Page 86 of Keepsake

Reaching for her, Logan let me take her hand in mine, her eyes following the movement while the other curled around her waist.

We swayed together, her skin feeling so smooth under my fingertips.

“That was a huge win,” I told her. “What did he say?”

“Hi.” She giggled.

I smiled, dancing with her in my arms when I promised myself so many times I was going to stay away. The woman had enough problems.

Logan’s fingers came to my temple, smoothing the lines. “I love when you laugh.”

“I like to see you happy, Jefa.” I told her the cleanest of my truths.

“Today was a good day. I want to make it last.”

“So we go to your fancy restaurant.”

“How do you know it’ll be fancy?”

“I’m just guessing.”

Instead of being offended, she laughed, throwing her head back. “I’m tempted to bring you all to a taco truck just to see your face.”

I shook my head, twirling her around with the soft song. “Instead, where are we going?”

“It’s not that fancy. A tapas restaurant.” But she giggled. “We deserve today.”

“You deserve every day, nena.”

Her big green eyes watched me with a mix of innocence and dare. This woman was my undoing. That much was obvious. Before I could catch myself, my thumb grazed over her lips.

“We’ve never kissed,” she whispered.

I nodded. I didn’t have an explanation for that. Maybe if I avoided kissing her, I could walk away. Maybe if I didn’t give her this one thing, she would understand we weren’t meant to be.

I watched the different colors inside her emerald green eyes changing. The dark shades mixing with the light. I had no business feeling this protective over this girl, but all I wanted was to hold her close and fix her damn life. Take care of her.

And before I remembered I was a mess, I took her mouth.

Soft and warm, like I knew it was going to be. My hand angled bringing her to me, and even though I wanted to make it sweet, I pushed further, licking her bottom lip and groaning into her as she opened her mouth. Soon, her tongue was touching mine, twisting, tasting. Her hands gripped the front of my T-shirt like she needed me. My hands fell from her face and down her shoulders. One took her hips, bringing her closer, and the other stopped under her ribs.

The taste of her alone was incredible. Sweet, minty, and all Logan. She let me lead the kiss, turning and moving her and being perfect like she always was.

She laced her hand around my neck, bringing me down and biting my bottom lip, pulling a growl out of me. My need for her was bigger than I ever experienced.

I had never wanted someone like I wanted Logan Hart.

I wanted her splayed out on my bed. I wanted her riding me and being mine in every way. For a second, I let myself imagine.

Pretended we weren’t two fucked up souls who were attached to each other because of a tragedy.

In that moment, she was mine to keep. And I wanted to keep her.

Fuck, Ihadto keep her.

“Whynot?”

“Because…”

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