Page 174 of Sin Bin

MEADOW

The next morning she woke up tangled in warm bedsheets and an even warmer Logan.

Her head was nestled against his shoulder, her hand rested intimately over his heart and her bare leg was hooked over his muscular thigh. He was sleeping serenely with his tattooed arm possessively wrapped around her hips, keeping her close. The covers had slipped down to his waist, revealing the sculpted perfection of his chest.

She watched him sleep, relishing the cozy feeling of waking up with him. His face was peaceful and relaxed, his thick lashes forming sooty crescents against his cheeks. His lips were slightly parted and his mussed hair looked even blacker in the sun.

She let her eyes soak him up, snapping a mental picture that she would be able to retrieve anytime she wanted.

Needing to pee, she eventually slipped out from under his arm, slid quietly out of bed and crept to the bathroom. After emptying her bladder, she pulled on her hotel robe, remembering the way Logan had slowly removed it from her body before carrying her back to bed.

With memories from last night heating her insides, she finger combed her tousled hair, brushed her teeth and put in her contact lenses.

When she came out of the bathroom, Logan was slowly waking up. As those slumberous dark eyes looked around the room and found her, her heart went pitter-patter.

“Good morning,” she whispered.

“Good morning,” he said with sleepy huskiness. His morning voice was as sexy as the rest of him. “You been up long?”

She shook her head, tying the belt on her robe.

He pushed himself up to one elbow, looking at her from under heavy lids. “C’mere.”

She gave him an impish smile. “Uh-uh.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re supposed to be meeting everyone downstairs in an hour and a half. If I come over there, you’re gonna pull me back into bed, and we’ll be super late.”

His eyes gleamed. “I’m not gonna pull you back into bed.”

She laughed. “You so are.”

“Am not.”

“Are, too.” Giving the bed a wide berth, she padded to the window and lifted her face to the sun, savoring its warmth.

Logan climbed out of bed and came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her ear. A little sigh of contentment escaped her lips. She could get very used to this. Which was dangerous.

They were quiet for several moments, watching the fountains soar into the air in elaborately synchronized bursts.

Logan whispered into her hair, “I was afraid you’d disappeared.”

“Nope. Still here.”

His arms tightened around her. “Don’t ever go.”

Emotion brimmed inside her chest until it ached. She was falling in love with him, and there was nothing she could do about it.

He brushed her hair back and nuzzled his face against her neck, nibbling the sensitive skin there. When she shivered, she felt his lips curve into a smile.

“Everyone’s doing breakfast on their own,” he murmured. “Do you want to eat downstairs or order room service?”

“Hmm. Room service.”

He nipped her earlobe. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

She smiled blissfully, leaning her head back against his chest as he slowly rocked her in his arms. “You owe me a dance,” she whispered.

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