Page 96 of A Dash of You

I pause, staring at the crimson fruit at mouth level. I could just take it from him, but with a quick bite to my lip and my mouth parting with hunger, I slowly bite into it, my tongue teasing along Logan’s fingers. His eyes fill with lust as I suck the sweet juice and pull away.

Logan feeding me fruit is intimate—very intimate.

“You’re right. They are delicious.” I swipe the left-over juice from my lip using my tongue.

Logan watches me like a hungry animal, and I’m his prey. He caresses the side of my face, gently wiping away strawberry with the pad of his thumb.

I don’t mean to, but I lean into his warmth with hooded eyes. He wrecks me, and I want every minute.

“Sora.” His voice strains like he’s suffering.

And so am I.

He moves closer, the heat from his body makes the sun feel like an amateur. The tips of his fingers slowly move up my arm causing goosebumps to rise. And when he gently closes his hand around my shoulder, drawing me nearer by my hip with his other, I throb. His yearning gaze never leaves my mouth.

My eyes close, trying not to jump on this man, kissing him until we’re both suffocating.

“Hey!” At the sound of Lana’s voice, I back away, forcing Logan to drop his hands from me, his face appearing with disappointment. “Found you both. When you said you were picking strawberries, I didn’t think you wereactuallypicking strawberries.”

I let out a sexually frustrated laugh because yes, I desperately want to jump Logan’s bones. And even though it should feel wrong, it feels so fucking right.

I recollect myself. “What did you think I meant?”

“To be honest, I don’t know.” Lana looks at Logan, who’s trying his hardest not to murder her. “I interrupted something, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” Logan grumpily says.

“Want to help?” I quickly add, hoping she lets it go.

“Uh, sure.” Lana casts one last quick glance at Logan, then plants some berries into the basket.

After about twenty minutes, someone in a microphone says they will announce the winner of the baking contest, so we head back, awkward silence spilling out between us.

We head toward the middle of the town and wait. It’ll be cool to win. I’ve never won anything before, and it’d be an achievement I can call my own.

A figure walks over to the other side of Logan and without glancing at him, I can already tell its Crew just by the way Lana grows tense next to me. “What did I miss?” He stands with his arms crossed over his chest.

“They’re going to announce the winners of the bake contest,” I fill him in.

Crew nods. “Why bother? We all know you won.”

“We don’t know that.” I blush, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

Lana scoffs. “If you don’t, it’s only because they’re old and they have zero taste buds left.”

“Lana!” I giggle, nudging her with my elbow. “That’s not nice.”

She shrugs. “Doesn’t have to be nice to be true.”

After a few minutes drag on, my name is called.

First place.

I got first place.

I won.

Lana squeals, Crew says, I told you so, and Logan smiles proudly.

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