Page 34 of Hot Saltwater Kisses

“That’s what I thought,” I murmured.

The side of his hand rested light against my throat, his other hand curling around my wrist. I caught his mouth for a sweet, dragging kiss. Slick brush of our tongues, his hips pressing down for a second that was too short and left me wanting. I hadn’t truly wanted anyone in… God, too long.

I was aware of every single place we were touching, lines of muscles and the swell of his cock against my thigh, hip bone pressing into my waist. Hum of gravity in my veins, and I twisted into him, drew a ragged breath. Felt like I’d been waiting forweeks.

Logan lifted himself up slightly, no longer pressed chest to thigh. “Okay?”

“What do youthink?” I thrust up to make my point, rode out a bright explosion of sparks as the hot, hard lines of our cocks rubbed together. His hand flexed around my wrist. I arched my back and shoved my head off the seat so our mouths crashed together, hard and messy, no finesse, the angle sloppy. Thoughts were pushed out by the press of his fingertips against my skull. He dropped back down, his broad, firm body trapping me, tongue pushing between my teeth.Fuckyes.

Hips rolling upwards, I gasped into his mouth and ran a hand down his back, yanked up his shirt to get at his skin and the curve of muscles. He shuddered into me, teeth catching my lower lip before his tongue plunged back in.

“I think—” He cut himself off sharply to lick the inside of my mouth. “I think we’re just getting started.”

“Prove it.”

“Yeah?” His nails teased along the waistline of my shorts before he shoved them down my thighs, teeth catching on a nipple. I arched up and he pushed me back down, ground his cock against mine in tight little circles, the fabric of his shorts silky-slick against my bare skin.Sogood, and I could come just from this, hot press and friction, half undressed with Logan covering me up. Just us and the jungle night.

I got my arms around him and one hand down the back of his shorts to yank him even closer, my thighs falling open to make space. His fingers framed my chin, tilting my head for better access to my mouth, all his weight behind the kiss.

“Come on,” I managed, words squeezed into the tiny pause between one bruising kiss and the next. Not even sure what I was asking for—more, harder, just like this.

“Want my mouth?” he asked, and oh, Jesus.

I nodded blindly. He let go of my chin, pulled off my shirt, and slid down my body like a trail of fire. A light brush of his knuckles against my cock, his lips opening around the head. I shut my eyes to focus on just that—wet, dark tightness, then cool air on my skin when he pulled back slightly. A long, warm gust of breath made me shiver, stomach clenching up with the sensation. He pushed one of my legs up and nudged a dry finger against my rim, the sting light and sweet.

I grit my teeth against the blinding shock of arousal. “You can, you know?”

“Not here,” he said. “Not like this.”

Bet I could make you reconsider.

Words locked in my throat as he got his mouth back on me—sliding down in a long, slow drag, nails cutting into my hip to hold me down even as I twitched into the contact, heart sliding sideways. He pressed a spit-slick finger into me, spreading me open just enough to register, teasing at the idea of more.

God, yeah.Please. And maybe I’d said it out loud because he pulled back with a hint of teeth only to sink back down, glorious darkness behind my lids, sweet push and pull as he set a rhythm that sent flares of brightness dancing up my ribs.

I slid my lids open to drink him in—couldn’t make out more than his shadowed silhouette, the faintest gleam of his skin. I wanted to see him spread out naked in broad daylight, wanted to takehoursmapping the curves of his body. For now, I’d learn by touch. I yanked at his shirt again, and he raised up just long enough to ditch it before he returned, swallowing me down without hesitation.

Pleasure snaked up my spine, threatening to pull me under. I dug my fingers into the muscles of his shoulders, felt them bunch and relax under my hold. Vertigo like the drop of a rollercoaster, stomach rolling with it.

I jerked my hips off the seat to get closer. “Logan.”

He forced me back down, made it impossible for me to move, and God, it was shockingly hot, a sublime loss of control. No one had everfelt like this. No one had made me feel like this, wholly desired, no idle pretense or mind games.

“Please,” I ground out. Please, anything.This—his throat muscles fluttering around my cock as he pushed his finger deep, distant burn, the crashing of waves in my ears even though we weren’t by the sea. I thrust up, hips coming off the seat, head thrown back. Pleasure ripped through me in a simmering rush, and that was it,yes.

Freefall—gravity yanking me up and under.

I jolted with the sheer, raw intensity of it all. Swirling shadows, my body locking up as I came.

Logan worked me through it with little twists of his hand, almost too much. I shuddered into the sensation, quaking under his touch, blindly turning into it as his mouth slammed down on mine. Slick, hard slide of our tongues as I came down. My ribcage felt like it had cracked wide open, breath rasping against the back of my throat. Everything in technicolor.

His knuckles dug into my belly in quick, urgent jabs. It took me a second, reality reduced to glistening shards, and, oh. He was fucking into the circle of his own hand, shorts shoved down to his knees. Right, I should help him with that. I wanted to.

I dug my fingers into his ass cheeks and urged him up and forward, opened my mouth around the head of his cock. Christ, yeah—he really was proportionate. I was not a size queen, but wow. Out of practice, this sure was a stretch for me, pun intended. Fuckinghot.

“You sure?” His voice was shot to hell, and it made me smile around him, still breathless.

I pulled back just enough to ask, “You want an engraved invitation?” Then I ducked back in, took him a little further this time.

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