Wicked Lovers 05 Belong to Me by Shayla Black Page A

quivered, as she held her breath, willing to give him anything—everything—if he’d satisfy this ache.
    But if she let him, how betrayed would Brad feel? How much more would Logan tighten his twelve-year grip on her body? How much more of her soul would he steal? Tara had teased Logan in high school that if someone gave him a yard, he’d take the whole football field. Nothing had changed—except that he’d grown more ruthless.
    After a mere hour in Logan’s presence, she was too entangled. As much as her body wanted Logan, what she needed was a new trainer so she could keep her head on straight, tackle her first undercover mission, and save her friend.
    Closing her eyes, she drew in a shaky breath, then uttered the one word she hoped she wouldn’t regret. “Romeo.”

Chapter Four
     
    L OGAN froze. “What did you say?”
    Every muscle in Tara’s body protested the loss of his touch. If she didn’t get distance between them now, she wasn’t sure she’d find the strength to push him away again.
    She glanced toward the two-way mirror from which Thorpe must be watching and shouted, “Romeo!”
    Logan’s stricken face said that if she’d pulled his heart from his chest with her bare hands, he couldn’t have been more shocked. He jerked back, staggered to his feet.
    An instant later, Thorpe barged in with a blanket and enveloped her in it protectively. “Come with me.”
    Logan launched himself toward them. “Don’t take her! She’s topping us both from the bottom, trying to force you to replace me.”
    Thorpe held up a hand to stop him. “It doesn’t matter. You know how this works. You’re done. I’ll get Agent Jacobs someone else. Stay the fuck away from her.”
     
     
    Logan’s condo—Thursday evening
     
    Logan paced his living room two hours later, gripping the back of his neck in one hand. He jammed the phone to his ear with the other.
    His older brother, Hunter, hadn’t even greeted him before Logan started in. “Question.”
    “Shoot.”
    Sighing in agitation, Logan paced across the floor again, from the St. Andrew’s Cross against the wall, past the spanking bench, to the padded table in the corner. God damn it, Tara should be here, strapped down, taking him in every way he needed. That she needed. She was a fever, boiling him up from the inside, and he’d be damned before he gave her up. No Dom was better equipped to train her for this mission—for her life. No man could love her the way he did.
    And after this afternoon, Logan had no doubt whatsoever that he still loved her every bit as much as he had at sixteen. Maybe more. She felt something for him, too. In order to exploit that, keep her safe and make her his, he had to overcome a few obstacles.
    “I don’t have time for the long explanation now, so I’ll give you the CliffsNotes. I saw Tara today.” Logan struggled to get his breathing back under control as memories bombarded him.
    “You said her name. That’s progress. Congratulations!”
    “Save it. She wants nothing to do with me. For her, the past isn’t dead and buried.”
    “The way you broke up with her was ugly. You knew it was permanent.”
    “I hated every fucking second that I hurt her. Because of me, she transferred to that prissy private girls’ academy the very next day. I rarely saw her after that.” Other than the Christmas he’d gone to see her, and she’d slammed the door in his face. “But I dealt because it kept her safe.”
    “With Mom’s murder unsolved and the sick bastard having Tara on his radar, you didn’t have a choice.”
    “I still don’t understand the killer’s motives. Why come between me and Tara?” Logan shook his head. “That isn’t the issue right now. It’s her safety. Since the case has never been solved, we have to assume Mom’s killer is still on the loose. He hasn’t threatened me since I broke up with Tara. It’s been a dozen years. You think it’s safe for me to pursue her now?”
    “One chance meeting, and