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“Then we died together,” she said.
He laughed softly. “It was a good death.”
“Oh yes, it was,” she murmured into his shoulder.
Several more minutes passed before he rose with her sitting in his lap. He gazed down at her. Sand coated her legs, her back. She even felt some in her hair. “We need a bath.”
Logan stood and took her hand. “Come on. Let’s rinse off in the ocean.”
“That’s sea water, remember. We’re only going to replace the sand with salt.”
“We can always shower when we get back to the house. And there’s also the pool. But at least this way we won’t track it inside.”
“You’ve got a point,” she said, following him into the cool water.
Violet waded in and dropped down until it covered her from head to toe. The coolness refreshed her, tickled her warm skin. When she stood, a splash of water hit her face, and she sputtered. Logan stood a few feet away from her with a grin on his face.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” she said and laughed. “You are so going to pay for that.” She dipped her hands below the surface then launched a torrent of water toward him.
She splashed, he splashed. She was laughing so hard her stomach hurt.
“Okay, you win. You win,” he cried, hands up in defeat. Logan grabbed her around the waist and lifted her in the air, spinning her in a circle. “You win, beautiful. I give up.” A bar of moonlight slanted across his face to reveal a grin.
She circled her arms around his neck. “That’ll teach you.”
Logan released her slowly, her naked body gliding sensuously down his. The tips of her nipples grazed his chest, and they distended to hardened peaks. Already her body ached for his again. And she knew he felt the same, the evidence of his arousal growing rigid against her stomach.
“Down boy,” she teased. “We both need a bath.”
He nibbled her bottom lip, and she felt his warm breath against her skin when his mouth traveled the length of her neck. “Why? We’ll just have to take another one later.”
Jolts of sensation shot through her veins, but she released him and backed toward the shore. “Look, man. I have sand in places it should never be.”
Raising his hands in supplication, he followed her out of the water. “Okay.”
When he reached her side, he pulled her to him and curled his hand around the nape of her neck. Instant heat swamped her body. Summoning all her willpower, she palmed his chest and attempted to twist away from him.
Big mistake.
Now she could feel every hard mouthwatering muscle in his chest. She slid her hands lower to caress his six-pack abs.
Logan seized her hips and yanked her forward. His erection coasted over her belly button. He nuzzled her neck and ran his tongue across her shoulder blade. When his hands snaked up her rib cage and cupped her breasts, she moaned. Her mind and body warred with each other. She wanted to pull away one moment. The next she pressed herself against him, craving his heated touch.
She sprang away from him. “Clothes. Find your clothes,” she said and laughed. “Let’s go back to the house. I want a bath, and I’m starving.”
He chuckled, the sound gliding along her skin like a caress. “How about I join you for that bath, then I’ll find some of that fruit we had earlier, maybe some whipped cream. I’ll feed you.”
Violet’s insides warmed with pleasure at his words. She shouldn’t have liked the way it sounded. But she did. What he suggested sounded like something a couple might do together. She needed to remind herself this was just a one-night stand. Pulling her T-shirt over her head she said, “I’m a big girl. That won’t be necessary. I’ve been feeding myself since I was around two.”
After he tugged on his shorts and pulled his tank over his head, he sidled up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist curling his fingers through the belt loops of her shorts. He kept touching her, and it felt so good. When he kissed her neck, her pulse did a weird fluttering thing. “I want to take care of you. I want to bathe you, feed you, make love to you again.”
Her mouth went paper-thin dry.
Logan took her hand, linked their fingers, and walked toward the house. Glancing down, she felt corny and ridiculous as she thought about that movie with Tom Hanks when he described how he felt the first time he touched his dead wife’s hand.
He couldn’t tell where his stopped and hers began.
She couldn’t either.
