her mouth. She pushed it back out with her tongue and made herself calm down enough to breathe through her nose. His scent was infused into the fabric, and she imagined his cock nestled in the same spot of his boxer-briefs as her pussy was now.
    Her nipples were tight and painful, and her pussy pulsated. Yet he did nothing. She sat in his kitchen, with a T-shirt covering her head, which was bent back over the chair, and she did nothing.
    Only waited.
    Her breathing was fast and furious. She tried to quiet it enough to hear something, anything. She couldn't. Her heart pounding in her ears didn't help either.
    She should move, leave, not just wait like the mouse being ready to be pounced on by the cat…
    But she didn't. She didn't want to miss what he was going to do next.
    Her breathing finally caught when something brushed her nipples. The pads of his fingers circled the hard points. The touch was light. Feathery.
    She moaned and arched her back, needing him to do…
    More.
    It was a rush, not seeing but just feeling. Not knowing what to expect.
    He rolled both of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers gently. Quinn twitched in the chair, and she dug her fingers into his arms. He rolled harder and harder, until he was twisting the hard nubs and tugging on them.
    Quinn cursed him. She cursed herself—for reacting like this. For enjoying something that—in the back of her mind—she thought she shouldn't. For