Logan - Lane Hart Page 0,25

first move. He works for my father and seems like a man who always puts his career first. If that weren’t the case, he would have a wife by now, and I don’t think he brought a date to the party. I’m sure he’s seeing someone, though, right? How could a man as smart, sweet, and hot as him still be single? That’s another reason why I won’t lay a hand on him, because I don’t know if he has someone waiting back home. The fact that his dick twitched for me doesn’t mean that he’ll do anything about it.

Then there’s the possessive asshole who is waiting at home for me and would make Logan’s life a living hell if he found out he ever touched me, even innocently like last night when he carried me, helping me out when my legs refused to cooperate.

So despite all of the reasons why I won’t make a move, it is nice to know there’s some sort of mutual attraction between us, at least physically. If Logan knew what a hot mess I was on the inside, I’m sure he would be running the other way.

Since Logan doesn’t make a move toward the shore, I lead the way because it is incredibly hot today and I want to cool down my overheating body and hormones. Just as my toes touch the incoming wave, Logan asks, “Aren’t you worried about sharks or bacteria?” Instead of answering him, I look over my shoulder with a grin and continue to wade in deeper until the water is up to my knees. “I’m pretty sure I’ve read that Mexico’s water is toxic to Americans if we drink it…”

He pauses mid-sentence when I lift my leg through the water and splash him across his chest.

“Stop worrying and loosen up for a little while,” I tell him as I keep going until I’m waist deep in the water. Logan still hasn’t put more than his toes in. “You’re not gonna make me go out here by myself, are you?” I ask him.

Blowing out his breath, Logan says, “If I die of a flesh-eating bacteria or anything else, I’m going to blame it all on you when I’m on my deathbed.”

“You’re not going to die,” I tell him as he comes in and the waves break at his knees. “Now, it’s very possible we may get a little stomach bug…”

Logan freezes, and his jaw drops.

“Kidding, sort of,” I tease. “The water feels amazing, so it’ll be worth it.”

“Why can’t we go to the pool?” he asks. “At least they put chemicals in it to keep it clean.”

“How do you know? It could be even more disgusting with kids peeing in it and all…”

“Yuck. Ok, fine,” he grumbles as he dives down into the water, getting wet from his shoulders down.

“See, that wasn’t so bad was it?” I ask as I get lifted with the next wave. “Relax a little and enjoy your vacation,” I tell him before I go into a back float.

“Easier said than done,” Logan argues.

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Logan

Relax, she says.

Has she ever seen herself in a mirror? She had to have taken a glimpse after she put on that damn bikini that I’m now regretting purchasing. Not because every heterosexual man in the vicinity started checking her out as soon as we walked out on the beach, but because seeing all of her skin and knowing that I can’t touch her is making me fucking crazy. Not to mention that the sexy siren convinced me to get in ocean water, something I hadn’t done since I was a kid, before I was old enough to worry about being eaten alive by a shark or getting a disease that kills me painfully within days.

How could I possibly let Brayden wander out here all alone, though?

If I sat back in the lounge chair while she swam, she wouldn’t be alone for very long before men flocked to her. And I like having all of her attention to myself, even if she is out of my league and untouchable.

Before, she was wading through the waves like a goddamn Sports Illustrated swimsuit model, and now she’s floating in the waves in front of me, with her breasts about to bob free from the tiny bikini triangles. Those big, soft swells are dripping wet and shiny in the sun, just begging for a tongue to come along and lick them dry.

I may be concerned with diseases in the water, but I would risk catching them