She looks at me with a soft smile on her lips. "And you're sharing it with me."
"Yeah."
"Why?"
Why indeed. I've been asking myself the same question. I could deflect, make a joke, keep things light the way we've been doing all day. But standing here with her, water lapping around our feet and her eyes searching mine, I don't want to deflect.
"I honestly don't know, Hannah," I say. "I know it probably crossed your mind that I do this with every tourist who comes to the bar, that I flirt with them, kiss them, fuck them by the beach, and bring them to my secret spots. But I don't. Ask Eli. Ask any of my staff. This is the first time I'm doing things I don't normally do, and it's because of you."
"Logan..."
Ah, fuck it. If I'm going to hell, I might as well deserve it.
I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Hannah."
I kiss her, one hand sliding into her damp hair and the other pressing low at her back to draw her body flush against mine. She gives in right away, arms looping around my neck.
Her tongue meets mine, and I catch the faint bite of the coffee she must have had earlier. My cock thickens fast, pushing hard against the front of my shorts. She shifts her hips into me, and I let a low sound out into her mouth.
My thoughts keep circling back to what I just told her. I don't bring anyone here. Ever. So why her, and why now? The answer sits right in front of me, warm and breathing fast, and I don't want to push it away.
"You don't know what you do to me, Hannah."
She answers by kissing me harder, catching my bottom lip between her teeth before her tongue smooths over the spot.
My hands find the hem of her tank top, and I peel it up, slow enough that she could stop me if she wanted, and toss it to the dry area behind her.
The bra is pale blue lace, almost see-through in the thin green light filtering down from the cave mouth. I run a fingertip under the edge and watch her skin tighten into goosebumps. She shivers even though the air is warm. I like that I can see every reaction, every freckle standing out across her chest like they're lit from inside.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Hannah."
I unhook the bra, and it joins her top. Her breasts fill my palms, skin hot against my fingers. I roll her nipples, firm and already tight, and she arches with a soft gasp that bounces off the rock.
"Logan, why are you making me wait?"
I walk her backward until her shoulders meet the smooth wall of the cave. My mouth moves down her throat, tasting salt and sunscreen and the quick pulse under her skin. When I close my lips around one nipple and suck, she cries out, and her fingers twist in my hair.
The echo makes it feel like there's more of us in here than just the two bodies.
I work her shorts and panties down together. She tosses them to where her bra and top are and stands naked in the pale light, water licking at our calves. I step back to take it in—the full curve of her hips, the dark strip of hair already slick, the way her stomach trembles on each breath.
Every inch of her looks as if it belongs to me.
Fuck.
"Your turn," she says, reaching for my shirt.
I let her strip it off, then the shorts, both of those going to the pile of clothes. Her hands map the muscle over my ribs, the line of my stomach, her eyes darkening with desire. Hannah shoves my boxers low, and my cock springs free, heavy and aching.
"I want to touch you, Logan."
I catch her wrist before she can. "Not yet. I want to taste you first."
"Here?"
"Especially here."
I guide her onto a flat ledge of rock just above the water line and kneel between her open thighs. Rock ridges carve into my knees, but I don't feel any pain. The scent of her hits me—sharp, warm, better than anything I’ve ever breathed in this cave. I kiss the inside of one thigh, then the other, stubble scratching across sensitive skin.