heatwave

Chapter 5.

The stars shimmered above them as the soft glow of the pool cast a gentle light over Logan’s chiseled features. Savannah couldn’t look away, her body humming with anticipation as he brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch lingering.

“I’ve never wanted someone the way I want you,” he whispered, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down her spine.

Savannah leaned into him, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw before pulling him into a slow, deep kiss. His lips moved against hers with aching tenderness, each kiss building a tension that crackled like electricity between them.

Logan’s hands slid down her waist, drawing her closer until their bodies pressed together, heat radiating between them. She could feel his heartbeat pounding in time with hers, fast and unsteady.

Without breaking the kiss, Logan lifted her effortlessly, carrying her through the open doors and into the villa. Savannah clung to him, her breath hitching as his lips trailed along her neck, tasting, teasing, making her pulse race.

The soft glow of moonlight spilled into the bedroom as Logan laid her gently on the bed, his gaze smoldering as he took her in. Savannah’s skin tingled under his touch as he traced delicate patterns along her bare arms, her body arching instinctively toward him.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured, his voice a seductive caress.

“You,” she whispered, her eyes locking with his.

A slow, wicked smile spread across his face as he leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both tender and full of promise. Every touch, every kiss, was a silent vow, a dance of desire that pulled them deeper into each other.

The night stretched on, filled with soft whispers, lingering touches, and the undeniable pull of two souls lost in each other. When morning came, the sun’s rays found them tangled together, bodies and hearts entwined, unwilling to let go.

Logan brushed his fingers along Savannah’s cheek, his voice a soft murmur against her skin. “I meant what I said... I’m not letting you go.”

Savannah smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Good,” she whispered, “because I’m right where I want to be.”