“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He whispered against my lips, sending vibrations through my body with just the hum of his voice. Pulling out of our embrace, he placed his arm over my shoulders as we walked away from the car, where are we going? I didn’t ask as I noticed Angel deep in thought.
With his arm around my shoulder, we walked in a comfortable silence, making our way into town. Angel still hadn’t mentioned the incident with the car, I didn’t know whether it bothered me that he hadn’t, so I pushed it to the back of my mind as I became more curious as to where he was taking me. I don’t think my feet could stand the pinching from my shoes much longer.
“Where are we going?” I asked, breaking the silence.
“The beach.” He suddenly took me by the shoulders, spinning me around to face the most beautiful scene I had ever laid eyes on. Spring Water was a coastal town and I had seen the beach hundreds of times before, but never like this. The sun was setting beautifully in a ray of colors from fiery red, shimmering pinks to smooth orange and majestic yellows. The water was as clear as crystal, reflecting intense, radiant colors across the rippling waves that gently lapped against the shore.
As I stood there taking in the gorgeous scene before me, I suddenly felt a hand wrap around my ankle, I shrieked in surprise as I looked down to find Angel on one knee looking up at me, flashing that panty-melting smile. His hand was wrapped around my ankle as he lifted it from the ground, using his shoulder to steady myself. He gently coaxed my knee to bend as he slipped off my platform heel from my now painful feet, placing my bare foot on his bent knee. I groaned in delight as I felt strong fingers knead into the ball of my foot, working out the kinks and soothing the aches. He paid the same attention to my other foot as I basked in the gentleness of his fingers against my skin.
Picking up my shoes in one hand, he held out his other, silently asking me to place my hand in his. But before our skin could touch, he swiftly threw me over his shoulder as I yelped in surprise while he ran towards the sand.
“Angel! Put me down.” I screamed, trying to pull my dress down of my increasingly exposed ass.
“No problem.” He said chuckling, what was he …
Oh shit!
The taste of salt water hit me first, burning the back of my throat as the water lapped over my head – The ass threw me in! My foot found the sandy bed as I pushed myself up above the water. Standing, I wiped the water from my eyes as I coughed and spluttered.
“Angel, you ass!” I shouted in no particular direction as I still couldn’t see from all the damn water in my eyes. I heard him chuckling at my outburst before another wave of water engulfed me as I was still trying to get my vision to clear.
Two large hands wrapped around my waist making me squeal in surprise, finally clearing my watery vision I gasped as my eyes landed on Angel’s very naked chest. I saw sculptured muscles, smooth tanned skin and broad shoulders. Hot damn! He even had muscles in his neck! A twinkling caught my eye as I was checking out his neck, it was some sort of silver chain with angel wings attached on a pendent. It was so fitting and it made him look even more damn sexy.
The water was only waist deep, giving me a perfect view of his well- defined ‘V’ and that mouth-watering trail of hair that traveled from just below his navel to down to his waistband where it disappeared under his black slacks.
Suddenly, my chest was flush against his, instinctively I threw my hands out to steady myself when I found they had landed on some seriously hard and sexy pecks. Reluctantly, I managed to pry my eyes from ogling Angel’s hot body long enough to watch his lips slowly make their way towards my ear as I rested my head against his chest.
Angel’s husky voice took over my senses, taking me places I had never been before as he sung “Our Song” by Ron Pope, gently swaying us to the lyrics as the water lapped around us.
A moan escaped me as Angel nibbled on my neck after finishing the song, he was just too sexy. Angel’s hands slowly made their way up my body leaving a trail of fire against my shivering skin. Taking my face in his hands, he pulled me close, so close.
“Be mine.” It was a question and a demand, an erotic demand and all I could do was submit to it as I nodded my head in response, pulling a growl from him before our lips collided, heating my body with desire against the cold temperature of the water. I was delirious with lust as our tongues danced slowly with each other mimicking the slow and sultry dance we had just done only moments before.
