Page 50 of It Had To Be Us

“My fault, but maybe we should leave the kissing to dry land. Plus, I’m ready to keep going.”

Logan hands me my board and asks me to wait while he takes his own board back to the shore. When he returns, I paddle out deeper and try to stand three more times, before finally getting up again and actually making it all the way to the sand.

Having saved my celebrations until I’m jumping off the board, I quickly disconnect the ankle strap and run straight back to Logan where he stands knee deep in the water. When I reach him, I throw myself into his arms right as a wave hits him from behind, sending us both under.

“I did it!” I cheer as soon as my head rises above the surface, unable to hide how happy I am.

Logan flicks his soaked hair off his face, and the brightest smile appears as he wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me into the air until I’m forced to wrap my legs around him. “You were incredible, Dani. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

My heart lodges in my throat, and I have to bite my cheek to stave off tears. It’s been a long time since anyone said they were proud of me, and it’s one of those things I didn’t realize I was missing…until now.

“Thanks, Peanut,” I joke, keeping the mood light to hide my emotion.

Logan laughs out loud and slaps my ass before walking us both back to the beach. “I think you just became my surfing partner,” he declares, bouncing me in his arms.

“I got up once.”

“You’re a natural.”

I roll my eyes even though he can’t see me and stare out at the crashing waves. I could definitely get used to spending time here. Not that Logan needs to know that. He’s cocky enough.

As soon as we reach the sand, Logan takes off in a run with me still wrapped around him, and a squeal sneaks out of my mouth.

“You can put me down now,” I demand, though it’s not exactly convincing considering how much I’m enjoying the way his fingers dig into my ass and how his breath warms my neck while he peers around me to see the way.

“I’ll put you down when I’m ready,” he snaps, but I can hear the playfulness in his tone.

“Oh, yeah? And when is—”

Oomph.My back hits the sand, cutting off my words in an instant. It’s not at all painful, but I wasn’t ready for it, so the shock factor gets me. I’m about to complain when Logan’s body sinks down on top of me, and his face hovers an inch from my own, his eyes once again boring into me.

I hold my breath, waiting for his next move as my heart beats erratically in my chest.

“I can feel your heart racing,” he whispers, looking between us. “Even through the wetsuit, I can feel it.”

“I’m sorry,” I rasp, though I’m not sure why I’m apologizing.

“Don’t be,” he says, his eyes back on my face. “I’m surprised you can’t feel mine.”

I suck in a breath at the sincerity in his voice and the intensity of his stare. It doesn’t feel like he’s lying or saying it to make me feel better. He appears just as affected by me as I am by him, and that’s hard to comprehend.

Without thinking, I lift up onto my elbows and press my lips to his, gently caressing them a few times before pulling away.

Logan doesn’t even let my head hit the sand again before his mouth crashes to mine, his tongue immediately seeking entry.

A moan releases from deep within me as I open up for him, molding my tongue with his.

In this moment, everything feels so right, and when Logan’s hand moves to my waist, squeezing gently as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, my entire body comes to life. I find myself dangerously close to wanting something I shouldn’t want. This is Logan. This is what he does. I’m not anything special.Right?

Trying to push the negative thoughts from my mind, I pull Logan closer just as a cool breeze hits me, and my body coats with goose bumps, making me shiver. Breaking our kiss, Logan runs his eyes all over me, a small frown in place. “Jesus, you’re freezing.”

He jumps up and pulls me to my feet before spinning me around to unzip my wetsuit. “Come on, let’s get you warm.”

We both work quickly to remove the soaked rubber from my body, and within seconds of Logan tossing it to the ground, he has a towel in his hand, wrapping it around me. Only then does he remove his own wetsuit.

“That’s better,” I giggle, securing the towel more tightly around myself as Logan pulls me into a hug, letting me burrow into his chest.

“What about you? Aren’t you freezing?” I ask between shivers.

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