Page 106 of Sins or Secrets
“Always.” He makes a show of pulling off his t-shirt and flexing his muscles.Just for the added effect, he places a kiss on the bulge of his right bicep, as if I needed the highlight of how gorgeously sexy he is.
He was already looking like a walking ad in his shorts.Now he looks like he walked out of an erotic fantasy.And he knows it.
I think he might also know the effect he’s having on me.
It’s an effect I can’t quite help, even if I wanted to attempt to try to stave off my attraction to him.
The man is ridiculously gorgeous, and the fact that I know what it feels like to have him touch me and taste me everywhere is not helping this idea of mine to be professional.
The best I can do is pretend I’m not dying for him to touch me.
It’s nice of him to do this with me.Whatever it is. I missed him and I wasn’t sure what I should do to reconnect, or if he even wanted me to.
“I always take whatever opportunity I can to soak up the sun,” he adds.
His sun-kissed skin is a testament to his love for the sun.
“And so you should. I forgot how gorgeous the beach was out here.” I gaze out to the scenic view before me of Wrightsville Beach and take it all in.
I can’t believe I forgot this.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t go to the beach in L.A.” He shakes his head in disbelief.
“I did, but it’s not the same as here.For a start there isn’t a vast amount of people showing off their bodies.”
“No, just you.” He winks and I find myself laughing.
“I am not showing off.”
“Don’t look that way to me.” He gives me a once over and there’s no way I couldn’t mistake the look for him checking me out.He’s been doing it since before we left the house, and I haven’t minded.I don’t know who would mind a man like that looking at them like they were some rare exotic dish he wanted to devour.
We’re alone out here, which is nice.It’s lunchtime, and even though we’re on a more secluded area of the beach, it tends to have a lot more people.
I’m glad, though, that it’s just us.
I grab the blanket from the bag he packed and shuffle around to spread it down on the sand and layout the containers of food.
Logan made a lot of food and it smells great.
“What did you make?” I was under the impression that he was just going to make a few sandwiches.“Logan.”
When he doesn’t answer, I turn to look at him and find him staring at my ass.
There’s literally nothing to mistake in what I’m seeing and even though I’m facing him and he can see that I’m facing him, he’s still trying to look.
A cocky smile spreads across his face as his seductive gaze slowly climbs my body, pausing at my stomach then working its way up to my breasts and up to my eyes.In typical Logan style he smiles wider and I shake my head at him.
“Were you just staring at my ass?”
“Yes.”
“Yes? You’re supposed to say no, or at least act like you weren’t looking.”
“Why would I do that?” He gives me a narrowed gaze.“Mustn’t tell lies and you already saw me looking.The only thing I could have been looking at is your ass.I swear to God it didn’t look like that the other week.Then again, it was dark.”
My mouth drops. “What did it look like?Are you saying I’ve gained weight in the last few weeks?” It can’t be that.I’m naturally thin, but I do get a little curvier when I indulge.It’s not a bad thing, clearly, as I have been eating a tad more.No more than when I last saw him though.It’s more like since I’ve been back in Wilmington.
“Baby, I’m definitely not saying that.And I’m not complaining either.I just meant…” His voice trails off and I wait eagerly to hear what he has to say.
