Page 106 of Just Say Yes

“Julep,” he murmured against my skin, his voice a low rasp that made my toes curl. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

I swallowed hard, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as I whispered, “Then show me.”

The challenge hung in the air between us, and for a moment Logan just looked at me—his gaze intense and searching, like he was memorizing every detail of this moment. Then his mouth was on mine again, his kiss deeper, more demanding, his hands guiding my movements until I was rocking against him in a slow, maddening rhythm.

The seat belt buckle dug into my knee, a distant discomfort that made the moment only more real, more visceral. Logan’s hands never stopped moving, tracing paths over my skin that left me dizzy and aching for more. He groaned again as I shifted against him, the friction sending sparks of heat through both of us.

“Julep,” he said, his forehead resting against mine as he tried to catch his breath. His fingers flexed against my hips, holding me steady. “If we don’t stop now ... I’m going to fuck you in this truck.”

I shook my head, brushing my lips over his, soft and teasing. A wicked smile stretched across my face. “I don’t want to stop.”

Something in his expression changed, his eyes blazing with a mix of desire and something deeper—something that made my chest tighten and my heart race.

He kissed me again, his movements deliberate and slow, like he wanted to savor every second. His hands slid up my thighs, pushing the fabric of my sweater higher until he pulled it up and over my head. My fingers moved beneath his shirt, tugging it upward, needing to feel the heat of his skin against mine.

The truck rocked slightly as Logan adjusted his position, his hands never leaving me, his mouth never straying far from mine. I felt weightless and grounded all at once, like I could fall apart in his arms and still somehow be whole.

When he finally pulled back, his chest heaving and his lips swollen, he rested his forehead against mine, his voice a harsh whisper. “You’re incredible, Julep.”

I smiled, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “So are you.”

Logan’s hands gripped my waist, steadying me as I adjusted over him, the heat between us building to a fever pitch. His gaze locked with mine, heavy and intense, and I felt every unspoken word hanging between us.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice deep and tight with restraint.

I leaned in, pressing my lips to his, answering him without words. My fingers explored the hard planes of his chest, the heat of his skin searing against my palms. Logan groaned softly, the sound sending a shiver through me as his hands moved lower, his grip tightening just enough to make my breath hitch.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered against my mouth, his tone equal parts reverence and hunger.

“You,” I answered without hesitation, my voice trembling with need. “Just you.”

His eyes roamed over me, dark and wanting, as his hands explored every curve, every inch of bare skin. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice raw and honest.

I pushed his jacket off, tugged his shirt over his head, and tossed them aside. My fingers traced the lines of his muscles, marveling at the strength beneath my touch. Logan leaned back slightly, his hands moving to the clasp of my bra. He paused, his eyes searching mine for permission.

I nodded, breathless, and he made quick work of the clasp, the straps falling away to bare me completely. Logan’s gaze darkened, his hands cupping me gently as his mouth followed, pressing kisses along the curve of my collarbone, down to the swell of my breast.

I gasped, my head falling back as his tongue flicked over my nipple, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to my core. My hips moved instinctively, grinding against him, and the hard press of him against me made my pulse thunder in my ears.

“Julep,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

I smiled, breathless and emboldened. “Then die happy.”

His laugh was low and full of heat, but it was quickly swallowed as I kissed him again, my hands moving to the button of his jeans. Logan stilled, his hands on my hips, his forehead pressing to mine as his breathing grew heavier.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his tone soft but serious.

“Yes,” I whispered, my heart hammering in my chest. “I’ve never been more sure.”

That was all he needed. I slid to the passenger seat and clumsily removed my jeans and underwear while Logan unbuttoned his jeans.

When we were both naked, his hands were deft and sure as he guided me back to his lap. Logan spit on his hand, sliding his fingers between my legs to make sure I was ready to take him.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “Hot and tight and needy.”

God, I am so ready.

The air between us felt electric, every touch, every movement heightening the tension until it felt like we might combust. When he finally guided me down onto him, I gasped. I was stretched and so full the world seemed to stop.

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