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“Please Charlie, let me in.” He places a hand on my heart, and another sob escapes me.

But I find myself nodding my head.

I want him. I want to feel this. I want toexperiencethis.

Before I can say another word, Logan's lips crash into mine.

Unlike the last time, it's frantic.

His hands are in my hair, on my face, then grabbing me under my thighs and lifting me up.

Carrying me over to his truck bed, he sets me down, and my legs wrap around his waist holding him as close to me as possible in this position.

Logan's tongue parts my lips, and I let him in with a moan.

He wraps his hand in my hair, tilting my head back, deepening the kiss, and I am complete putty in his hands.

He starts to trail down my neck, and the sensation of it has my core heating, filling with need.

I gasp, and moan, unable to handle all these feelings.

My body feels like it's being lit up by a thousand sparklers.

I pull him closer, needing him in ways that I can't explain.

He starts to kiss over my collar bone, and I feel his teeth graze my skin. My back arches into him, and my fingers grab onto his shirt.

“Logan..” I moan, and he groans against my skin, sending vibrations throughout my body.

His lips crash back into mine, the force taking my breath away. He bites my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth, and I think I might combust right here.

I need more. I need to be closer to him. I need to feel his skin under my hands.

I want him.

I want this.

Chapter Twenty One

please don’t stop

Logan's hands roam frantically over my body, into my hair, and down to my ass.

He’s greedy, making sure he touches every inch of me, as if he’s memorizing it.

“Charlie, I need you.” he moans into the crook of my neck, and I whimper in response.

He kisses back down my neck, hitting the edge of my shirt.

I’ve always been small chested, so bras aren't really necessary for me, so as his lips skim over the neckline of my top, I feel my hard nipples rub against the shirt.

His mouth is devastatingly close, and I find myself arching into him, urging him lower.

He looks up at me, a silent question in his eyes, and my nod is my only answer.

His hands slide up my sides, his thumb brushing that sensitive spot just under my breast.

I arch into the touch, desperate for more, and his hand lands on my sternum, pushing me down onto the bed of his truck.

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