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Why did his pillow smell like her?
    Fuck!
    Tossing the pillow to the floor, he sat up and wracked his
brain for a moment. He glanced around the room, spying the empty glass by the
chair in the corner of the room. He’d passed out. How could he have been so
stupid?
    He pulled himself out of bed, stopping to gaze out the window.
Her car was still here. That had to be a good sign. He showered, threw on a
pair of jeans and a black t-shirt and made his way down the back staircase to
the kitchen. The smell of fresh brewed coffee and bacon assaulted his nostrils.
She’d made him breakfast. Another positive. Maybe he hadn’t screwed this up
irreparably.
    When he reached the kitchen, he found Elyse mixing some sort
of batter.
    “Morning.” She turned and smiled at him. “Sleep well?”
    He couldn’t help but take in her completely sensual appearance.
She wore a figure hugging pair of skinny jeans and a scant navy blue tank. Her
black lace bra peeked out of the top giving him a tantalizing view of her full
cleavage. His cock stiffened as he thought about bending her over the table.
    “I hope you’re hungry.”
    “I’m starving.” He stalked toward her, intending to pin her
against the counter.
    “I’m making French toast stuffed with blueberries.” She took
a small step backwards and tucked an errant lock of hair behind her ear. “The
coffee is ready.”
    “Smells great.” He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her
closer as he trailed his nose along her neck. “You left me in bed.”
    “I thought you might like breakfast; so I ran to the market
to get what I needed.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I saw your friend
Cora again.”
    “Did you?” He placed hot, breathy kisses across her jaw as
he pressed his body into hers.
    “I told her I wanted to get back before you got out of bed.”
    “I’m sure she loved that.” He brushed his lips along hers
and spoke into her mouth. “You’re a bad girl, making her think we’re sleeping
together.”
    “We did sleep together.” She pressed her mouth to his,
inserting the tip of her tongue just between his lips. Logan thought he might
come just from the taste of her.
    He pulled away because he needed to gain some composure
before he ripped her pants off right there. “You stayed the whole night with
me?”
    “You wouldn’t let go of me. I had to pry myself away from
you this morning.”
    “I dreamed about you all night. I was disappointed when I
opened my eyes and you weren’t there.” He slipped the straps of her tank top
down her shoulders. “I don’t like to be disappointed.” His eyes burned into
hers.
    He heard her breath hitch as he kissed a path to her
breasts. “Logan.”
    He slowly lowered her top, exposing her to him. Her nipples
threatened to spill over the thin material of her bra. “Is this for me?” He
moved his fingertips over the hardened buds, eliciting a moan from her when he
pinched one of them.
    “In my dream I couldn’t get enough of your tits. I licked and
sucked them until you came all over my cock.” He swiped his tongue over one
rosy nub through the lace of her bra, feeling it harden as he continued to
lick.
    She clutched the back of his head, pressing him wantonly
against her breasts.
    “Have you ever worn nipple clamps?”
    “No,” she whispered as she arched her back to offer him
more.
    “Maybe we’ll try that later.”
    She gasped when he turned her around and pushed her against
the counter.
    “You’re so perfect.” He ran his hand along the smooth skin
of her back, stopping when he got to her bra. “I want you.” Logan couldn’t
remember the last time he’d wanted a woman so much. He unhooked the clasp as he
lowered his lips to her spine.
    “Logan,” she said. “Please.”
    “Please what, cupcake?” He turned her to face him again.
“What do you want?”
    “You.” She pushed the bra from her shoulders, letting it
fall to the floor. “I want you.”
    He glanced down at her naked breasts.