Then, just when I’m ready to feel her cum on my hand, I pull my finger back and direct the attention back on that sensitive little spot, and she squeals into my chest as her body freezes up in my arms. She’s completely rigid through her orgasm, her legs squeezing around my hand still buried down her shorts.

She’s hanging on to me as she shivers through the aftershock, still panting, and I know before she looks up at me that her cheeks will be red, but she won’t be shy about it. I slowly pull my arm out of her shorts and she lets her weight fall back to her heels as her body relaxes against the wall behind her.

“Wow…” she sighs.

I can’t hide the smile that seeps across my face. Red with pleasure, she has never looked more beautiful. As she stares up at me, she doesn’t shy away from her sexuality, and I love her for that.

Her hand finds its way back to the front of my jeans. “What about you?” she says, with a flirtatious smile on her face.

“You are a bad influence, you know that?” Leaning my hands against the wall behind her, I lean down to kiss her, softer this time. It’s not a rushed kiss, but soft, warm contact with her tongue against my lips. I never want to leave this kiss. And even though I only made her come without my own release, I feel as if I’m coming down from the world’s greatest high.

Sierra

Something about Logan sets my body on fire. Those piercing blue eyes and those broad shoulders and just the right amount of muscle peeking through his tight-fitting shirts, but that’s not what has me on edge.

It’s the softness behind the tough exterior. It’s the way he looks at me, after only two days, with such trust and compassion. It’s the way he puts my pleasure first. Any girl would be happy to do dirty deeds in quiet alleyways with Logan, but they would never see in him what I do.

And I already hate the thought of leaving.

We don’t say much on our walk back to the shop. He’s hiding a smile, but the tension in his lips creates the most adorable dimples in his cheeks, like he has a dirty little secret. And I’m flying too high to speak.

I’ve been kissed, and I’ve done some pretty innocent making out, with mostly over-the-clothes stuff, but I’ve definitely never done that. I didn’t even know another person could evoke that response from my body, and I already want to do it again.

I’m clinging to his arm like I need it to walk, which I almost do. My legs buckle every time I think about his hand in my shorts and the way he knew exactly how to get me all the way there.

Blue and red flashing lights ahead draw my attention away as we both stop to watch the police cars line caution tape around the area underneath the pier.