Chapter 4

His huge palm pressed against the thin fabric, teasing and kneading gently.

The car was pitch black, wrapped in heavy shadows.

His touch pulled a breathless whimper from my throat.

Shocked by my own sound, panic seized me. I darted a frantic glance over my shoulder at Harper.

She was still fast asleep.

No cars were nearby. Nobody was watching us.

Driven by an irresistible wave of depraved lust, I grew reckless.

I squirmed slightly, pretending to shift uncomfortably in my sleep, deliberately guiding his palm to squeeze fuller against my curves.

The man over me growled, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

"Fuck. Even fast asleep, you're this damn needy. I want to fuck you so bad."

The friction sent violent shivers racing across my skin. My soul was screaming in delight.

A tidal wave of heat was ready to swallow me whole.

My chest rose and fell rapidly under his touch, rubbing relentlessly against his solid torso.

Losing his control, Logan yanked my skirt all the way up to my waist.

I pretended to stir blindly, squirming just enough to let my wet panties slip halfway down my hips.

Behind me, Harper let out a soft sigh, as if she were about to wake up.

The terrifying thrill pushed me past the point of sanity.

Taking advantage of Harper's movement, I arched my back, pressing my bare rear flush against his hardness.

Logan clamped one hand firmly around my breast.

Through hooded eyes, I watched his other hand—two thick fingers sliding slowly, relentlessly between my soaked thighs...