Logan's hands immediately found her thighs, gripping them lightly. He looked up at her, his smirk shifting into something deeper.
"Hi," he murmured.
Grace grinned. "Hi."
Logan exhaled, fingers sliding higher on her waist. "You know, if you keep throwing yourself at me, baby, I'm gonna start thinking you love me."
Grace smirked. "Oh, please."
But before she could say anything else, before Logan could tease her more, she leaned in, her lips pressing against his in a kiss that started soft—but quickly escalated.
Because f**k, Logan had been waiting for this all day.
His grip on her hips tightened, pulling her closer as his mouth moved against hers, slow and deep. Grace sighed into the kiss, her fingers threading into his hair, tugging just enough to make his breath hitch. Logan groaned