Everything about this man was so intense, so engaging, so consuming. I was becoming lost under his spell, feeling myself wanting him more in every way. I wanted to throw away my inhibitions and give myself to him, just surrender to his mercy. I moaned as his tongue flicked against the roof of my mouth causing my body to turn into a torturous mixture of temperatures. My skin was shockingly cold from the freezing water but my core blazed wild heat from just from Angel’s lips.
“Cold?” Angel asked with a smirk, my body shivering once again. I could only nod in response, my teeth chattering from the cool temperature of the water.
Angel suddenly picked me up, my arms latching around his neck as I lay my head against his hot, wet chest. Emerging from the water, he didn’t once falter as he walked us onto the sand, picking up his discarded shirt and my shoes, all still with me in his arms. Walking off the beach and onto the sidewalk he slowly placed me back down on my feet, the cold temperature of the ground not helping with the arctic shudders that were running right through my body.
I was shivering from head to toe as my dress stuck to me like a second skin. Angel must have noticed I was uncomfortable as he placed his warm dry shirt around my shoulders, trying to help warm me, but I knew the only thing that would warm me right now was to take the damn dress off.
Giving me a swift kiss on my already swollen lips, Angel placed his palm against the bottom of my back, right in the sensitive curve, giving me chills on top of the ones that were already spreading across my body. Swiftly leaning in he growled in my ear.
“Mine.”
Oh. Dear. Lord.
For a fleeting second, my body erupted in heat, the type of heat that could only be created by him.
We made it back to the dorm quicker than I expected. I was thankful, as my fingers and toes were so numb from the cold sea water. I pulled Angel’s shirt tight against my frozen body, trying hard to warm myself up.
“You okay?” Angel asked as he stopped walking, pulling me in for a hug just outside my building. I nodded as my teeth clattered and my body shook, I had never been so cold in all my life. Placing his hands on my arms, he rubbed them quickly, trying to bring my body temperature back to normal.
Looking over his shoulder, I noticed his car still sat in the same spot where we had left it. Angel must have noticed because suddenly he was kissing me, it wasn’t gentle but it wasn’t rough, it was a questioning kiss like he was begging me to answer it with his mouth. Our tongues met and glided against each other as he pulled me against his body, still wet from our dip in the sea. I moaned when I suddenly felt his hardness straining against his slacks, which now rested against my thigh. I needed to stop this before it went too far.
Pulling back, I noticed Angel panting as he rested his forehead against mine.
“You don’t have to tell me anything you’re not ready for me to hear.”
He was talking about the car. I owed him an explanation as to why I went all crazy on him for just opening the damn door. Taking a shaky breath I tried to explain.
“I’m sorry, I just have this fear of being in a car. It scares the shit out of me.” I managed, noticing Angel watching me closely. “The only time I can be in a car is if Tate or Logan are driving.”
It wasn’t a lie. I was just omitting the whole truth. I wasn’t ready for him to know the rest. I don’t think I ever will be.
“Thank you.” He said, pulling me into a hug. “You should get inside, you’re freezing. I’ll see you tomorrow, baby.”
Giving me a quick kiss on my
lips before I headed off inside.
My now partially wet dress clung to my thighs as I stepped back into my room, I needed to get out of these wet clothes. Low had already texted me to let me know she was staying with Tate tonight, so I was on my own. I pulled off Angel’s shirt that was now wet and crumpled, dropping it on the floor beside me. I reached my arm around to the zipper on my dress. I pulled my zipper down about half way when I heard someone clear their throat, scaring the living shit out of me.
“Need a hand?” I turned to my bed to find Logan sitting against the wall, one knee against his chest while the other stretched out in front of him. His head tilted in my direction with that stupid, sexy smirk. What I would give to slap that smirk right off of his face.
“What the hell are you doing here, Logan? You scared the shit out of me!” I shouted, still trying to get my heartbeat back to a steady rhythm. Keeping my eyes directed at the floor, I quickly zipped up my dress.
