"Hi." Hannah reaches me and grabs the front of my shirt.
Then her mouth is on mine.
Soft lips, warm tongue, the taste of rum and something sweet. Salt air clings to her skin too. Waves crash a few yards behind us, but all I hear is the way she sighs into me, that breathy moan vibrating against my mouth and shooting straight to my cock.
God, she's soft everywhere. Those full curves press flush against my chest, her hips slotting against mine, her fingers twisting tighter in my shirt.
My own hands find her waist, sliding over the warm fabric of her top to feel the heat of her body underneath. I tighten my grip, pull her closer, deeper, until there's no space left between us, and the beach aroundShore Thingmight as well not exist.
Hannah whimpers, and my control slips. One hand slides up to tangle in her hair, that black mass already half-wild from the humidity, and I angle her head just right to deepen the kiss. My tongue sweeps against hers, tasting every inch while my other palm stays firm at the small of her back, holding her right where I want her.
Fuck, I shouldn't be doing this. But her body fits against my longer frame like she was made for it, all soft heat and freckled skin, and I can't stop thinking about how she'd feel under me, how she'd sound if I'm buried to the hilt inside her.
When she finally pulls back, we're both breathing as if we've just run a marathon.
I have never been so hard in my life.
"I changed my mind about the thank you," she says and kisses me again.
Softer, this time.
2
HANNAH
My lips are buzzing, and my heart is doing something irregular against my ribs.
What the hell did I just do? Who is this woman who took over my body?
I don't grab strangers and kiss them on beaches. Impulsive makeout sessions with someone I essentially just met is something I never do. It's just notme.
"That was a hell of a thank you," Logan says, and his voice is rougher than it was before. That slow grin spreads across his face, but he's affected too—his breathing, the way his fingers dig into my waist.
God, he's so hot, and it didn't help matters that he was kind enough to help me from a douche who wouldn't have accepted 'no' for an answer. That guy paled beside Logan.
He's a full foot taller than me, with long-ish dark hair that kisses the tips of his ears. Even in nothing but shorts and a plain white tee, his body is the stuff of my fantasies—broad shoulders thattaper to a small waist, muscled arms, and big hands. Veiny hands.
And then his eyes. Hazel brown while we were at his bar, but now, with the sunlight, it looks almost like molten gold.
"Something you should know about me, Logan. I'm thorough. When I commit to something, I really commit."
"Good to know." His thumb brushes across my hip bone where my top has ridden up, and heat shoots straight down my spine. My core clenches because yes, Logan is the hottest guy I've ever seen, but he also kisses really,reallywell. I almost forgot we're in a public place with lots of his staff milling about. "Speaking of commitment—you still thinking about chickening out of the party tonight?"
Right. The surf party. I'd been noncommittal earlier because I'm super awkward at parties.
But I'm standing here with his hands on me and beach air in my lungs, and for the first time in months, I feel something other than the crushing weight of work, work, and more work.
It's probably the island or Logan himself, but I haven't breathed this clearly for so long. What the hell, I've been so out of character, I might as well go all in.
"I'll be there." No playing coy here. I want to see him again, and I'm not going to pretend otherwise.
"Perfect." He flashes his white teeth. "That polka dot bikini should fit right in with the theme."
Heat climbs up my neck and spreads across my cheeks. I'm not the most confident person, especially in a bikini, but for someodd reason, Logan makes me feel, well, sexy. Almost. "I'll try not to disappoint."
"Impossible." His gaze zeroes in on my mouth as he grazes a knuckle along my jaw. My breath catches, and I don't know if he does this to every tourist that grabs his attention, but God, he issogood at seduction.
I can't win at this game, not that I even want to.