16
Giada
A shudder rippled over me, an aftershock of the most intense o****m of my life, one brought on slowly. Gently. Logan hadn’t f****d me, he’d made love to me, and holy hell, did my body respond.
My emotions were tangled in a mess, too.
Growing love for him battled my loyalty to my family and a father who would never approve of Logan Stone.
His heavy body draped over me began to steal my breath, and I tapped his back where I’d dug my fingernails in moments earlier. “Can’t breathe.”
“Sorry,” he muttered, rolling away, his c**k slipping from my body.
I moved with him, throwing my leg over his, keeping him close as I could—for as long as I could.
It wouldn’t last, I knew.
Father would be home sooner than later—
I jerked upright and hurried to my dresser.
“Phone’s over here,”
