Lynn's POV
Logan walks me backward until my shoulders hit the wall. He presses against me, one hand braced beside my head, the other sliding into my hair as he kisses me breathless.
"God, I've missed this," he murmurs against my lips. "Missed you."
"Me too." My hands roam over his chest, feeling hard muscle through his dress shirt. "So much."
Logan's mouth moves to my neck, kissing and nipping in ways that make my knees weak. His hand slides down my side, fingers tracing the curve of my waist through my blouse.
Heat floods through me—desire mixed with relief and the simple joy of being close to him again. My body responds instinctively, arching into his touch, seeking more contact.
Logan makes a low sound in his throat—almost a growl—that sends shivers down my spine. His hand slides
