His face tightened. “Never.”
“Logan…” She reached for his shoulders and pushed herself up a bit higher out of the water. His hands flexed against her waist, and suddenly she was closer to him. Close enough to see, just for a second, that his gaze dropped to her chest. And when it flicked back, fast as lightning, it was guarded. “Logan?”
“I don’t think of you as my sister,” he said roughly. “I never have, and never will.”
Her heart started hammering in her chest, and she was suddenly very conscious of the fact that she was in Logan’s arms behind a waterfall.
And he wasn’t letting go.
Heat swirled through her body, licking at all her nerve endings. Logan’s arms—big, strong, comforting as always—now felt different.
Beneath her palms, his muscles bunched and flexed, but she couldn’t give that too much attention because her gaze was locked on his face, and the tight, tense expression twisting across it. But that didn’t mean she missed the barely constrained energy zinging through his body. Nope.
She’d never been more intensely aware of anything in her entire life.
The swirling heat inside her started to pool like liquid in her belly.
And still, she hadn’t said anything.
But he hadn’t asked a question, either. He’d just made a statement.
And looked at her the way a man looked at a woman. Never have, and never will.
What alternate reality had she tumbled into?
She opened her mouth, maybe to say something, but she’d never know for sure because before her brain cells could unscramble themselves, he lowered his head and all thoughts were gone like dry leaves on the wind.
Logan’s mouth pressed against hers, hot and sweet. Insistent. Hungry. Without hesitation, she parted her lips, her body knowing exactly what it wanted—a taste of his skin for the first time.
This was so wrong. Her mouth didn’t belong anywhere near Logan’s skin, but he tasted like sunshine and even as she was screaming inside her head because this was worse that the insane free-falling ride at the state fair, she was sliding the tip of her tongue against the seam of his lips.
In for a penny…
He opened for her, his tongue twisting against hers as he hauled her tighter against his body, one thigh shifting between hers, urging her legs up to his hips. “God, Tori,” he groaned, his fingers rubbing against the back cutout of her swimsuit. “Tell me this is okay.”
She couldn’t. But she couldn’t stop kissing him, either, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life as his hands roughly pushed up her back and into her hair.
He tugged her mouth away from his and looked down at her fiercely. “Tell me you want this.”
That she could do. “I want this,” she breathed, already pressing against him again. “Please, Logan…”
With a groan, he curved over her, swallowing the last whisper of her plea. This time, the kiss was entirely in his control and she gave in to the commanding sweep and thrust of his tongue, the teasing pull of his lips. The whole time his fingers stroked and grazed her body, sticking to relatively safe zones, but nothing felt safe now.
Who was this man and what had happened to her best friend?
One thing was certain—Logan kissed like a filthy boss. He alternated between deep, dirty exploration and light, teasing nips. He kissed with his entire body, but never once did she feel like he was going too far.
Damn him. She wanted him to go a hell of a lot further even though that was a bad, bad idea.
They kissed until her lips were swollen and her body ached for more that she definitely shouldn’t want two days after being dumped.
And when Logan released her from his shaking arms, she saw that realization painted all over his face, too.
He slowly stepped back, his hands on her hips until he moved just out of range, and then his arms swung loose at his side.
She missed those arms already.
“Logan,” she whispered. That was all she had. His name. A reminder to herself that this was still her friend. That she knew him, even though after that kiss, she wasn’t sure she did at all. So she couldn’t say anything else, because where would she start?
He opened and closed his mouth. Well, that made two of them that were speechless.
She moved closer. He backed up, so she stopped.
Right. Space would be a good thing, except she wanted his arms around her again. She always wanted a Logan hug.
And now she maybe wanted a lot more than that.
Bad idea.
If she kept telling herself that, maybe it would eventually stick.
He started to speak, and his voice crack. He cleared his throat and tried again, his gaze hard. “If you’re going to have dirty sex with anyone this week, it’s going to be me.”
“Oh.”
“And if you don’t want that, that’s okay.” He was breathing hard, and she thought, no, it wouldn’t be okay.