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True. The only rush she had was to get back in the water to ensure she could make this decision.

Because she might actually consider it…

She feathered the hair by his temple and met his eyes. “I’d like that, Logan. But you’re right. It is quick. We’ll just take it as it comes. Deal with things when the need arises.”

He caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm— and the tingles started all over again. “That’s fine, Angel. We’ll make it work.” He smiled that sly, devilish smile of his. “And as for needs arising…”

He pressed himself against her and there was no mis-taking what need he was talking about.

Angel was all for meeting needs. “Roll over,” he whispered.

“Roll over?”

“Yes. Over.” Logan nudged her hip. “There’s some-thing I’ve been dying to do.”

She couldn’t imagine what it was, but the look in his eyes—and the insistent poking at her hip—encouraged her to find out.

She rolled over.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then she heard the hitch in Logan’s breathing and fe