I pull him down and kiss him again, and he grips me tightly, tugging me even closer. He lifts me with two hands on my ass, and I land on top of my dresser as he steps between my legs, still devouring my mouth. When I moan, he swallows the sound, and then someone bangs on the door. “We need to roll if we’re going to meet Elise and Leonard to deliver the adjustments to the profile!” the girl harps. Definitely cutting her. Logan doesn’t break the kiss. If anything, he kisses me harder, as though he’s assuring me she doesn’t matter as much as I do. As though nothing matters as much as I do.
