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She was an angel—she felt like heaven.

Logan slid inside her heat and knew in that instant that this was right. What he’d thought he’d had with Christine at the beginning, what he’d thought this would feel like… he hadn’t had a clue.

But with Angel, well, this was how it was supposed to be.

He slid out, then back in, smiling as she arched her neck, her eyes closing on a gasp.

He did it again… and so did she. He liked watching her.

The third time, he dipped down to kiss her throat, inhaling the musky sweet smell of her and him and

what they were doing. It made him harder, something he wouldn’t have thought was possible.

Then she clenched him and he knew that it was. God, she was perfect.

She swirled her hips and Logan almost came right then.

He captured her lips with his, not wanting to lose control. He slipped his tongue inside, stroking hers, tasting her.

She returned the stroking and Logan sucked on her tongue to match the rhythm of his cock inside her.

This time she moan