Cassie (The Mitchell/Healy Family #7)(63)



I ran until I was out of breath, warm tears streaming down my face. People were giving me dirty looks, judging me for looking like a fool. If my raccoon eyes didn't say enough, my inability to understand ? I was running barefoot down a filthy street in Vegas to catch up to a man I couldn't shake from my mind.

I made it there finally, sifting through the crowds of people conversing outside. My eyes coasted the surrounding area, desperately searching for Logan. ?Just when I was about to give up I heard his voice from behind. "You came back."

"How is this supposed to work, Logan? How do we even know it will work?"

He reached both hands up and cupped my face. His eyes were staring into mine. "We won't know the answers until we try. Is that why you came back? You want to try?"

I shrugged. "It's impossible. Your life is here, mine is back east."

"We will figure it out. Just give me a chance. Let me be with you, because ever since the day ?you walked out of my life I haven't been the same. Thoughts of you consume me. I miss you being around. Maybe I don't deserve you for what I did, but dammit I've got to try."

Our embrace was very public, and I wondered if it would get Logan in trouble with his job. I’d been an informant. My pictures were in the files. Surely his co-workers recognized me from surveillance. I wondered what they’d do to Logan. Would he lose his position for fraternizing?

His tongue maneuvered around mine, twisting and turning in harmony. I pulled away because things were getting heated to quick. “Wait. Maybe we should take this somewhere else.”

“I’ve got this place right outside the city. It’s pretty nice,” he teased. “Maybe you’d want to go there.”

We started walking together, my arm tangled inside of his. “Where are you parked?”

“Just around the corner.” We sauntered around the building, finally making it to his familiar sedan. He opened the door for me and watched as I climbed in. My heart was beating a thousand beats per minute. My excitement was through the roof. Even though I’d told myself this couldn’t happen – that we could never work.

I was a fool.

I’d been denying myself happiness because I was angry and afraid. It wasn’t until I heard him, until I saw the way only he could ever look at me, when I knew there was no stopping our connection, not even thousands of miles.

I would have liked to say we pulled the car over and f*cked in the backseat like horny teenagers, but it would be a lie. While struggling to contain our excitement, Logan put his lights on to get through the city traffic. He kept a focus on the road while never letting go of my hand. We hardly said anything. We really didn’t need to. Logan and I were on the same page, right where we’d left off before.

As soon as he pulled into his driveway we both made a mad dash for the front door. We bypassed the living room and headed straight down the hall. Clothes were flying off before his door was shut, and by the time we made it to the mattress, his lips were on mine again.

With precision, I was lifted up, my legs shoved in the air. Logan came up between them, sucking on one of my nipples before finding my lips again. His hunger was so intense his breathing was strained. Sweat rolled down his forehead and his bare chest was already shiny. I ran my hands over it, pinching his nipples hard to get a rise. He thrust inside of me without warning. I made a loud sound, shocked and pleased. It felt so good, the friction and pace. He worked his hips, grinding into me harder and harder.

We switched positions, him flipping me around and taking me from behind. I clung to the headboard as he rammed inside of me full-force. I screamed out his name, getting off on the sounds escaping his lips. When I thought he was ready to explode, he removed himself and turned me around again, pulling my body to straddle his lap. My own lubrication allowed me to slip back in easily. In this position he was able to play with my tits and kiss me passionately.

I lost control, almost immediately. I fell victim to my own restraint, my head falling back as I was overwhelmed with euphoria.



Waking up in his arms made it all more real. I’d been dreaming of it for months, never thinking it would happen again. So much had changed in my life, some good, some bad, but my feelings for him had only intensified. I wanted this man with every ounce of need in my body. There had to be a way for us to make it work.

“I missed this, Cassie.”

“I missed you too. I should have called or sent you a message. Time slipped away from me.”

“How have you been?” He began to laugh. “It’s terrible I’m asking you this after we spent the night together.”

“I’ve been okay. A little lonely, but all right. I joined the police academy. Of course, I’m going to be behind since I had to come here to testify. I’m hoping it doesn’t hurt my chances of graduating on time, but you know how they are with regulations.”

He was in shock. “Are you serious, or are you yanking my chain?”

I smiled. “I’m serious.”

“If you want, I can make some calls on your behalf,” he said while tracing his fingers up my thigh. “I’m sure I can put a good word in for you.”

“I don’t need your help, Agent Campbell. I can manage on my own.”

“Wow. What made you want to do it?”

This was an easy answer. “Someone showed me how to be a better person, how to help people who think they’re all alone in this big world. I wanted to be like him; to make the world better one case at a time.”

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