I don’t want to leave her, my mouth never wants to come up for air, but I let her relax as I place a last kiss against her inner thigh. Then, I gently pull her bikini bottoms back up and move up to trail kisses along her legs, her stomach, and her neck.

Not quite sure how she’d feel about a mouth kiss, I’m a little surprised that she grabs my face and smashes her lips against mine, running her tongue against my lips. And just the thought of her tasting herself would have me coming again if I hadn’t already released my load in my pants.

This girl is exquisite and I don’t deserve her.

14

Sierra

The shitty events of the day aside, I went to bed last night on cloud nine. Logan was the cure to all of my anxiety and insecurities. The way he comforted me when I was upset was all about being there, not buying me something or shoving my pain aside.

I woke up this morning with a smile on my face, remembering that moment on his bed when he shattered my reality and completely opened my eyes to what pleasure could be. Walking away from Logan is going to be impossible, which is why I’m still forging a plan to avoid it at all costs.

My parents are taking me to breakfast today. We always come to the diner at least once every spring break for the greasy hash browns and bacon. My parents think it’s cute to indulge in the local dives at least once on our trip, like it’s a novelty or something. In reality, this place is packed full of tourists and locals alike.

When we walk in, I spot his brightly-colored tattoos before anything else. He’s sitting at the bar sipping his black coffee over a plate of scrambled eggs. I bite my lips seeing his fingers wrapped around the ceramic coffee mug, remembering fondly what those fingers did to me yesterday, and the pleasure strikes a nerve low in my belly.

“Party of three,” my mother says to the hostess, and he must recognize her voice because Logan turns immediately and locks eyes with me as I follow my parents to our booth. He won’t be introducing himself or inviting himself to dine with us, but he does send me a subtle wink and a barely noticeable lift at the corner of his mouth.

Damn, he is so sexy.

I want to drag him off that barstool and make him do very dirty things to me in the back of the restaurant.

My cheeks start to flush just thinking about it. His hands up my skirt, his lips on my neck—

“Sierra.”

I glance up and see my parents staring at me. I was really daydreaming because I didn’t even hear the waitress ask for my drink order.

“Just water, please,” I answer.

“You’ve been a busy bee lately,” my mother says as she pours two packets of sugar into her coffee. “Where were you off to?”