Page 105 of Just Say Yes

The tension in the truck crackled, hot and electric. My pulse thrummed in my ears as I turned to face him fully, ignoring the blanket that slipped from my shoulders.

“Logan.” I didn’t know if it was a warning or something else entirely, but it didn’t matter.

His hand came up, fingers skimming my cheek before threading into the hair at the nape of my neck. The touch was gentle, steady, like he was giving me time to pull away.

I didn’t.

“You’re killing me, Julep,” he murmured, his voice gravelly, like he was holding something back.

I swallowed hard, my heart hammering as I stared at him, gathering my courage. “Then do something about it.”

Logan didn’t need to be told twice.

His mouth was on mine before I could take another breath—hot, insistent, and utterly consuming. I grabbed fistfuls of his jacket as he kissed me like he couldn’t help himself, like he’d been holding back for too long and had finally given in.

I moved toward him, twisting in my seat as his hand slid to my waist, pulling me closer—closer than I thought the space would allow.

“MJ,” he breathed against my mouth, his voice strained, his forehead resting against mine. “Tell me to stop.”

I didn’t.

“Please, don’t stop.”

Logan groaned softly, the sound vibrating through me as he kissed me again, his hands sliding under the edge of my sweater, wide palms skimming against my skin. My breath hitched, my whole body alive and aching for him as I melted into his touch.

The truck rocked slightly as Logan twisted, his mouth never leaving mine as he pulled me into his lap. The driver’s-side door dug into my knee, but I didn’t care.

I didn’t care about anything except Logan’s hands on me, Logan’s mouth on mine, Logan—everywhere, all at once.

He leaned back against the seat, his eyes dark and wild as he stared up at me. His hands gripped my hips, steadying me as I scooted over him.

His fingers slid under my sweater again, rough and warm against my bare skin, and the sensation made my breath catch. I clung to his shoulders, the hard muscles flexing under my palms as I adjusted my position, twisting until I was fully settled onto him. The steering wheel was somewhere behind me, but I didn’t care. The world outside the truck could have disappeared entirely, and I wouldn’t have noticed.

“You’re sure?” he asked, his voice almost desperate.

I answered by kissing him again, harder this time, pouring every ounce of frustration and longing and need into it. I ground against his lap, his huge dick hard between my legs.

“Does that answer your question?” I murmured when I finally pulled back, my lips brushing against his.

Logan’s grin was slow, dangerous. “Yeah, I think it does.”

He kissed me again, and this time neither of us stopped.

The truck cab felt smaller now, the air inside heavy and charged, humming with unspoken words and the heat rolling off both of us. The faint scent of his cologne mixed with the lingering trace of woodsmoke on the blanket, a combination that made my head spin in the best way.

Logan’s hands settled on my hips, firm but not demanding, like he was asking permission even as his lips moved against mine, soft and insistent. The scratch of his stubble against my skin sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning into him, craving more of the way he made me feel—alive, wanted, like I wasn’t just some girl from a small town.

Logan pulled back just enough to look at me, his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths, his eyes dark and filled with something I couldn’t name. His hands settled on my thighs, fingers curling around the denim, holding me in place.

“You’re sure?” he asked again, his voice intense and low, cutting through the silence like a blade.

My answer was immediate, instinctual. “I’m sure.” I cupped his face, my thumbs brushing over the strong line of his jaw. “Are you?”

Instead of answering, he kissed me—hard and desperate, like he’d been waiting for this moment as long as I had. His hands slid higher, under my sweater, the warmth of his touch scorching against my skin. My pulse thundered in my ears as he found the small of my back, pulling me closer, until there wasn’t a single inch of space left between us.

The truck’s cab was filled with the sound of our breathing, uneven and ragged, and the faint creak of the seat as I ground against him. The hard press of his arousal beneath me sent a thrill racing through my veins, my whole body buzzing with the kind of anticipation I hadn’t let myself feel in years.

Logan groaned softly, the sound vibrating through me as his lips moved to my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there in a way that made me arch against him. His hands moved again, one sliding up my spine to tangle in my hair, the other gripping my hip with just enough force to ground me.

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