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Logan cupped her under the chin, lifting her gaze to his. “Hey. I’m glad he did.”
Violet’s gaze went high over his left shoulder, and she tucked her hair behind her ear. Even though it gave her the freedom to be here with Logan, being dumped still burned. “Why is that?”
The sky, lit up with stars that sparkled like diamonds and she watched the change in his eyes, saw his irises darken to a richer hue that took her breath away. Her heartbeat quickened from anticipation, or fear, she wasn’t sure which. Something hot drifted through her body. Something wet pooled in the aching area between her legs, and she wanted to lose herself in his deep, chocolate gaze.
Logan reached up and brushed his knuckles down her cheek, over her bottom lip. He leaned forward, his breath a whisper over her skin. “So I can do this.”
He kissed her.
At first, she didn’t believe it was happening. A feeling of incredulity coasted around inside her when his tongue slid into her mouth, his teeth nipped at her bottom lip. He took his time and coaxed a response from her as he captured her essence.
Then she remembered what this weekend was about. Seducing Logan McMasters. And lost herself in the kiss. Instinctively, she lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck, clutching fistfuls of his silky hair between her fingers. His mouth was tender one moment, boldly erotic the next.
Violet pressed her body forward, and he moaned as he lowered his hands to the swell of her butt and squeezed. Fierce pleasure careened through her when the hint of his arousal pressed against her stomach. It made her heart swell to know he burned with the same wicked desire she felt for him.
He gentled his touch and tantalized her tongue, sucking it into the hot cavern of his mouth. “And the bathing suit you had on earlier… God, if there hadn’t been anyone around I would have ripped it from your body right there in the pool.”
This was what she wanted. She grinded against him, snaking her leg up the side of his and wrapping it around his thigh. Her plan had actually worked. Logan McMasters was hers. For one night, he belonged to her.
“But I like this one better,” he murmured and delivered a series of mind-numbing kisses along her neck and shoulder. “It shows just enough to make me want to see more.”
The lips of her pussy pulsed with need, every nerve ending alive as he dipped his hand beneath the seam of her shorts, inside her bikini bottom and caressed her. Wet heat dripped out as the friction of his shorts and his bulging erection moved against her.
Logan’s tongue swept back into the moist recess of her mouth as need hammered inside her. A word of warning whispered somewhere in the back of her mind, but desire swept through her, intense and molten, silencing the forewarning and leaving nothing but staggering awareness in its wake. He tangled his fingers in her hair and titled her head back, finding her neck again.
Violet made a soft, keening noise in the back of her throat, gripped the bulging muscles of his arms and struggled to maintain her footing on the shifting ground.
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ogan lowered her to the sand and rolled his body until he covered hers, the surface soft against her back, and a warm breeze caressed her skin. For one long moment, everything caught and held. Her breathing seized. His gaze locked on her face. The sea-salt air charged and pulsed around them, saturated with anticipation. He ground against her as if he were already inside her. Her hips lifted, wishing he were. His chin scraped the swell of her breast, and she struggled for breath, loving the feel of his stubble on her heated skin. Finding her breasts, he fondled them with enough pressure to make her writhe for more.
She’d always known it would be like this between them. For years, she wondered if the powerful dominance he exhibited on the football field became formidable sexual prowess in bed.
He clutched the edge of the suit over her right breast, lifted it and exposed her nipple, then dipped to pull it between his lips. When he gently bit down, it was both pleasure and pain. As his mouth closed over her nipple and he suckled with hard pulls, tremors of pleasure rippled across her skin.
Shuddering as his fingers skimmed down her body, she bowed her back when he slid his hands between her legs, cupping her, rubbing the fabric of her bathing suit against the heat of her desire.
“I need these off,” he said, tugging her shorts and the panty of her suit over her hips and down her legs. Kneeling between her parted thighs, he stared down at her. “What a beautiful pussy,” he said and coasted his thumb over the hard nub of her clit.
Every time she’d been around the man, even when she’d been in a relationship with someone else, she’d wondered what it would be like to have sex with him. Now, she knew. Hunger glared in his eyes. The knowledge he desired her, wanted to taste her, produced a carnal, needy groan that escaped from her throat and had her lifting her hips wanting more, craving his touch, craving his mouth.
Logan darted his tongue over his lips. “I wonder what the flavor is,” he said before lowering his head.
A moan pulled from her as his hands brushed over her trembling thighs as he gently parted her folds. He began at the very top and moved deliciously downward and back up again with a tantalizing lick.
“Please Logan…”
She drew in a sharp intake of air when he drew her clit inside his hot mouth, sucking, teasing. The skilled sweep of his tongue slowly built up friction, darting back and forth over her.
“So sweet,” he murmured and continued to lick.
Loving the way he pleasured her, she squirmed uncontrollably. Her restless hands found his head, and she scraped her fingernails across his scalp. “That feels so good. Oh, yes!”
He continued to lick and suck, tug and nip at her, sliding his tongue up and down her wet crevice. When he stopped and slid a finger inside, she almost flew off the soft dry sand. In and out he curled his finger between her legs. She was so wet she felt her juices slide between the crease of her ass. Violet groaned and squeezed her legs together, capturing his head. It didn’t stop him. He delved deeper, licked harder, impelled first one, then two fingers inside.
The magnitude of her orgasm matched the crashing waves that swallowed the beach. A rising tide of passion dragged her under and stole her breath. She thought she might die of bliss as wave after wave swamped her, pulling her under.
He sat up on his knees, evidence of her release on his lips and chin. It made her smile, and she wanted to return the favor. In one swift move, she hooked her leg around his waist and tumbled him backward onto the sand. He landed with an oomph, but grinned when she straddled him.
