Page 89 of Just Say Yes

TWENTY-FOUR

MJ

There wasa challenge in Logan’s stare, but I was ready. Without breaking eye contact, I lowered the zipper of my jeans. Shimmying my hips, I slid the denim down my legs.

Logan’s fingertips dragged up the side of my bare thigh, and an appreciative grunt rumbled in his chest.

With him, I felt confident andalive.

I reached behind me, unhooking my bra and snaking one arm inside the oversize jersey to slip my arm free. Logan watched as I pulled my bra through the armhole without removing the jersey. I held it to the side before letting it drop to the floor.

“Impressive.” He smirked. Logan’s hands flexed at his sides, but he didn’t touch me.

Not until I give him permission.

I grinned up at him, hoping my nerves were well hidden. In a move I had hoped was sexy and not completely awkward, I slid my underwear down and kicked them to the side.

Every nerve ending buzzed with anticipation, but somewhere beneath the bravado, the old whispers of doubt lingered.Was I enough? Could I really hold his attention?

But the way Logan’s eyes burned into me made every insecurity melt away. Right now I wasn’t broken. I wasn’t just the funny sidekick.

I was his.

Logan’s jersey was oversize, brushing the tops of my thighs and just barely covering my ass. “Logan, I have a very important question.”

His eyes moved over the hemline of the jersey before working his way up. His gaze paused at the spot where my nipples poked through the mesh fabric, then settled when he looked me in the eye. “Yes, Julep.”

Nerves skittered beneath my skin. I had no idea how to seduce a man who was far more experienced than I was. I took a deep breath, hoping my voice didn’t betray me. “Do you want to touch me?”

He inched forward, his hips barely brushing against me. “Do you want me to touch you?”

The masculine scent of his skin and cologne was intoxicating. Heat pumped off his huge frame, soaking into my bones.

My hand moved up his broad chest and behind his neck before disappearing into his hair. I hummed, arching my neck to allow him access, begging for him to kiss me.

His lips hovered above my skin, his breath warm on my neck. “You have to say it, Julep. Tell me you want me to touch you.”

He hadn’t moved yet, and the ache between my thighs became unbearable. His heat pressed against me, so close but maddeningly out of reach. My breath hitched, and I realized I was holding it, waiting for him to close the distance. When his fingers finally grazed my skin, it felt like the first spark of a wildfire.

“Logan,please. Touch me.” My permission was all it took for him to snap.

He was everywhere.

Logan pinned my back to the island as his mouth covered mine with a low, deep growl. I moaned into his kiss, threading my arms around his neck, hiking the jersey even higher. He slid his hand up to palm my breast through the material.

His hands fisted the hemline of the jersey, pulling our bodies together. “Seeing you in this makes me fucking feral.”

The way Logan’s hands gripped my hips, possessive yet careful, made my stomach swoop. His gaze burned into me, and it felt like I was the center of his universe. I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing.

I didn’t just feel wanted—I feltclaimed.

I blinked up at him. “Green is my color,” I teased, emboldened by the low octave of his voice.

Logan’s jaw flexed. “It’s not the color. It’s my name on your back. It tells everyone what you are.”

“And what’s that?” I asked as my stomach swooped.

His nostrils flared as one hand moved to grip the back of my neck. “Mine.”

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