Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

Danielle

Fireworks.

All I see are fireworks.

Waves crash against the shore, spraying our legs with water. A big one could sweep us out to sea, and I don’t think I’d notice.

Because Logan Dawson is kissing me.

The second his lips touched mine, I knew we weren’t acting anymore. Everything faded away, and right now, all I feel is him.

His lips against mine.

His arms around me.

His hips brushing against mine.

My heart is beating so fast I can feel my pulse throughout my entire body. Every nerve in my body tingles, and the heat that’s rushing through me threatens to burn me from the inside out.

Logan slides his hand down my back, fingers resting right at the top of my ass. He moves his other hand from my chin to my hair, and my long locks tangle over his fingers. My lips part, welcoming his tongue into my mouth. Knees threatening to buckle, I reach up, needing to hold onto him for support.

Once my arms are around him, Logan pulls me in even closer, smashing my breasts against his chest. I grip him tight, holding him like my life depends on it. And right now, I suppose it does. Because I will wash out to sea if he stops kissing me.

Logan leans forward, bending me back as he slips his tongue into my mouth. A small whimper escapes my lips, making him kiss me even harder. He curls his fingers, taking a fistful of my hair.

I can taste the strawberry margaritas on both our lips, but kissing Logan is more intoxicating than any sort of alcohol.

Someone shouts something, maybe telling us to get a room? I’m not sure. Their voice is just a distant echo over my pounding heart. I push my hips up against Logan’s, suddenly overtaken by desire. I feel Logan’s cock through his pants, starting to harden against me. I sweep one hand down his shoulder, over his chest, and to his belt.

All the desire and emotion we’ve pent up over the year that we’ve been friends comes rushing out at a dizzying rate, and I want nothing more than to give in and give Logan everything.

Need for him swells inside me, and Logan starts to bunch up my dress with his fingers. I move my hand to the buckle on his belt, ready to undo it, pull it out of the belt loops, and unbutton his pants.

Suddenly, we both break apart at the same time, realizing how close we’re coming to laying each other down right here in the sand, in front of my entire family and a few dozen strangers.

Holy.

Shit.

Logan just kissed me, and it was the best kiss I’ve ever had. The entire world faded around me in a way I never thought possible. That kiss was the thing romance novels center around. The subject of poems and love songs.

And if one kiss is that amazing, doing anything more…I don’t know if I can handle it.

Breathless, I suck in air, blinking up at Logan. He’s staring back at me with the same look in his eye, one that says what the hell just happened as well as why the hell didn’t we do that sooner?

“I got a few good ones,” Diana says, reminding me that she’s here with us. Taking photos of Logan and me.

Of.

Our.

First.

Kiss.

“Th…thanks,” I mumble, still not able to tear my eyes away from Logan. That’s not the way I thought our first kiss would happen, but now that it did, I can’t see it playing out any other way.

Logan moves his hand from the back of my head to my arm, gently running his fingers over my flesh and making goosebumps break out along my arm. He pulls me close once more when I shiver, and his body is so warm, so welcoming. It feels so right. I don’t want to move away.

“Oh, appetizers are here!” Diana extends the phone to me, but I still can’t move. Logan keeps one arm around me and reaches forward, taking my phone. We need to go to the table and eat, acting like everything is normal.

Like we kiss all the time.

Which we would, if we were really engaged.

Blinking, I tear my eyes away from Logan. We’re not that far from the table, and the smell of food wafts through the air. I’m starving and not hungry at the same time. Another wave, bigger than the others, comes to shore, spraying us with water. Logan drops his hand from my body, and I miss his touch immediately.

“We should go eat,” he says, voice somehow coming out strong and steady. I’m not sure I can string two words together and make a sentence right now. Everything inside me is running around, hands waving in the air and screaming with excitement.

Nothing has ever felt so right or natural than my lips connecting with Logan. Another surge of warmth goes through me when I think about connecting in other ways. I get wet just thinking about Logan on top of me, biceps flexed as he holds himself up. Lining his cock up to my core as I bend my legs and tilt my hips toward his.

“Danielle?”

I blink and realize I’ve been standing here holding my breath. It’s just a kiss. I’ve been kissed before. I’ve had sex before. Lots of sex. So why do I feel like a virginal schoolgirl standing here before her crush?

Logan is doing bad, bad things to me…and I don’t want him to stop. I know we need to go to the table and put on a different kind of act when we really need to talk about what just happened.

But mostly, I want him to kiss me again.

“Wait,” I blurt and take his hand. My heart starts hammering again. What if that was just a fake kiss to him? What if he didn’t react the same way I did? Physically, I know he enjoyed it, and my eyes flick to his cock of their own accord.

Logan moves his hand up, slipping his fingers through mine. “For what?”

“For you to kiss me again.”