Something Wet: Beach House Nights Book 2 Read Online Free

around the nape of her neck. Instant heat
swamped her body. Summoning all her willpower, she palmed his chest
and attempted to twist away from him.
    Big mistake.
    Now she could feel every hard mouthwatering
muscle in his chest. She slid her hands lower to caress his
six-pack abs.
    Logan seized her hips and yanked her forward.
His erection coasted over her belly button. He nuzzled her neck and
ran his tongue across her shoulder blade. When his hands snaked up
her rib cage and cupped her breasts, she moaned. Her mind and body
warred with each other. She wanted to pull away one moment. The
next she pressed herself against him, craving his heated touch.
    She sprang away from him. “Clothes. Find your
clothes,” she said and laughed. “Let’s go back to the house. I want
a bath, and I’m starving.”
    He chuckled, the sound gliding along her skin
like a caress. “How about I join you for that bath, then I’ll find
some of that fruit we had earlier, maybe some whipped cream. I’ll
feed you.”
    Violet’s insides warmed with pleasure at his
words. She shouldn’t have liked the way it sounded. But she did.
What he suggested sounded like something a couple might do
together. She needed to remind herself this was just a one-night
stand. Pulling her T-shirt over her head she said, “I’m a big girl.
That won’t be necessary. I’ve been feeding myself since I was
around two.”
    After he tugged on his shorts and pulled his
tank over his head, he sidled up behind her and wrapped his arms
around her waist curling his fingers through the belt loops of her
shorts. He kept touching her, and it felt so good. When he kissed
her neck, her pulse did a weird fluttering thing. “I want to take
care of you. I want to bathe you, feed you, make love to you
again.”
    Her mouth went paper-thin dry.
    Logan took her hand, linked their fingers,
and walked toward the house. Glancing down, she felt corny and
ridiculous as she thought about that movie with Tom Hanks when he
described how he felt the first time he touched his dead wife’s
hand.
    He couldn’t tell where his stopped and hers
began.
    She couldn’t either.
    Ugh.
    She would not do this to herself. Would not
imagine a relationship where there wasn’t one. Hell, she’d just
been dumped, and it had been a relationship. At least it had
been to her. Look how that turned out. No. He was just being sweet.
They would enjoy the rest of the night together, and that would be
it. She would enjoy the moment and revel in the attention of
someone as hot and eligible as Logan McMasters. Why not? The man
was sexy as hell and knew exactly what to do with his hands, his
mouth, and everything in between. And when the weekend came to a
close, she’d have a wonderful memory to take home with her to erase
the bad one that started it all.
    At the steps on the side of the house leading
up to the pool, he let her go up ahead of him. He palmed one side
of her butt. “Girl, it should be a crime for you to walk around
with an ass like that.” He pinched her. She squealed with laughter
and ran up the rest of the steps, Logan in hot pursuit behind her.
As she edged a row of padded sling chaise loungers, he grabbed her
and swung her up in his arms.
    “Woman, did you forget I was a star
cornerback? You can’t get away from me.”
    “Stop,” she said, dragging the word out,
sounding like a petulant child. “You play too much.”
    He released her slowly and eased her around
until her back was flat against the privacy fence that surrounded
the pool and deck area, the maple wood smooth and cool against her
back.
    “I only want to play with you though. That’s
not too much to ask, is it?” He lowered his mouth to the side of
her neck.
    Heat bloomed between her legs. The next thing
she knew, their mouths were fused, tongues tangling like a snake on
a vine. His hands slid up and under the T-shirt she wore. He
gripped the edge of the top of her bathing suit and pulled,
releasing her breast. She groaned at