“I’m right here.”
She pressed her eyes shut and gave in to the heat blooming inside her. The hot, hungry desire he’d ignited. “What did you want to do?”
“Everything.” He groaned and pressed his face into her hair. “When you were putting sunscreen on, I wanted to strip you out of your swimsuit and taste you all over. When you folded into my arms last night, I wanted to carry you to my room and sink into you. One day, I want you to be mine, Tori. I’m not fooling around. But I know you’re hurting, and I can be a patient man.”
“This is crazy.”
“Yeah. Totally insane. Doesn’t change the fact that’s how I feel about you. And I know this is the worst time to tell you. I get that. But I kissed you, and I can’t take that back. And somehow I gave you the erroneous impression that I was conflicted about that, about wanting you. I’m not. Maybe I should have told you sooner,” he muttered in her ear.
Her heart lurched. “That would have been just as hard,” she whispered, twisting her head so she could see his profile. “And what would have been the point?”
He rolled his shoulders, the planes of his chest hard as they bumped against her back. “Maybe there wasn’t, then. Maybe we needed to wait.”
“You’re still on the other side of the country, Logan.”
“Not right now. Not every time I’ve visited you.”
“And I’ve come to you. But then we have to say goodbye again.”
“Maybe now we’ll stop saying goodbye, and start saying…” He shrugged. “I dunno. How about, ‘I can’t wait to do it all over again?’”
“Do what?”
He squeezed her hips with his hands as he turned her slowly, reverently, and lifted her up to sit on the counter. His face softened as he leaned in close and cupped her cheeks in his hands. “This.”
