Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Confident. Wear the swimsuit, don’t let the swimsuit wear you.
The only way Logan will ever start to see me as a woman is if I act like one. But crap, how do women act? I don’t know any women other than Mom, and she’s so sick…
I blink away the thought. Gods, it’s horrible, but for one day I want to just be a girl at the beach with a cute guy. It’s a terrible thought to have. I’m a terrible person for having it.
By then I’ve walked down the little path and I see Logan in the distance. He’s standing with his hand over his eyes looking my way. He doesn’t realize it’s me until I get really close, though. Understandably, since he’s looking for a dowdy girl in that terrible swimsuit.
When I wave and he finally realizes that I’m the one walking up to him, red bikini and all, he does a double take. And then he swallows really hard.
“What are you wearing?” he demands in a voice harsher than I’ve ever heard from him.
It makes me bite my lip for a second, but then I straighten my spine.
“I’m supposed to get Vitamin D, right? I can’t do that if I’m all covered up. I picked this up at the little shop.”
He looks away towards the ocean, his jaw tensing so hard, I can see a vein on his neck popping out. He gives a single sharp nod.
Things are tense for a few moments as I settle myself on the towel beside him. He sits at the furthest edge of the towel from me, half on the sand. And he won’t look at me.
But that’s okay, because it gives me the opportunity to look at him.
I didn’t realize it earlier, but the shorts he was wearing were swim trunks, so all he had to do was take off his shirt.
And holy moly.
He’s not huge or anything. He actually looks younger without his shirt on. I bet when he’s older he’ll be big—his shoulders are already really wide but they haven’t quite filled in all the way.
But he’s still so much bigger than me. And there’s this crazy sexy dusting of hair across his pecs.
Sexy.
That is the word for Logan Wulfe. He. Is. So. Sexy.
He’s leaning back casually on his elbows, the salty wind blowing in his hair, his tan skin shining in the sun.
My stomach swoops with feelings I’ve never felt before. All I know is that I want to crawl on top of him. I want to bury my face against his chest and have him wrap those arms around me.
The swoopy, liquid feeling in my tummy zings lower, between my legs and I inhale sharply, which makes Logan look my way.
Our eyes catch. Oh crap, oh crap, can he tell what I’m thinking? Does he know I’ve just been ogling him for the past five minutes and that I’m having sexy feelings about him?
Is it just me feeling like there’s a sizzling intensity in his eyes as we continue to lock gazes? Am I imagining his nostrils flaring? His eyes darkening? Could he possibly feel even a morsel of what I’m feeling back?
“Want to go for a swim?” he finally says, his words an explosion of air as he hops up from the blanket. “I’m going for a swim.”
He’s already walking away from me before I can agree and jump up to join him.
But he slows down as I hurry after him and he holds out a hand to me as I unsteadily follow him into the water.
“You’ve swam in the ocean before, right?” he checks.
“Once. A long time ago. I was a kid though and it was mainly splashing on the shore.”
He mutters something under his breath, I think about my dad, but then he moves closer. “Stay beside me.”
I nod as we move into the water up to our hips and the incoming waves are stronger.
“Okay, now let's start to swim. Once we get past that break it should settle out.”
I nod as he lets go, following him and abandoning my feet on the ground as we start to swim along the shoreline.
The ocean swells with a small wave, but we swim through it and avoid the whitewater of the break.
“You’re doing great,” he encourages.
The truth is I’d be terrified if I was out here by myself. But with him, I feel invincible.
We don’t go far and he warns me about undercurrents. We hang out and I’m exhilarated by riding the swells of the waves.
“Oh my gosh, here comes a big one. Logan, look how big it is!”
“I’ve got you,” he laughs, swimming over to my side. “We’ll ride it together.”
I nod as he holds onto me from behind, his arms wrapped around my waist. I hold out my arms and tread water as the biggest swell yet comes.