“Of course I am,” he admitted with no problem whatsoever. “You think I like hearing about his hands on your body? That he knows how you taste, what you sound like when you come? You’re mine.” What the fuck had Logan said to him? His mouth descended on mine, full of want and need and passion as he kissed me deeply. Jesus, this man and his tongue! Wait, what did he just say? I ripped my mouth away. “Yours?” I echoed, licking my lips, savouring his taste. He gripped my jaw roughly. “Mine and only mine.”
