Page 52 of Just Say Yes

His dark brows were heavy and straight. His chest rose and fell with the same shallow breaths as my own. His broad shoulders were firm and set. One arm propped on the doorway, exposing the long, bulky muscles in his biceps and forearm.

His body was a fine-tuned, athletic machine, and all I could think about was how he could use it ...on me.

If I let my feelings get involved, Logan Brown would ruin me, especially if I gave in to the clawing need growing inside me. Long seconds stretched between us as we stared, both unwilling to cross some invisible divide between us.

His eyes were dark in the dim lighting, and his face was unreadable. I was confused and horny, and entirely pissed off about it.

Hell, he was the one who’d come pounding onmyfront door.

I lifted my chin, praying my voice didn’t betray me. “Are you done here?”

“No, we are not done here. I’m not going to let you walk away just because you’re scared.”

His words rang too close to the truth, and I steeled my expression.

“Do I think you bring me luck? Yes, I do. But that isn’t why I came here. I watched you on a date all night.” He paused, his jaw tightening as if the words were harder to admit than he wanted to let on. “I didn’t like it. Watching him touch you, even just being near you ... you’re not his to have.”

He had watched me.

A sick thrill danced up my spine.

“I came here to make sure you were okay,” he continued. “I came here to see with my own eyes that you walked inside that housealone.” Logan jabbed a finger at the house behind me.

Intensity rolled off him, and heat flooded my cheeks.

“Thank you for your concern.” I swallowed hard, unsure what would come next. “I’m home and I’m fine.”

Logan stepped forward, crowding my space until I could feel the heat pumping off him. “Tell me to leave.” His voice was a low growl that sent the butterflies fluttering in my chest. “Tell me to get in my car and drive away.”

Tension was obvious in his neck and jaw. I stared up at him, his frame towering over me. He made no move to reach for me, but when his eyes dropped to my mouth, all thoughts of wanting to be friends with Logan Brown evaporated.

Maybe I really could do this—enjoy him while he’s here. No expectations, no heartbreak.

“I think I have a better idea.” I stepped forward as his eyes held mine. My heart was racing, my skin burning, but it wasn’t fear. It was something exciting and unfamiliar, a need so powerful it eclipsed my doubts. For once, I wanted to stop thinking and just feel.

I didn’t want to hold back or weigh the pros and cons of every decision. For once, I just wanted to feel—raw, unfiltered, and completely present. And Logan? He was the perfect storm I wanted to lose myself in.

“I want to try something.” I gripped the collar of his shirt in my fist and pulled him forward.

His breath hitched as I pulled him to me, and for a heartbeat we just hovered there—so close I could feel the heat of his skin, the brush of his breath against my lips. Then his mouth crashed into mine, and every coherent thought evaporated in a wave of need as I arched into him.

Logan paused for half a second before his arm banded around my waist, lifting me from the ground and pressing my back hard against the doorjamb. His kiss was rough and demanding. I melted against him.

I moaned into his mouth as his tongue swept forward, sliding over mine. He tasted like mint and desire andmine.

He kissed like he knew what he was doing. Confident and sensual. I was certain he fucked like that too. There was no way a man like Logan didn’t know how to please a woman. There’d be no fumbling. No uncertainty.

My leg hitched over his hip, silently begging for more. His hips ground into me, and fire burned low in my belly. The sheer clarity in my head was refreshing. The only thing I could think about was the fact that one hand was gripping my ass and the other was sliding up my neck.

With a rumble in his throat, Logan broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to mine. “Tell me to stop.”

I shook my head, unable to speak through the fire burning through me. I kissed his neck, just beside his Adam’s apple, and I felt it bob. I kissed again, letting my tongue taste his hot skin and feel his stubble.

“Fuck, if you keep doing that, I’m not going to be able to stop,” he warned.

A low, dark giggle formed in the back of my throat. Part fear, part anticipation, a war waged inside me. He was too close. He felt too good.

For the first time in as long as I could remember, I wantedmore.

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