Deaf (Senses Series Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

off alerting me I have a new text message. I check it as I slide off my flip-flops.
    Aunt Caroline: I need you to come visit this weekend.
    Surprised, I stop and stare at the text. I go see her every couple of months or so and just went for a visit not too long ago. Wonder what she could possibly need from me?
    Is it an emergency?
    I prepare to type back and ask her then I decide against it.
    Nah. If it were an emergency she would’ve called. Right?
    Me: I’ll be over Saturday afternoon.
    Treading up the stairs, I’m slightly surprised when Logan opens his bedroom door. I figured I was gonna have to knock. And there, the walking sex symbol stands. Shirtless, slightly damp and with a towel wrapped around his waist.
    Are you suddenly drooling? Because I am.
    Cockily, like he knows just how beautiful he is, which he probably does, he leans against the door frame, one arm propping his body up.
    Great. Now the towel is playing peek-a-boo. In fact, if we lean over just a little we can see—
    “Wanna see more of something?” he says in a voice that is low and sticky with sexual implication.
    Of course I wanna see more! We haven’t fooled around since that whole car debacle and honestly, masturbating is starting to make it worse not better.
    At the top of the stairs, I drop my cell phone in my purse that’s dangling from my fingertips. Sensing he’s in a playful mood, I wet my lips, push my chest out, and innocently shrug. “Maybe…”
    Raising his eyebrows, he lets out a light chuckle. “Maybe huh?”
    In an attempt to keep the playful vibe going, I prepare to walk past him when he suddenly reaches out and gently grabs my arm to pull me towards him, my purse dropping in the process. While the initial pull was gentle, the softness disappears as soon as his body is closer to mine. With a quick motion, my back is pinned against his bedroom door, both of his hands are planted against it, caging me in. And where there should be a look of lust, there is a look of fury.
    What did I do?
    While I try to appear calm on the outside, the way my chest is rising and falling at a rapid rate, makes it obvious that I am anything but.
    His blue eyes pierce into me while he keeps his tone low and firm. “Where the hell have you been?”
    “Out.”
    “With?”
    “Why?” I manage to swallow the hunk of alarm that has grown in my throat.
    Logan lowers his face so it is just inches from mine, the smell of his bodywash rinsing my senses of anything other than him.
    I know he’s angry, but the combination of his smell and that look is making me wet. Oh. Shh. You know if you were right here you’d be wet too.
    “Because you smell. Like. Him.”
    Oh, so her little cologne trick worked. Don’t tell her she was right unless you want her throwing it in your face from now until you’re on your death bed. Hell, she’d probably even do it then.
    Challenging Logan against my better judgment, I tilt my chin up in defiance. “And?”
    His hands hit the door on both sides of me causing me to jump, startled.
    Holy shit!
    “And…we’ve discussed this.” His tone is shifting slightly from pure anger towards that of a predator. The slight change creates more moisture between my legs. Logan’s face lowers beside my ear and I can hear his fingers digging into the door. “This body, Maxx…” His tongue swipes the spot on my neck right below my ear. “Is. For. Me.” Another swipe. Instinctively, my knees buckle and that’s when Logan wedges his leg between my thighs to keep me propped up.
    Logan’s hot breath shoots a tingling sensation across my body moments before his teeth latch onto my neck and I let out a small cry of his name, “Logan…”
    Releasing my neck, his right hand slips off the door giving me a chance to slide by him, but when I make the smallest effort, he roughly pushes me back against the door. His eyes staring into mine again. “Don’t move.”
    While I know Logan would never hurt me, the mixture of fear from his tone,