Page 45 of Hot Saltwater Kisses

“What if Tom—” I broke off sharply when Logan found a sensitive spot under my ear.Focus. “What if Tom comes back?”

Logan’s quiet laugh fluttered against my skin, water sloshing as his thighs tightened around me. “I told him to tread carefully. Ring the bell.”

“So you think I’m a sure thing, huh?” I bit a grin into his shoulder. “Presumptuous.”

“Hopeful,” he corrected. “Plus, you know,last night. And you’re the one who mentioned pool sex.”

“I may not have thought that all the way through,” I admitted.

“The part about how water mixes with lube and condoms?” Logan raised his head for a smile. “Yeah—been there, failed at that. Didn’t want to burst your bubble, though.”

I wasn’t jealous. That’d be ridiculous.

“So what’s the learning?” I asked.

“Handjobs. Or start in the pool, then move things to a bed.”

“Door Two.” I cupped his ass, index finger lightly nudged against his rim. He sucked in a breath and moved into my touch. In the blue glow of the pool lights, he looked like something out of a dream. I wanted him—God, how I wanted him. Like an ache in my bones, the burn of potent liquor at the back of my throat.

Nia sometimes called sex ‘a conversation by other means.’ I’d never known what she meant until now.

The tilt of Logan’s head as I fitted our mouths together. How his legs tightened to force me closer, our tongues twining in a slick, playful dance of give and take. I traced a circle around his hole, nail catching gently, and his fingers dug into the meat of my arms. It wouldn’t take much for me to come just like this, wrapped up in him and around him. But, no.

I lifted him up, one hand under his ass and my other arm aroundhis back. He curled into me, shivering out a laugh, as I carried him towards the steps leading out of the pool.

“Aww.” His voice dipped, sweetly teasing. “Hold me, my big, strong man.”

“Jerk.” It sounded like an endearment, and I nipped at his jaw to gloss it over. “You’re the size of a truck, so it’s the only way I can do this.”

Huh. Now there was a thought.

I raised my head and met his eyes, so close that his lashes were smudged shadows. “Couldyou?”

He wet his lips. “Could I what?”

“Lift me up just like that.” I paused for a smile, pure as snow. “Fuck me against a wall.”

“That’s, uh…” His pupils were blown wide. “Yeah. How about we try to find out one of these days?”

Fuck. I swallowed. “You’re on.”

Somehow, we made it up to the bedroom—grabbing at each other, crashing into the railing when Logan trapped me for a bruising kiss, then stumbling into the door jamb, hands all over. We fell onto the bed and I rolled on top, held his wrists down against the mattress as I sucked a bite into his neck.Payback. He angled his head for better access, breath huffing out in a fluttering moan as he arched under me. Indirect light framed the headboard and spilled over him, so fucking beautiful it hurt.

I blinked against a kaleidoscope of colors. “Lube?”

“Nightstand. Condom, too.”

After another nip of teeth, I released his wrists and twisted to grab the stuff, dropped the condom within easy reach and opened the small plastic bottle. “Travel size, huh?” I asked as I coated my fingers, Logan watching me intently.

“Mhmm.” He parted his thighs so I could settle between them. “Just the lube. Had to mooch the condom off Tom—I didn’t pack any.”

I slid him a grin. “Youdidn’t pack condoms?”

“Hey, I’m not twenty anymore.” He drew a knee to his chest,opening himself up in a way that damn near stole my breath. “Like I said, I was going to focus on my thesis. And then you happened.”

“Sorry?” I offered, and he laughed.

“Not even a little.”

---