Free Fall by Jill Shalvis

legs around his waist. “Logan. Now.”
    â€œYeah, now.” Digging his fingers into her hips, he drove himself into her with an erection that filled her to bursting.
    She closed her eyes. She always closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of wet flesh dragging on wet flesh, but he slid his fingers into her hair. “Lily. Look at me.”
    And so she did, locked her eyes on his hot, fierce ones. “Keep looking at me,” he whispered, and began to move.
    She could do little else now, held captive by his dark, opaque gaze, by his hard body thrusting into hers. She felt it build again, even bigger this time, and then…she burst.
    â€œOh, yeah, that’s the way,” he said, his voice rough and gravelly. He sank his fingers into her hair, holding her head cradled in his palms as she cried out and trembled, and then he followed her over.

8
    W HEN L ILY COULD BREATHE again, she opened her eyes. She lay flat on her back on the floor of her living room, sprawled naked and damp and stuck to another body. A most excellent body that even now could affect her heart rate.
    Logan pressed a kiss to her throat and turned her head toward his. Propping his head on his hand, he sent her a sexy smile.
    Helplessly, she returned it.
    He stroked his free hand down her torso, letting it come to rest just beneath her breast. His thumb lazily swiped at her nipple, which responded immediately to his touch. “Mmm.” Bending over her, he sucked it into his mouth.
    She heard her low, soft moan and pulled back, surprised that she could still want him. “Want something to eat?”
    â€œNo, thanks.”
    â€œI do.”
    He was silent while she got to her feet, hunting up the clothing they’d haphazardly tossed around them.
    Where the hell was her tank top?
    â€œLily? You okay?”
    â€œAre you kidding?” She let out a laugh meant to convince them both that she was totally okay, more than. She was merely starving, not desperately trying to avoid looking into his amazing eyes, hiding from the truth.
    She was scared. Bone-deep scared that what they’d just done didn’t seem like the usual wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. Worse, she had a feeling that she could have him every night of the three he had left here and she’d still feel the same way.
    She couldn’t find her panties so she shimmied into her jeans without them, and then tugged on Logan’s T-shirt, which was inside out. With a growl of frustration, she ripped it off, and then found it tugged out of her hands.
    Logan had gotten to his feet. Apparently not feeling the same need to dress, he stood before her gloriously naked and turned his T-shirt right side out for her, then let it drift down over her head. His fingers straightened the sleeves, and then he looked into her eyes. “What’s the matter?”
    â€œI told you, I’m hungry.” She turned away but he snagged her and turned her back.
    â€œWhat’s the matter?” he repeated softly, making her throat tight and her eyes burn, which really bit. She never cried, and certainly not over a guy. She wasn’t going to start now.
    He stroked a strand of her undoubtedly wild hair off her face with a warm, callused finger. “Want me to guess?”
    â€œI’m just—”
    â€œHungry. I know. What happened, Lily, did I get too close there for a moment?”
    â€œDon’t be ridiculous.” She backed away and his hands fell from her. “Popcorn or toast? I don’t have much of a selection because I usually head down to the cafeteria when I need something.”
    He looked at her for a long beat. “It doesn’t matter.”
    â€œPopcorn,” she decided and whirled away from his amazing body, from the look in his eyes that said he wanted to gobble her up whole again, as soon as he inhaled her thoughts.
    Thoughts that weren’t up for public consumption.
    She stuck the popcorn into the microwave and