“We need to talk about what happened today.” Ugh, I didn’t need this right now. I just wanted to get in a hot shower and get in bed to relax.
“There is nothing to talk about, Logan.” I spat.
I was getting irritated by our constant roller coaster of a relationship, or lack thereof. But as much as he was irritating me, I couldn’t deny how sexy he was looking right now. Tight fitting jeans clung to every defined muscle from the waist down, his chest covered in his trademark white t-shirt and his hair had that bed head look, hot and sexy as if he had been running his fingers through it.
Looking up, I noticed he was staring at me as if I just walked out of a mental asylum naked. I rolled my eyes, I needed to get out of this damn dress. Ignoring the look on Logan’s face, I opened the closet and pulled out an oversized shirt and some boy shorts, walking quickly into the bathroom. Turning on the shower I let out a breath, I wondered if I just ignored him then he might just go away.
“I think we do.” Logan said from the doorway, making me jump in surprise causing me to drop my clothes on the floor. I didn’t turn around to respond to him, I couldn’t. I knew that if I did, I would crumble.
“Logan, please leave me alone. I’m tired and you’re giving me a damn headache!”
Why can’t he just leave? Doesn’t he understand what he is doing? To me, to him, to us?
I gasped as I suddenly felt Logan’s hand on my shoulder, warmth like I had never felt spread through my veins, making me forget about my wet dress and freezing skin.
“I’m with Angel now.” I said panting from his closeness.
“He’s no good for you, Neva.” He whispered against my ear.
I grasped on to the wash basin in front of me, holding on for dear life. I didn’t know if it was a reaction to his voice, his touch or that he had just insulted Angel that pissed me off most.
“Don’t.” I warned
I had no freaking clue what I was protesting against. Don’t insult me, don’t touch me, don’t break my heart? My knuckles were turning white as I tightened my grip, feeling his body mold against mine, his front to my back as he rested his other hand on my waist, gripping me tight.
“You’re wet.” Logan husked into my ear.
Oh. Dear. God.
The double meaning in his words weren’t lost on me, I would have laughed if I wasn’t so damn turned on. Shivers engulfed my body, which of course, Logan noticed.
“And cold.”
My legs were beginning to buckle as he ran his nose up and down the sensitive spot behind my ear, pulling me tighter against him. Instantly turning up the temperature of my body to a boiling point as his hardness rested against the crook of my ass.
“Logan.” I gasped, my body responding shamelessly from just one touch against my skin. “What are we doing?” I said breathlessly, the heat from the forgotten shower warming me.
My body suddenly bucked in response to Logan’s soft lips as they grazed against my throat, slowly raining sweet kisses across my now warming skin.
“I don’t know.” He said against my neck, the hum of his voice against my throat sent me into overdrive.
He gently nipped my collarbone making my skin prickle, my throat tight and my legs weak. I was putty in his hands. “But I can’t seem to stay away.”
Oh. Shit.
“We can’t do this Logan.” I choked.
I was about to turn around and tell him to leave, but before I could, I was suddenly spun around in his arms. We were chest to chest, nose to nose, toe to toe as he ran his hands down to my ribcage, gripping on tight as if he couldn’t let go. Looking into his eyes, I gasped. They were full of fire, heat and need as he gently lifted me from the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling weightless as he started walking towards the shower. No surely he wouldn’t?
He did.
Beautiful hot water soaked my skin as Logan held me close to his chest, the water cascading over us causing a cocoon of heat, encasing us in our own little piece of heaven. I was suddenly hyper aware of his hardness which now pressed against my soaking panties as my dress rode up higher to my waist, a stream of water rippled between us, giving me a wash of new sensations as my entire body throbbed under Logan’s touch.
This felt so right, yet it was so damn wrong. I wanted this man so much it physically hurt, the world could be ending around us but nothing else would matter as long as I was in this man’s arms. I wanted his lips against mine, I wanted him to put his hands in my hair and hold on tight, but he still hadn’t kissed me.
Why hadn’t he kissed me?
