LOGAN s*x MACHINE KADE
TAYLOR
Logan was still sleeping when I woke up. He was curled toward me, one hand resting on my hip and the other under his head. Our legs were tangled, and I took a minute to look over him.
He was cocky and so full of life when awake. When he slept, he looked almost angelic. Eyes closed, his chest moved in a quiet, steady rhythm. Once he woke up, he’d have a smart-ass comment on his lips, and in that moment, I didn’t want it. I wanted this serene feeling I had now.
He was peaceful, and almost pure. Then my eyes fell to the tattoo on his side, reminding me he wasn’t. I’d seen it last night and wanted to ask him about it, but his lips had twisted as I touched it, a flash of anger in his eyes. I’d guided him back to me without a word, but he paused, looking at his
