He hauled her back into the air, and they bobbed together. Her toes were barely touching the bottom here, but his extra height meant that he was more on more stable footing. He reached out and grabbed her waist and she stopped treading water.
“Why won’t you be my wingman?” she asked in a rush.
He stared at her.
“I was going to marry a man that didn’t love me. And I had no clue. No. Clue. So secrets? Right now, they’re like a mind-fuck for me. Okay? If I ask you something, and you can tell me the truth, please do.”
His eyes flared wide. “I’d never hurt you like that.”
“So just be straight with me.” She huffed out a frustrated breath as water lapped against her face. “Do you think I’m being stupid?”
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 went poof.
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 lips, 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 mouth.
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.”
Thatshe 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.
