Page 17 of Sapphire Sunset

“Doesn’t seem like your style, anyway.”

“Ever been line dancing?” Logan asked.

“Nope.”

“I should take you sometime.”

Something about the simplicity of this statement, thecasualness of it, felt as powerful as their first touch.

Connor lifted his head from Logan’s chest. “Are you askingme out on a date, Logan Murdoch?”

“I guess I just did, didn’t I?”

Now he didn’t simply graze Connor’s cheek with one finger.He caressed the side of his face with one powerful hand, gently brushingConnor’s bangs back from his forehead as he gazed into his eyes. There wassomething darker in his expression now, something determined but alsothoughtful and kind of pained too. There were wounds there, Connor could tell.Maybe the wounds of war, but also from losing his mother so young. But so far,Logan seemed strong despite them.

“I could get in a lot of trouble for this, you know,” Loganwhispered.

“Not with me you won’t.”

And apparently that was what Logan needed to hear. With alow growl, Logan brought their mouths together, and the first feel of Logan’shot breath seemed to steal all the breath Connor was holding in his lungs,leaving him no choice but to part his lips and give himself to the manentirely.

So many ways to interpret that statement—notwith me you won’t.And a part of Logan’s brain tried to file through allof them even as Connor’s mouth rose to meet his.

Maybe Connor meant he’d never do or say anything to endangerLogan’s job.

Or maybe Connor meant he only wanted to dance.

That one seemed as doubtful as either of them sproutingwings.

Or maybe Connor meant there were no consequences for himhere at Sapphire Cove, and somehow that fact was supposed to protect Logan too.

And maybe Logan could no longer bring himself to give afuck.

Logan knew it was the perfect kiss a second in. Perfectbecause he had no awkward awareness of Connor’s lips or tongue or his own. Nosense that their mouths had come together at the wrong angle and they needed toawkwardly adjust if they were going to keep going. Connor yielded to himperfectly, as if he sensed how hard the hunger inside of Logan had surged andwas willing to let it carry him like the foam riding a wave. He smelled like aheady combination of citrus and sandalwood, accented with a hint of masculinemusk from his time on the dance floor that said promising things about all theother delicious smells and tastes his body might offer.

Occasionally, Connor pulled back from their kiss, but hedidn’t break it. They were slight, these moves, and each time he brought hismouth back to Logan’s, the kiss was just as passionate, just as potent. Thesebreaks weren’t moments of hesitation or doubt or breathlessness. He wasrecharging himself so he could give Logan more on each return.

He brought his tongue to the underside of Connor’s earlobeand licked, waiting for a full-body response. With one arm curved aroundLogan’s back and the other kneading the bulge of his cock, Connor held on fordear life, but the wave of bliss Logan was looking for hadn’t come yet. Loganbit Connor’s earlobe gently. Still it didn’t come.

There’s always a spot.Every neck has a spot,and so help me God, I’m going to find his.

Lower, down the nape of his neck. Long, wet, hungry licksuntil Connor let out a gasping cry, back arching, the pleasure so intense hisgrip on Logan’s cock weakened as the grip on his back tightened so he wouldn’twobble off his feet.

Logan sucked. Hard. Savoring the sound of Connor Harcourt’sstuttering moans laced with high, gasping breaths. Assaulting the tender,vulnerable nerve with focus. Backed them slowly up to the rail until Connor’sback rested against it, allowing him to go even more limp in Logan’s embrace.If he didn’t let up, Logan was going to blow right there in his uniform khakis.Then Connor lifted one leg and curled it around Logan’s waist.

He drew back so he could look into Connor’s eyes. They werelust glazed. And there it was, the sight he’d craved. Connor’s moist lips as hegasped for breath, his pretty blond hair passion tousled.

“Hey, Jarhead, where you at? GM wants you in his office STAT.”

Godmotherfuckingdammit.

There were few voices he would have wanted to hear in hisear less in that moment than Buddy’s.

Connor, it seemed, had heard the crackle in Logan’s earpiecetoo.

Now his groan was pained, disappointed, as he rested his foreheadon Logan’s shoulder as if to console them both.

“Shit,” Logan whispered.

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