“I was thinking about how it feels when I’m under you.” Logan shook his head as though he didn’t understand. “Did I do something to piss you off?” Tate frowned, wondering what he’d said wrong. “No. Why?” Logan reached down, bold as ever, and rearranged what Tate now realized was a solid erection. “Because that’s the only reason I can think of that you’re hell-bent on torturing me tonight.”
