Page 33 of Hot Saltwater Kisses

“I’mdriving, Milo. Fuck.” His body contradicted the weak protest, hips bucking up into my touch. His voice came out soft and breathy. “And—would that be a problem? Not in those words ‘cause I’m pretty sure I watched the porn to go with them. But if I could make things better for you?”

I dug my knuckles into his thigh. “Don’t.”

“Okay. I won’t.” He took his hand off mine to shift gears, slowing down even though it felt like we were the only ones for miles. Dense, tangled forest lined the road. “Why, though? I won’t. But why?”

“It’d feel dirty.”

“Yeah, I get that.” He paused for a second, then covered my handagain, his voice turning lighter. “Guess that’s it for your big, fat tip at the end.”

The last dregs of my tension washed away. Somehow, Logan made it easy, managed to make me relax when most people had the opposite effect.

“Too bad.” I pressed my grin against his cheek. “I was kind of hoping for a big, fat tip.”

He didn’t miss a beat. “Justthe tip?”

“Definitely not just the tip.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

Fuck, he smelled good. I let my nose drag along his cheek and thought about putting my mouth on his dick. I’d done that just a handful of times on late drives in Michael’s shitty car, heading inland to escape the lights and traffic. The first couple of times had been fun—fumbling and risky, his murmured praise in my ears, his fingers in my hair, the rumble of the engine in my veins. And then, later, it had morphed into something that was all about him, a way to ease his moods.

With Logan, it might be fun again. I could make him gasp and shiver, test his control on this empty, narrow road. I could feelwanted.

The earthy, humid scent of the rainforest wafted through the windows, the jungle like a living, breathing entity. Our headlights caught the ghostly silhouettes of trees. Just us.

“Slow down.” My voice was low. I withdrew to my own seat but kept watching him. “There’s a dirt track coming up to our left. Turn in there.”

He flashed me a smile, his eyes liquid dark. “You tryin’ to take advantage of me?”

I smiled back. “Sure am.”

“Excellent.”

The car jolted onto the dirt track, bouncing and rattling over the unpaved terrain. Leaves whispered against the windows as the jungle closed in around us, a wall of darkness broken only by the glow of our headlights.

“What’s along here?” Logan asked.

“Some farms. No one who’ll be awake at this hour.”

A minute, then we came upon a wider part of the track, trees cut back to allow for two vehicles to pass each other. Unasked, Logan pulled over and eased the car to a halt. The engine fell quiet, a chorus of crickets and tree frogs rising. Darkness wrapped around us.

“What now?” His question held just a hint of playful challenge. It didn’t feel like a game, though, no power play. Just syrupy desire that flowed in my blood.

“Now…” I opened the door on my side and paused, savoring the stretch of tension. “First one to the backseat wins.”

“Winswhat?” Logan asked right as I got out of the car and slammed my door. He’d only just started to clamber out when I slid into the backseat.

“Bragging rights,” I said, voice raised to carry through the open window.

“You cheated.” Laughter colored the contours of his words. “I want a rematch.”

“Sure. Or…” I reached across to open the door for him. “Or you could shut up and kiss me.”

“You drive a hard bargain.” A second later, he crawled in with me—pushed me back against the side of the car, sure and solid, his thighs bracketing me in. Holy shit. Close and still not close enough.

“Was that a complaint?” I canted my hips up with a soft hum. Our voices had dropped to a whisper, the night breathing in time with us. “Because there’s a suggestion box back at the dive center. Office hours only.”

He dipped his head, lashes tickling my cheek, slow like a butterfly opening its wings. Hot gust of air against my lips. “No complaints here.”

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