LOGAN
Cades eyes fall to my lips. Within seconds he grips my hips yanking me against him, our lips crashing against each other. His tongue swipes across my lips and I open willingly feeling his tongue enter my mouth. His arms wrap around my waist tightly as he hungrily attacks my mouth with his.
He spins me around pressing me against the door. My hands grip the hem of his shirt lifting it over his head. My eyes take in the sight of his smooth yet muscular chest which my hands roam freely over as he pulls my sweatshirt over my head exposing my red lace bra.
Cades fingers grip the waistband of my jeans with one hand pulling me closer to him while the other hand grips tightly onto my bra covered breast. I shove him away and turn around lifting my hair off my back. Cade reads my mind and
