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room as pleasure rippled through her once more.
    When he glanced up her shuddering body, Logan hovered on the brink of insanity. He needed more. He wanted to feel her clench around him, to possess her mouth while he pounded against her hips.
    “Ima…Ima…shawdagood.” Veronica shook her head and wet her lips. “Yousari…watar.”
    Logan felt a devious smile curl his lips. “That’s much better.”
    “You.” She grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him up over the top of her. “Youshouldgivelessons.”
    He laughed as he kicked off his shoes. “You want to be my star pupil? We can work something out.”
    Oh, he was going to work something out, all right. As soon as he got these damn pants off.
    She yanked his mouth over hers and assaulted him with a kiss that made him forget down from up and sideways from hardwood. He was dizzy. Lost. Blown to hell and back. He shuffled out of his pants, kicked them off his ankles, and situated himself between her hips.
    Restraint. Show some damn restraint.
    “Protection,” Logan said, as a bullet of reason lodged into his brain. That’s what humans did, right? They used protection. Werewolves couldn’t pass or receive diseases, and a female could only get pregnant when she was in heat, so there was nothing for them to worry about. But Veronica didn’t know he was a werewolf. He’d almost forgotten to play the part. “I don’t have any condoms. Do you?”
    Say yes, say yes .
    “Be right back.” Veronica stood, yanked down her dress and ran down the hall. Her heels from the evening were still strapped on her feet, and clacked on the hardwood, echoing through the house. She seemed to stumble when she got halfway down the hall, and braced herself on the wall to kick off her shoes. Logan bit back a smile at the thought that he’d made her more than a little sex-drunk. He undressed quickly and tossed his clothes on the couch against the wall.
    “Got it,” she said as she returned. Her expression fell when she saw that he was nude. “Oh my…you’re…” Her gaze devoured his chest, his abs, and fell to his cock. Her breath whooshed out on a shaky sigh. “…massive.”
    “Thanks?” he said. The desire to hide himself never entered his mind. He stood in the center of the room, hands hanging at his sides, waiting for her to approach. “Is that what I’m supposed to say?”
    Shaking her head, as if in disbelief, Veronica crossed the distance between them and put the foil wrapper in his hand. “Tell me again why some woman hasn’t scooped you up?”
    “I’m not the marrying kind.”
    “It’s a pity.”
    As he put on the condom, Veronica’s hands skimmed the flexing contours of his body. Her fingers lightly trailed over each of the muscles in his abs, then glided to his pecs. His skin flared beneath her hands. Her touch was charged with something hot and intense, stirring a primal hunger inside him that tightened the skin over his bones.
    “You’re overdressed for this occasion, Miss Vale.” Logan grabbed the bottom of her dress and lifted, peeling it from her body. He tossed it and stared at the beauty standing before him: a black lace bra cupped two full breasts. A flat stomach with a cute little pooch below her belly button drew his attention next. She was bare below the waist. Smooth and downright edible, but he already knew that. Unable to stop himself, he ran his hands over her stomach and up to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands. Brushed his thumbs over the lace hiding her nipples.
    She shuddered, and then blinked up at him with those innocent brown eyes that made his entire body go rock-hard.
    Out of nowhere, she pinched his nipple, slapped him in the ass, and laughed.
    “Funny girl, huh?” Holding on to her shoulders, Logan looped his foot behind her ankle and knocked her off-kilter. He palmed the small of her back as she fell back, then guided her softly to the floor. She was still smiling beneath him, her cheeks flushed pink. “Let’s see if I