Layla had no idea kissing a man could be so wonderful. She’d forgotten the thrill of a strong touch along her back. Forgotten the rush of adrenaline when mouths touched. Forgotten everything that was good about this human connection.
And Logan hadn’t lied. He was a very good kisser. Very good indeed.
He eventually broke the connection between them, tucking her against his chest. His pulse bounced around like a ping pong ball, a fact which made Layla smile against the fabric of his jacket. Her own heart rippled like a flag in a stiff breeze, but at least she knew the feelings between them ran both ways.
“Layla,” he whispered in that same sexy, throaty way he’d spoken when he’d said she was pretty. Hazel had suggested Peacock Park for their first kiss, but neither of her friends had given
