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The surrounding water rippled as Logan moved closer. Placing his finger under my chin, he tipped it up so my eyes were level with his. I felt his breath brush against my lips as he whispered. “Trust me. I noticed.” Logan rests his forehead against mine. Staring at each other intently, our eyes saying everything our bodies couldn’t. As the hand on my waist moves up to my face, Logan brushes away the wet hair that’s stuck to my face. His thumb gently rubbing across my cheek, sending warm sensations down my body.
Raising my brow at him challengingly, my eyes focus on his mouth as he bites his lip in response. Shaking my head, his eyes remained locked on mine as he grasps the back of my neck, his mouth just inches away, torturing me. Desperately waiting for his lips to press against mine, my body’s on fire even though we were weighing in the shallow end.
Eager to conceal the smirk that’s itching to form, I bite my lip. Then Logan slowly kisses me. “Sweet girl,” he breathes against my lips in a heavy pant, his eyes desperately searching mine.
Needing to hold on to him in order to make this moment last longer, I wrapped my arms around his neck as his fingers slid into my wet hair, his tongue grazing the seams of my lips as I released the softest of moans into his mouth.
“Yes,” the girls chant, hollering at our display of affection from the poolside.
Reluctant to release me, we both chuckled as Logan’s smile widened, his dimples peeking inside his cheekbones, sending a noticeable mixture of pleasurable shivers throughout my body.
Grinning, Logan runs a hand through his short, dark hair, the corners of his lips curling as he releases me. “Are you cold?” he asks, with curiosity.
If I said yes, would he believe me?
Shrugging, I smirk. “Maybe a little.”
“Should we get out?”
Hesitant to cut this short, it wasn’t lost on me we had an audience. “That’s probably for the best,” I nod.
Wetting his lips, Logan’s eyes meet mine as he plants his feet on the bottom of the pool. “Fireman’s lift?” He asks, using the code word from high school.
“Fireman’s lift,” I smirk.
I swear I see desire darkening behind the pools of his eyes as Logan easily and carefully takes me into his arms.The way he picks me up and carries me around makes me feel cherished and appreciated.
Carrying me out of the pool,the amount of water that washes off of us is enough to make a noticeable splash.
“You alright?” he asks, making sure he hasn’t hurt me.
“I’m fine,” I whispered softly.
Instead of putting me down once we were out of the water, Logancontinued to carry me around the pool and back to our loungers, not caring the least about the way people are looking at us.
It was the most feminine I’d felt in my life.
Returning to the loungers, he laid me down with a smirk. “Let me grab us some towels,” he said, his voice gruff when he spoke.
Taking a moment to breathe, I blinked a few times to clear the chlorine from my eyes. When Logan returns a moment later, he wraps the towel around my shoulders. “Thanks.”
“No problem,” he declares.
Admiring his sculpted body one last time before he covers it up, Logan drops onto the lounger beside me. Sitting on the edge across from each other, a comfortable silence washes over us as Iremind myself we’re living in the present. As long as I’m not thinking about what happens when this trip is over, we can enjoy ourselves.
A slow, uneasy look sweeps across Logan’s face. “You’re thinking about what happens when the cruise is over, aren’t you?”
Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, I rubbed my lips togetheras an unexpected, unfamiliar ache settles deep in my chest.“Aren’t you?”
A heavy, unshared thought shadows his brown eyes when they meet mine. A weighty seriousness was suddenly woven within them when he shakes his head. “No. Not at all, I'm enjoying being here with you, in the present,” he confesses, the corner of his lips curl.
Leaning intohis touch, my uneasiness is fading away. I know it might sound pathetic, but all I’ve ever wanted was to be loved and cherished for real. I feel that every time Logan touches me.
My breathing picks up at the realization, and I follow him with my eyes. When they look back up at me, I pull in a lungful of airas my hands move on their own, sliding along his jawline and locking into place when his head tilts the tiniest bit. His lips pull into a one-sided smile as he traces my features.
“Steph…” he whispers, and I close my eyes upon his touch, his face burying into my neck, kissing my jaw softly and intimately.
Was this what it felt like? When the sexual tension was so powerful, you had to remind yourself to breathe.
Opening my eyes again, everyone is focused on us. Biting my lip with frustration, I let out a groan.
