Who Knew My Assigned Mechanic Husband Was a Big Shot? novel Chapter 71

Sloane's body went completely rigid, yet her fingertips curled uncontrollably against Logan's back.

The heat of his touch was aggressively possessive, thoroughly stealing her breath away. She could only passively endure the scorching intensity of his kiss.

Logan's arm wrapped tightly around her waist while his other hand cupped the back of her neck, leaving her nowhere to hide.

The tangle of their lips was chaotic and feverish. His kiss shifted from a lingering caress to something far more urgent. His tongue parted her lips with undeniable dominance, plundering every ounce of air from her lungs.

Sloane's mind went completely blank. All she could hear was their ragged, intertwined breathing and the frantic drumbeat of her own heart.

As the heat between them reached its peak, Logan scooped her up in his arms and pressed her down onto the sofa.

One of his hands slipped beneath the fabric of her top, moving to unfasten her bra just like he had tried the time before.

But simultaneously, he watched her reaction.

Just like last time, Sloane pushed his hand away.

"Logan, no..."

She hadn't showered yet.

In her mind, freshening up was an absolute prerequisite for physical intimacy.

It wasn't just about feeling attractive; it was a matter of basic hygiene, something she couldn't ignore as a doctor.

Besides, since it would be her first time, shouldn't she want everything to be absolutely perfect?

Logan didn't understand her thought process. He simply assumed she wasn't ready to sleep with him yet.

Still, he continued to kiss her for a while longer, holding her close and nuzzling against her skin like she was a warm little kitten.

"Sloane, come meet my family this weekend," Logan murmured.

Sloane's eyes snapped open.

Meet his family?

*

Later that night.

Fresh out of the shower, Sloane sat out on her balcony.

She gazed out into the thick darkness of the night.

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