Page 79 of Hot Saltwater Kisses

“You’re hot,” he corrected.

My laugh melted into a groan when he nudged the tip of a finger into me, still slippery from earlier. Fuckyes. I spread my thighs and moved into the stretch. “C’mon, more.”

“At your service.” A grin shone through Logan’s voice, teeth nipping at my chin as he added a second finger. My vision went a little hazy.Christ.

“Thought it was the other way around,” I managed.

“Nah. Mutual, if anything.” Even though his tone was conversational, his voice was rougher than normal, a hint deeper. He added a third finger, his other hand squeezing my waist.

“Logan?”

He made an inquisitive noise, mouth open against my throat. Each twist of his fingers dusted my vision in sparks.

I caught his bottom lip between my teeth, then wound a hand into his hair for a gentle pull. “Stop teasing.”

“Okay.” It was Logan, though, so the easy acquiescence came with a deliberate drag of his hand along my cock as his fingers slid free.Yes. He stretched over me to reach for a condom, and I raised myself up to suck one of his nipples into my mouth. His breath hitched, the beautiful swell of his biceps trembling with the effort of holding still. Ah, payback was sweet.

“Milo.” His voice went quiet on my name. He shifted to the side, eyes raking down my naked body before he held my gaze. “Do we need this?”

I glanced at the foil package pinched between his thumb and forefinger, and—oh. I hadn’t. Not that. Not since Michael. And Logan was…

He was more. So much more.

Slowly, I shook my head, watching him. “Not as far as I’m concerned.”

“Me neither. I’ve never... you know.” He blinked and cleared his throat. “Never done this, uh—without.”

“But you’ve had like a dozen boyfriends.” It wasn’t quite a question, surprise rather than insecurity shading my tone. Yesterday, maybe even an hour ago, I might have felt unsettled by how his past compared to mine. Now?

‘I’ve decided not to take over as manager here.‘

Yeah, he’d proven himself.

“All casual, though. Nothing like this. Not evenclose.” He tossed the wrapper aside before he returned for another kiss, covering me up, his tongue teasing into my mouth. The dull rub of sweaty skin against the sheets and the wet noises of kissing felt like the only sounds left in the world.

There were no angel choirs when he finally pushed into me, no earth-shattering revelations. It was stillus. And yet—more. Yeah, it had been good before, even great. But this felt like a whole new level, playful and open, slow heat in each shift of our bodies.

The way I clung to him, arms and legs wrapped around his body.Sweet drag as he filled me, my stomach quivering with each snap of his hips. Beautiful, so fucking beautiful like this—his eyes fluttering shut, lips parted to hiss in air, exposed line of his throat as his head arched. I dug my fingers into his back, holding on, mapping the lines of his muscles.

“Logan.” I could barely shape his name, my hips arching up to meet him, my hands closing around the back of his neck to pull him down. Sweaty touch of our foreheads, syrupy juxtaposition to the way his body rippled with each thrust.

Breathing him in. The bright, clean scent of his cologne mixed with a faint sting of sweat.Home.

Our mouths caught, tongues sliding hot and wet as he buried himself inside. Desperate, shuddering to get impossibly closer.

“Logan—,” I started and broke off as his hips rocked back and forth in small, ragged hitches.God. I gathered my thoughts, tried again. “Thought you were at my service?”

He exhaled a breathy laugh. “Can’t read minds, can I? Gonna need some clear instructions.”

“Okay, then how’s this for instructions?” I paused and tightened around him. His arms flexed, mouth falling open, cheeks flushed a deep pink, pupils blown so wide they just about swallowed his irises. So fucking gorgeous.Mine. I waited until he looked at me and smiled. “Fuck me.”

He smiled back, simply watching me for a beat. Then he wrapped his fingers around me and withdrew nearly all the way before he snapped his hips forward, and again, each jolt sending stars scattering through my vision, my breath coming out in quiet little pants that matched his rhythm.

“Like this?” he asked, a little smug but for the crack in his voice. His fist jerked me rough and quick, cresting pleasure rendering all thoughts slippery.

“Exactly like this,” I said, and I meant it—meant it in so many ways. I reached up to frame the curve of his jaw, thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone, and he curved down to kiss me, hips shoving forward and filling me deep.

“Milo, God.” He twisted his wrist around my cock, his thumb stroking over the crown, body hitching in short, hard thrusts. Mouth sliding over mine. “I love you.”

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