start of it," he tells me with a wink. I lick him suddenly because he's just so fucking sexy that I can't help it. I lick his chin like it’s a freaking ice-cream cone melting on a summer day.
He tastes better.
He growls and meets my mouth savagely. An answering groan rumbles in my throat. We kiss, frantic and then slow, hard and then soft, for so long my body is on high alert. He’s the first to break away, but I chase him and pepper kisses on his cheek and neck.
He presses one more, quick kiss against my lips that I lean in to try and lengthen, and we both groan when the cab comes to a stop.
Feeling a little lightheaded from how amazing our little make-out session was, it takes me a second to realize how amazing our next locale is.
We're on the beach at what looks like some kind of country club.
"It's called the Baños del Carmen. Evidently, it's supposed to be one of the most romantic places in the city for dinner," Logan explains as he wraps an arm around my waist and starts to lead me to the entrance.
And it was romantic. I'm not sure how you couldn't feel that, dining on the rooftop bar overlooking the Mediterranean as a guitarist strummed soft music.
Or maybe it was the way Logan was looking at me. Like I was everything he'd ever wanted. Like he could see all of my flaws and still wanted me desperately.
I think I was looking at him the same way.
We talked about his dad retiring from the military, about his sisters, some of their husbands, and his nieces and nephews that he adored. I got to know this adult version of Logan for really the first time. And honestly…I liked him just as much as the boy version that I'd been so gone for.
I asked him question after question, hardly letting him ask me anything. I wanted to know everything about his life that I'd missed.
After eating, he took my hand and we began to walk along the beach. "Don't think I didn't notice how you barely let me ask you any questions," he admonishes.
I blush, sure it’s visible even in the darkness, thanks to the almost otherworldly moon shining down on us.
He stops us and pulls me into his arms. "There isn't anything about you I wouldn't want to know. There's nothing you could tell me that would diminish the fact that you're written in my soul."
He takes a deep breath, and I can't look away from him. I'm enthralled by everything about him. He's beautiful. Everything about him is so fucking beautiful.
"You don't have to be alone anymore," he continues. "I'm not sure what you wanted when you wrote those letters. But now that I've got you back, I'm never letting you go. You can let me keep your heart this time. I promise I'll keep it safe."
Let him keep my heart this time? How does he not realize that I never took my heart back?
"Logan," I whisper. All the words I want to say on the tip of my tongue.
It isn’t a surprise at all to find him moving toward me and me toward him. Our lips meet and lock. He cups his hand around my neck and brings me closer to him, holding me firmly. As if he’s frightened I’ll pull away.
I learned my lesson a long time ago though. I would never pull away from him again. Not until I was forced to.
Gently, Logan kisses first my bottom lip, then my top, taking his time even, though everything in me wants to go faster. His tongue sweeps in, teasing me, tasting me. I open for him in sweet surrender. Sweeter still, he opens for me, giving me his whole self, holding nothing back.
We kiss with the exploration of a first kiss. Tentatively at first, then with complete and utter focus. Because even though we’d had our mouths on each other before, this was different. We were different.
We linger in this kiss. We lavish. We luxuriate. I wrap my arms around his neck to draw him nearer, then cling on tighter to support my weak knees. I fall into him. I melt. And he melts into me. Filling my spaces, smothering my emptiness. Making me whole. Making me free.
Just like he always did for me growing up.
“Should we go back to the hotel?” he whispers in a gravelly voice as he finally pulls away from me. I just nod,