Page 46 of Hot Saltwater Kisses

I’ll miss you.The thought burst like a water balloon in my stomach, vision swimming for a second. Fuck, no. I knew what this was and, more importantly, what it wasn’t. Also, I’d worked so fuckinghardnot to need anyone. I wasn’t about to throw it all away.

Logan wasn’t mine to keep. That was fine.

“Me neither,” I said, delayed by a second. Then I ducked my head to kiss the inside of his thigh right as I pushed a finger into him. Tight, dark heat, and fuck, it had been a while since I’d been on this end of things. It had been a while since I’d been on either end.

White sheets crinkled under us. I licked the faint tang of chlorine and salt off his skin, the sharp, musky scent of arousal heavy between his legs. Another finger next to the first, and I could feel him relaxing around me, shifting back into my touch.

“All right,” he said. “More.”

“Use your words, babe.”Babe. It had slipped out just like that, my filter sputtering with Logan spread out under me like this, the beautiful curves of his muscles and the clench of his body. Just thinking about how he’d feel around my cock had me teetering on the edge.

“You want words?” He raised his head to shoot me a pointed look—only for his lips to part around a groan, lids drooping, when I crooked my fingers just so.

“Sorry, what was that?” I asked brightly, adding a third finger.

“That…” He exhaled something halfway between a grunt and a sigh. “That was a strong request to fuck me already.”

“Impatient much?”

“Milo.” Logan’s tone was sweet. The way he clenched around me was anything but. “Either you get yourself into me right the fuck now, or I will climb on top of you and ride you into the mattress. Your choice.”

Christ. I pulled out my fingers and wiped them off on the sheets,clearing my throat. “If that was meant to be a threat, you’re doing it wrong.”

He sat up, grabbing my hips so he could roll the condom down my cock. Even the fleeting touch of his hand had me bite the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t come right then and there, bright iridescence flooding my mind. He lay back with a tilt to his mouth that was just a hint smug. “So?”

“Fine.” I shoved his legs apart and pushed into the space between them, covered him up with my body for a deep, harsh kiss. He reached down to line me up, his hips angled into it, and yeah, okay.God. I grappled for control.

One slow, measured thrust. Logan’s mouth fell open, head tilting back to bare the line of his throat, and fuck, he was gorgeous.

I stilled, as deep as I could go. “Okay?”

“Yes.” He slid his eyes open for a half-formed glare. “Move.”

Move? I pressed my thumb into the soft skin at the back of his knee, my other hand wrapped around his thigh, holding him open for me.Move. Blood rushed like a waterfall in my ears.

A tiny roll of my hips was all that I gave him, the suggestion of movement more than the actual thing. It seemed to change the angle, though, because he panted out a sharp breath and twisted into it, his butt rising off the mattress. I pushed him back down and repeated the motion, a little more intent behind it now, delicious drag of heat along my cock. Again. He watched me through half-lidded eyes, pupils blown and cheeks flushed.

“Still complaining?” My words came out like I’d dragged them through gravel.

“Complaining is really not my style.” He wasn’t faring much better, his voice low and breathy. “If anything,”—a hitched moan—“I offer constructive feedback.”

I turned my head to kiss his ankle. “You’re so full of it.”

“I’m full ofyou,” he corrected, and it might have been cheesy if not for the deliberate, dirty way he tightened around me. I stilled, head ducked and eyes squeezed shut, riding out a golden rush of tension that threatened to pull me under. Should have known itwould be like this—hot and playful and just a touch competitive, push and pull.

Then I folded over him, trapping his wrists against the bed as I drew out nearly all the way and slammed back in with a smooth thrust. He dug his heels into my back, eyes open, our gazes tangling.

Words. I knew words, but right now, they flowed away like sand, like water. I moved in long, grinding rolls of my hips, with a twist at the end that punched gasps and curses out of him. Heat pooled behind my navel, mind a jumbled mess as the night narrowed to this, us, his body under mine.

“You close?” I managed. Words, somehow. One syllable—I could do one syllable. Only just.

“Yeah.” He sucked in a breath, the blue-green of his irises reduced to thin rings around his pupils.Eyes like the moon, I thought. Nonsense. I released his wrists and reached down, found him hard and heavy, smear of precome beading at the tip of his cock. He hissed at the first touch, pushing his head into the pillow.Come on.

My hips snapped forward. “Logan. Comeon.”

He reached up, braced himself against the headboard, and rolled into my next thrust. Dear sweet—fuck. I jerked him hard and fast, kissed him slow and deep. Breathing into each other’s open mouths. Finally—oh God, finally—he shuddered under me, shaking apart and spilling over my fingers, biting at my lips.

I let go. Sweet release washed over me like a torrential downpour to end a heatwave, glistening in my veins, mind gone beautifully silent.

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