Page 93 of Sin Bin

He gave an almost imperceptible nod.

She pressed the button to rewind the movie to the beginning.

Logan stretched and then settled back comfortably against the couch. When she peeked at him, he caught her gaze and murmured, “Come here.”

She hesitated, chewing on her bottom lip.

He looked at her from beneath his lashes. “Please?”

After another hesitation, she scooted over to him.

He moved the popcorn out of the way and then pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. She snuggled against him, resting her head on his massive chest. He was all hard muscle and masculine heat, and his addictive scent flooded her senses.

Cuddling with him was all kinds of dangerous and…Oh, who was she kidding? She wanted this. More than she wanted to. More than she probably should.

“You never ran your errands,” she whispered.

Logan kissed the top of her head. “Doesn’t matter.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in the smell of him. As he started nuzzling her hair, a melting warmth spread through her like a heavy blanket.

They watched the opening scenes unfold while Logan played with her ponytail, sifting his fingers through the strands. His touch sent thrills rushing over her skin. It was hard to concentrate on anything but him.

As the movie progressed, her eyes grew heavy, exhaustion settling over her. She yawned and snuggled deeper into the warmth of Logan’s body. Before long she drifted off to sleep.

When she woke up, the television screen was blank and the room was quiet. Night had fallen outside the windows.

Logan was silent beneath her, his heartbeat steady and strong. His hand was tangled in her hair, which he must have worked loose from her ponytail.

Slowly she lifted her head from his chest to stare down at him. He was sound asleep, his head resting on the back of the couch. His long black lashes fanned out over his cheeks, and his full lips almost made him look like he was pouting. His features were relaxed in sleep, the aggression and edginess smoothed out. He was so breathtakingly beautiful that her heart ached.

She found herself lifting her hand, one finger extended to trace the curve of that pouting mouth—

Suddenly he stirred, the thick fringe of his lashes lifting.

She quickly snatched her hand back.

He stared at her through heavy-lidded eyes. Just like that, the boyish vulnerability was gone and he was all dangerously sexy man again.

“Hey,” he whispered.

“Hey,” she whispered back.

A lazy smile lifted one corner of his mouth. “This is nice.”

“What?”

“Waking up to you.”

Pleasure spiraled through her, bringing a flush to her cheeks. “I guess we were both pretty exhausted,” she said shyly. “You stayed on the phone with me all night and then went to practice in the morning. Plus you were coming off back-to-back games.”

He nodded and glanced out the windows, then checked his watch and arched an eyebrow.

“What time is it?” Meadow asked.

“After one o’clock.”

She gasped. “In the morning?”

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