Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Hannah hesitates. "I don't usually eat random fruit from strangers."
"Good thing Tommy's not a stranger. He's been growing mangoes here for thirty years." I take the slice and hold it out to her. "Live a little."
She takes the slice from my fingers, brushing my palm as she does, and bites into it. Juice runs down her chin, and she makes a soft sound of pleasure that awakens my cock from slumber. Again!
Ah, fuck. Not here.
"Oh my God, that's amazing."
"Told you." I buy a whole bag of mangoes, ignoring her protests that she can't possibly eat them all.
For our last stop, I take her somewhere I'm sure will take her breath away.
The sea cave is tucked into the north side of the island, accessible only by a path that's more suggestion than actual trail. I've been coming here for years—when I need to think, when the bar gets too crowded, when I want to remember why I chose this life.
I've never brought anyone else here.
Hannah follows me down the rocky path, asking questions about every plant and bird she sees, making me laugh with her running commentary on island wildlife:
"That crab just gave me a dirty look,"
"Do those birds always sound like they're gossiping?".
By the time we reach the cave entrance, my cheeks hurt from smiling.
The cave opens into a chamber about the size of my living room, walls carved smooth by centuries of waves. Light filters in through the entrance, turning the water inside pale green and casting rippled shadows on the stone. The sound of the ocean echoes off the walls, intimate and endless at the same time.
"Jesus," Hannah breathes, stepping inside. "This is like something out of a fairy tale."
"Better than the overlook?"
"Different. More...secluded, no..." She trails off, running her hand along the smooth wall. "More intimate."
She wades into the shallow pool at the back of the cave, water lapping around her ankles, light playing across her skin.
"How did you find this place?"
"Same as the overlook. Got lost." I step into the water beside her. "Though this one was on purpose. Sometimes you need a place that's just yours, you know?"
She looks at me with a soft smile on her lips. "And you're sharing it with me."
"Yeah."
"Why?"
Why indeed. I've been asking myself the same question. I could deflect, make a joke, keep things light the way we've been doing all day. But standing here with her, water lapping around our feet and her eyes searching mine, I don't want to deflect.
"I honestly don't know, Hannah," I say. "I know it probably crossed your mind that I do this with every tourist who comes to the bar, that I flirt with them, kiss them, fuck them by the beach, and bring them to my secret spots. But I don't. Ask Eli. Ask any of my staff. This is the first time I'm doing things I don't normally do, and it's because of you."
"Logan..."
Ah, fuck it. If I'm going to hell, I might as well deserve it.
I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Hannah."
I kiss her, one hand sliding into her damp hair and the other pressing low at her back to draw her body flush against mine. She gives in right away, arms looping around my neck.
Her tongue meets mine, and I catch the faint bite of the coffee she must have had earlier. My cock thickens fast, pushing hard against the front of my shorts. She shifts her hips into me, and I let a low sound out into her mouth.
My thoughts keep circling back to what I just told her. I don't bring anyone here. Ever. So why her, and why now? The answer sits right in front of me, warm and breathing fast, and I don't want to push it away.
"You don't know what you do to me, Hannah."
She answers by kissing me harder, catching my bottom lip between her teeth before her tongue smooths over the spot.
My hands find the hem of her tank top, and I peel it up, slow enough that she could stop me if she wanted, and toss it to the dry area behind her.
The bra is pale blue lace, almost see-through in the thin green light filtering down from the cave mouth. I run a fingertip under the edge and watch her skin tighten into goosebumps. She shivers even though the air is warm. I like that I can see every reaction, every freckle standing out across her chest like they're lit from inside.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Hannah."
I unhook the bra, and it joins her top. Her breasts fill my palms, skin hot against my fingers. I roll her nipples, firm and already tight, and she arches with a soft gasp that bounces off the rock.
"Logan, why are you making me wait?"
I walk her backward until her shoulders meet the smooth wall of the cave. My mouth moves down her throat, tasting salt and sunscreen and the quick pulse under her skin. When I close my lips around one nipple and suck, she cries out, and her fingers twist in my hair.