Page 136 of Sin Bin

“Yeah.” His expression was wry. “My roommate kicked me out.”

“Who? Hunter?”

“Yeah. He put me up in a penthouse suite. He insists it’s not a birthday gift, says he needs peace and quiet to study for an exam.”

Meadow’s lips twitched. “And you don’t believe him?”

“Not really.” Logan glanced around at the women hovering nearby with hopeful smiles. His hand resettled against Meadow’s back, heavy and distinctly possessive. “Let’s go.”

As they left the emptying lobby, she tried to ignore the burning warmth that flowed from his palm. She wasn’t very successful.

When they reached the elevators, Logan pressed the call button. She was torn between warring desires. Part of her wanted to rush back to the safety of her suite. The other part wanted—needed—to soak up as much time with him as she could.

“You must be pretty exhausted after your game,” she remarked casually. “What’re you gonna do when you get to your room? Hit the sack?” Or have one of your famous orgies?

He looked at her in surprise. “You’re not hanging out with me?”

She hesitated, an erotic image from the dream flashing into her mind. “I don’t think I should. It’s late—”

“I won’t try anything. I won’t even kiss you, I swear. I just want your company.” His voice roughened with emotion. “This town…the first night back is always the hardest. No one understands that better than you.”

She heard his words, saw the vulnerability in his eyes and felt her heart melt into a puddle. He was right. She did understand.

“Okay,” she softly acquiesced. “I’ll hang out for a little while.”

Some of the tension left his face and he gave her a crooked half smile.

The elevator arrived and they boarded.

“Logan! Wait up!” A group of giggling girls was rushing toward the elevator, boobs bouncing in obscenely low-cut tops.

Logan pressed the Close Door button. “Sorry, ladies. This one is full.”

The elevator doors closed on the girls’ stunned and disappointed faces.

Ignoring a fierce surge of satisfaction, Meadow arched an amused eyebrow at Logan. “Full?” She pointedly looked around the elevator. “We’re the only occupants.”

“Precisely.” He punched his floor number and then kissed her forehead, hugging her close as he leaned back against the wall.

The move was so natural that she nestled her cheek against his chest and placed her hand on his flat, hard stomach. He rested his chin on top of her head, tucking her more securely into his side. He smelled like soap and expensive aftershave, and she could feel the heat of his body through his shirt and suit jacket.

He kissed the crown of her hair. “I missed you.”

Her stomach quivered. “I thought you weren’t going to kiss me.”

“I meant on the lips.” There was a thread of amusement in his voice. “I never said I wouldn’t kiss you anywhere else.”

She couldn’t keep a foolish smile off her face as she watched the ascending floor numbers light up.

When the elevator doors dinged apart on his floor, he followed her out, wheeling his suitcase behind him. When they reached his suite, he unlocked the door with his keycard and muttered, “Let me, uh, go in first.”

She followed him through the door, watching as he cautiously looked around. She remembered what Jess had said about bunnies sneaking into the players’ rooms when they were on the road.

Seeing the relieved expression on Logan’s face, she raised a sardonic eyebrow. “Expecting company?”

He glanced over his shoulder at her. “What?”

“Were you expecting to find a naked woman spread-eagled on the couch?”

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