“You went right past me then turned around and came back. Why did you do that?”
“Hm…” He takes a few steps away, toward the water. “You were so beautiful. You were so absorbed in that damn book. I’m pretty sure your nose was touching the pages.”
“I was trying to hide,” I say, remembering. Quatopygia… Embarrassment heats my cheeks. “I was checking out your butt when you suddenly turned around and caught me.”
Happiness and sadness fight it out in my stomach. I’d been so innocent back then.
Logan steps closer, his large hands covering my waist. That sexy grin is in his voice, and I can’t deny the hum it sets off under my skin. “You were checking me out?
The heat from our bodies is intoxicating. My fingers move from his wrists up his muscled arms, and I can’t seem to breathe normally. “It was a new experience for me.”
“I remember your level of experience.” He leans forward, and my lips are heavy. I remember my first time, our first time. He’d been so gentle, so amazing.
“Don’t tell me it wasn’t a new experience for you.” I try to tease him. “I’m sure you’d never been attracted to a bookworm before.”
“Every guy has a sexy librarian fantasy.”
“Even massively handsome jocks?”
“Those in particular.”
Jesus, that grin in his voice has me right back to all the ways he’d made me feel—light and free and so sexy. I’d never felt sexy a day in my life before him.
“Logan—” His name escapes on a sigh just before he takes my mouth.
As always, his kiss is consuming, and I’m right there with him, holding the sides of his face and opening my mouth. Our tongues collide, and heat floods my pelvis. I’d decided earlier it would be best not to sleep with him, but when he lifts me and slowly eases us to a sitting position, me straddling his lap, I know I won’t be doing what’s best.
His hands are on my waist, and my knees dig into the soft, cool sand as I push up on them, holding his face in my hands. I kiss him like I’m tasting fine wine, so delicious. Large hands grip my legs, sliding under my skirt, moving higher to the tops of my thighs. My mouth breaks from his, and I exhale a moan. The desire is excruciating.
In my kneeling position, his face is right at my breasts. I feel the scruff of his beard against my skin, and I quickly pull the string of my bikini top. It falls loose, and I rake my fingers desperately along the V-neck of my dress, spilling out my breast and allowing him to pull a tight nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, god, yes,” I gasp, clutching his cheeks and tracing my fingernails through his soft beard.
He makes a groaning sound as his hands find the seam of my bikini bottoms, teasing me. My thighs shake with desire. My forehead is hot. I can barely take it anymore when a thick digit goes inside me, and I lose control.
“Logan…” My nails dig into the skin of his shoulders.
“Shit, Kass,” he hisses as his fingers invade, deep and curling. His voice is low. “You’re so wet… I want you so much right now.”
“Please…” I slide my tongue across his top lip before pulling it into my mouth. “Please don’t stop.”
I barely have time to react. His hands move down my back, and he rolls us so that I’m lying on the hill of sand under the boardwalk. His head is at my waist, kissing a line along my hip bone, moving lower. “I want to taste you.”
My hips jump when his beard teases the crease of my thighs, and I gasp as he pulls the material aside and circles his tongue around my clit.
“Logan!” My back arches, and he begins his slow assault, massaging and sucking, the groan of his hunger vibrating through my body.
Pleasure fizzes through my pelvis, snaking down my thighs. His hands cup my ass, holding me to his mouth as he continues circling, teasing, sucking, until my body erupts in a shuddering orgasm. I’m moaning and whimpering, and he takes one last sweep of his tongue.
Nothing has changed. He’s up, leaning forward to pull my lips with his mouth. Only a moment he breaks away, rising above me like a dark, sexy mountain. I hear the rip of foil, and I’m breathing so hard. I remember this so well.
Reaching out, my fingers fumble over his thick cock, sliding down his shaft as he rolls the condom over it. So big…
He leans down to kiss me again, long and slow. Everything about Log
an is big. I slide my hands over his cheeks, down the length of his neck, inside his shirt that’s now unbuttoned. I trace my fingers through the coarse hair on his chest—another new thing. With a shiver, I think he’s a man now. I touch a beaded nipple, and he groans and kisses me deeper. I trace the lines of his torso, and he rocks his hips, moving closer to my core.
My knees are bent at his waist ready for him, but as always, he’s taking his time, kissing my face, my neck, my eyebrows as the orgasm cooling inside me rages to life again. My hands are at his narrow waist, and my thumbs move forward, tracing the V along his pelvis. I feel his erection touching my thigh, and I’m aching, dying for him to fill me.