lanalogan quotes (book 3)
He keeps me in his lap as he loads us into the backseat.'
'He holds me tighter, but I pretend I’m still asleep.'
'I love you,” she says, though it’s the confession of a sleeping girl.
My core still tightens, and my body feels like electric wires are coursing over the top of my skin.
Leaning down, I kiss her cheek, smiling as she sighs. And even though I’d rather stay awake and keep my eyes on her all night, the long days finally catch up to me, and I fall asleep with her in my arms.'
'If you’re trying to break up with me after I just survived the Boogeyman, I may kick your ass.'
'I stand and throw my arms around his neck, dragging him down for a kiss. He holds me to him, his touch so demanding and strong. I love being in his arms, feeling that security that exists within a simple embrace.'
'You’re so confusing, and I stupidly think you really do love him.”
“I do love him,” I tell her on a long sigh.
'Her words thankfully die when Logan grabs me at the waist and pulls me to him, crushing his lips to mine. I almost climb up him, making it easier to kiss him without so many tiptoes and bending getting involved. Hadley makes a strangled sound, and I kiss Logan harder to distract him from the leaky sink she is.
No wonder the Boogeyman duct taped her mouth shut.
“Right,” Hadley says as Logan continues kissing me. “I’ll just go now.”
He doesn’t even acknowledge her as he kisses me harder, pushing me back against the window that overlooks the city. My mouth stays fused to his, needing this so much after the week of little face-to-face time.
“I’ve fucking missed you,” he says against my lips, still kissing me stupid.
I can’t even respond, because he doesn’t let me break my mouth apart to reciprocate. Instead, he starts tugging my pants down, pushing me harder against the glass.'
'My fingers find their happy place, digging into his hair, and I shudder in anticipation when he shoves my pants to the floor. Roughly, he breaks the kiss to tear my shirt over my head, as though he’s in a hurry to get me as naked as possible.
“I missed you too,” I say while I have the chance, but he’s all serious, and that heated gaze could scorch a lesser prepared woman.
He strips out of his clothes as I toss away my bra and shimmy out of my underwear. In the time it takes me to do that, he’s fully naked and lifting me so fast my breath catches.
My back hits the glass, and my legs go around his shoulders. My eyes screw shut when he puts his face right where I want it, and he latches on to that bundle of nerves he knows how to manipulate too well.
He’s more aggressive than usual, almost as though he’s punishing me, taking no mercy on me when I whimper and squirm and try to make him bald with my hold on his hair.
My head falls back against the glass as I cry out, already lost 'it up so he can thrust in forcefully.
It feels too good, and he bends, kissing my neck with just as much roughness as he’s taking my body. “You should have told me first,” he says, giving me insight as to why this feels like an incredible punishment fuck.
If these are the repercussions of disappointing him, I’ll never be good again.
It’d be nice if this is how he punishes me when or if he ever finds out who I really am.
I hope that day never comes. I’d rather not know what he chooses.
I push my hands harder against the window, and he keeps me lifted from behind so he can control every second of being inside me. He doesn’t stop until I’m crying out, and his hips thrust in hard one last time before he rocks in a slow circle, his breaths labored as he bends over, resting his forehead on my shoulder. He’s still holding me in place, and I grin against the window.'
'You can’t stay gone that long again. You’ve only been in town one day this week,” he says, kissing the column of my throat, running his hands over my body.
“If this is the reward I get, I may not be able to help myself,” I quip, smiling when he releases a rumble of laughter.'
'Grinning like a girl, I rush into the shower. But as soon as I step under the spray, Logan is climbing in with me, his lips finding mine as he pushes me against the wall.
“We can go out tomorrow,” I murmur against his lips, feeling him grin as he slides inside me again.
Just as he starts a steady rhythm, his lips break apart from mine, and he starts kissing his way to my ear.
“I love you too, Lana Myers,” he says so softly.
And in that moment, I’m completely his. There’s no revenge; there are no deaths staining my hands. I’m just a girl in love with a man who’s destined to hate me when he learns the truth.
And it’s devastatingly tragic; more so than any Shakespearian play ever was.'
'I hug him closer, kissing his chest through his shirt. He smells so damn good.
His blond hair is always tousled these days, mostly from the way he’ll run his hand through it when he’s frustrated. It’s a tell I’ve noticed about him.'
'I kiss him to shut him up, letting him feel how good he makes me feel. I kiss him for so many reasons, all of them tangled around one simple, innocuous little four-letter-word that holds more power than I ever imagined.'
'You act like you missed me,” I say, committing every moment with him to memory.
I’ll need it to hold onto. I’ll need it to remember. I’ll need it to get me through the rest of this. Hopefully alive.'
'I’m seriously considering seeing a shrink about this mindless obsession I have with you,” he mumbles, but his lips twitch with a smile before he pushes down his pants.'
'And I’m yours,” he says before he kisses me, swallowing the words I try to return.
For as long as he’ll keep me.
“I love you,” I say as he slides inside me, '
'Anywhere in the world?” she asks.
“I’d go to Greece with you.”
And this is why I’m so fucking obsessed with her.'
'But yes,” I say again. “I’d love you regardless. In case you haven’t noticed, I go a little crazy when it’s been too long since I’ve seen you, and you give me a reason to want to live instead of just exist. You accepted every piece of me, and dealt with the scraps I could offer. And never complained.'
'And you smile for me like you smile for no one else. That makes a man feel powerful. And when I’m with you, I smile like I never have before. It’s a sense of equality, a partnership even. It’s rare to find someone who matches you step for step, and you do. I love that about you. I love you.'
