Happy New Year, Dear Readers! I hope you have been enjoying the story and all the steam packed in this book. Here, have another sweet chapter before a spicy one, which will greet you in 2024!
The doors of my sleek, black car close with a satisfying thud, permitting a tangible sense of separation from the outside world to envelop us, like a shield from the prying eyes of society. A meaningful exchange of glances between Logan and me causes our reserved masks to fade, unveiling the genuine emotions that radiate in our warm gazes. Without hesitation, I lean in, capturing his intoxicating lips, our hands reaching out to yank each other closer in a passionate embrace.
In this enticing tug of war, I willingly concede, shifting over to his seat and straddling the hunter. "Fuck...", I groan amidst kisses as I grind my ass against his crotch, his fingers curling around my snowy locks, "It was one hell of a day..."
The hunter withdraws from my mouth to smile at me before interjecting, "But the hunt was a success. Did you notice the digits they dropped into our accounts?"
I can't resist tucking my bottom lip under my teeth. Although I agree with him, the inability to touch Logan or share a gesture of affection throughout the process felt like torture. I find myself questioning how I managed to endure for so long without his skin against mine.
His gaze instantly drops to my lip and he rubs it gently with his thumb. Every flick of his rough skin against my lip plays with the strings of my heart. In a soft whisper, he asks, "What? What is it?"
The hoarse texture in his voice sends delightful shivers up my spine, making it arch with pleasure. "I couldn't stand the way that lady behind the desk was giving you the eye.", I confess breathlessly, pressing my chest against his. "She had her gaze fixed on you the entire time. It's a wonder she could even operate her computer, given that she refused to look away from you for even a second."
The hunter tilts his head slightly and furrows his eyebrows, appearing to be oblivious to it as he responds, "She was? I didn't really notice."
His obviously false statement compels me to narrow my eyes at him. It's no secret that Logan has a keen perception. While he may not fully grasp the underlying messages in those gestures, he undeniably detects them nonetheless.
With a huff, I straighten my back and seize his collars possessively, "Well, I noticed it, and all I wanted was to wrap my arms around you, yank you close, and proudly declare that you're already spoken for!"
A small frown shifts his facial muscles and he averts his face, evading my gaze. "Collen...", his voice carries a note of complaint. Clasping my hands, he gently peels them away from his collars, "I've said it before, and I'll say it again: we're not a couple. The only relationship that exists between us is that of hunting partners." His statement sends a sinking feeling to my heart; I had thought that maybe by now he'd acknowledge that the connection between us goes beyond what he initially perceived.
My jaw tightens as I press the tip of my tongue against the roof of my mouth. "Right...", I grumble, the rising tide of annoyance morphing into a surge of frustration and rage, "My apologies, I probably got confused by your dick pounding my ass!"
Logan's expression darkens, and he tightens his grip on my hands with a painful intensity, "Don't speak like that!"
His rebuke only fuels the flames of my vexation. "Why not?!", I challenge him, my voice rising as I glare at the male, "Isn't it true??"
The hunter flinches before gritting out, "In that case, I'll maintain my distance to prevent such confusion."
"Fine! Don't fucking touch me then!", I snap and rip my hands away from his vice-like grip as if severing a tether. Despite the chill that instantly courses through my veins at his declaration, I refuse to back down. Swiftly maneuvering, I retreat to the passenger seat and avert my gaze to the tinted window.