“Logan please, kiss me.” I said in a panted plea, I was desperate for him and I couldn’t control it, nor did I want too.
My words most have done something to him as I suddenly felt the cold, tiled wall against my back as he pressed his whole body against mine.
“I can’t.” I felt pain penetrate my chest and tears sting my eyes. “I can’t kiss you here.” He softly placed his fingertips on my lips, making me quake from head to toe from just the gentlest of touch. “If I do, I won’t be able to stop.” He ran his finger across my bottom lip, slowly placing a kiss on the corner of my mouth making me moan.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I asked in a breathless pant, trying so hard not to let the hot, wet tears I was holding back fall from my eyes. “It isn’t fair.” My voice broke on the last word. I’m such a horrible person, how could I want a man who was hurting me at every turn when I had Angel, my boyfriend Angel.
The word boyfriend swimming around in my head caused the tears to fall.
What was I doing? What was he doing? This needed to stop, I can’t take this anymore. Placing my hands against Logan’s chest I pushed hard as I unwrapped my legs from his waist. Looking up at Logan, I registered the startled look on his face, what did he want from me? Anger filled my veins causing my body to shake.
“What? You expect me to fuck you in the shower? I’m not your damn whore, Logan! You have Georgia for that!” I spat, I was confused, I was hurt, I was a damn fool.
Water dripped from every part of Logan’s body, his hair had flattened and was now framing his face which now wore an angry scowl.
“Don’t try that shit with me, Neva. Only seconds ago you were begging me to kiss you!” He was right. I was begging him to kiss me. What sort of person does that?
I sighed, this wasn’t doing either of us any good.
“I’m sorry, but this.” I said, pointing between us. “Whatever this is, needs to stop. I’m with Angel and you’re with Georgia.” I said on a shaky breath as I watched Logan take a step closer.
“Is this what you really want?” He asked. “Is Angel who you really want?” His eyes full of fire at the mere mention of Angel’s name.
“Yes.”
No. Yes.
“I need to hear it, tell me you don’t want me, Nev.” His fingers lightly brushed against my cheek, I had to hold back the urge to pull him back to me. “Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll leave you alone.” His words hit me like a train. I did want him, I w
anted him so much it hurts, but I can’t. I’m with Angel and I can’t hurt him. I couldn’t do that to him. I took a deep breath and looked up at Logan.
“I don’t want you.” I whispered, cringing at my own words.
I didn’t believe the words that had just come out of my mouth, and judging by Logan’s face, neither did he. I had to say it for me, for Angel, for us. Logan took a step back, pulling his fingers from my skin as if he had just been burned
“I’m sorry, but I don’t believe you.” He picked up a towel and wrapped it around his body before stepping out of the shower, his clothes were completely soaked through, dripping water everywhere. “Stay safe, Neva.” He said over his shoulder as he made his way out of my bathroom, out of my dorm, out of my life?
“Always.” I whispered knowing that he couldn’t hear me.
Angry, ugly sobs suddenly escaped me as I sat on the cold floor of the shower. Pulling my knees up against my chest, I let the water beat hard on my back, trying to take in the enormity of what had just happened.
What the hell had just happened? I mean, one minute I’m agreeing to be Angel’s girlfriend and then the next I’m in the shower with Logan. Oh god, this is a mess! Angel is what every girl dreams of, from his slow, sexy drawl to his piercing eyes. But then there is Logan, the cocky jock with his dirty mouth and ridiculously tempting body. Yet he is the only person who truly knows me and the demons I have inside.
My sobs started to slow and my breath evening to a steady rhythm as I got out of the shower, all but ripping the black dress from my now pruned skin. What the hell I am going to do about Logan?
I finally managed to get feeling back in my body after the heat from the shower scalded my skin raw. Throwing on the oversized shirt and boy shorts, I made my way over to the closet. I didn’t need any light to find what I was looking for. Feeling around blindly, my fingers suddenly brushed the familiar object as I pulled it from the dark depths of its hiding place, I sighed as relief washed over me.
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