Page 21 of Billionaire Bachelor
“Lemme finish this really quick.”
Logan grabs the fire-poker-thingy and nudges the logs, his movements deliberate as the flames curl higher. I swear to god, the man makes tending a fire look downright indecent. Leave it to him to turn something so simple into a whole damn thirst trap.
He stands, putting the iron thingy back in its place, and strides toward me with a calm confidence that makes my heart do a little happy dance. As he reaches the breakfast bar, he leans down, placing a soft kiss on my forehead, lips lingering just long enough to make me forget how to breathe.
“Consider me your official snack distributor and barista,” he murmurs against my skin, voice low and teasing. “Say the word, and I’m at your beck and call twenty-four seven. And don’t worry—I take my job seriously.”
Before I can muster a coherent reply, he straightens and strolls back to his stool, snagging a fork and taking a big bite of pancake like he didn’t just turn me into a puddle of goo.
Swoony bastard.
We finish our breakfast, then after, Logan goes out back to gather extra firewood from the shed while I tidy up the kitchen. The snowfall continues steadily, creating a serene and almost magical atmosphere. Once we’re sure our emergency supplies are in order, we settle on the couch, snuggling under a warm blanket.
“So, what do we do now?”
Logan wraps an arm around me, pulling me closer. “We enjoy being snowed in. No distractions, no interruptions. Just you and me, Pip.”
His words send a thrill through me. The idea of spending the next forty-eight hours alone with Logan, exploring this new facet of our relationship, is incredibly appealing.
Despite the suffocating sexual tension, there’s a comfortable familiarity between us. Every little touch is laced with a new awareness,but neither one of us seems to be in any hurry to move things beyond the occasional stolen kiss. We spend most of the day just hanging out like we used to do as kids. We talk, watch a few movies, and play several rounds of Uno, laughing and teasing each other as we keep score. Logan wins most of the games, but I kick his ass a few times, ensuring to rub it in as much as possible when I do.I may even tack on a touchdown dance or two, much to his delight.
The hours slip by, and before we know it, it’s time for dinner. We decide on grilled cheese and tomato soup, which complements the comfy-cozy vibe we’ve crafted. Logan insists on making the sandwiches, using a mix of cheeses that melt perfectly between slices of golden, crispy bread. He tops each one with a smidge of garlic salt and toasts a sprinkle of extra cheese on top. The end result is part cheesy garlic bread, part childhood favorite, and all freaking delicious.
“This is the best grilled cheese I’ve ever had,” I say around a mouthful of cheesy, garlicky goodness. “Seriously, how did I not know you can cook?”
“Glad you approve,” Logan replies, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction. “I enjoy watching you eat.”
“Well, as we established earlier, I like eating, so we’re a perfect match.” I pop the last bite into my mouth, licking the salty goodness off the tips of my fingers.
“Definitely,” Logan rasps.
It was a lame joke, but the heated way Logan is staring at my mouth makes me gulp. My heart races as he rises from his chair and rounds the table until he’s standing before me, keeping his gaze locked on mine the entire time. My breath hitches when Logan’s inked hand brushes a strand of hair behind my ear before he gently cups my chin. He leans down until our lips meet, softly at first, but the intensity quickly rises. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as our tongues dance. Logan’s strong arms cradle me, his hands gliding down my back, and I can’t help but moan softly into his mouth.
This isn’t just a kiss, I realize. It’s a complete surrender to the connection between us, the truth we’ve been avoiding for so long finally taking root.
Time slows as we savor each breath, every touch, etching this moment into our souls. The swirling storm outside rivals the emotions stirring within me. Logan groans, effortlessly lifting me from my seated position onto the table. Dishes slide down the wooden surface as he sweeps an arm out, not once breaking our kiss. When we finally part, we’re both breathless and flushed.
He presses his forehead against mine. “Fuck, Pip. Do you have any idea how many dinners I’ve sat through, across the table from you, imagining this very thing?”
“How many?” I ask.
“Hundreds.”
I pull back just enough to meet his gaze. “Show me, Logan.”
His lips curve into a sexy smirk as he takes a seat in front of me, bracing his hands on my thighs. “Open up, baby. It’s time for me to eat my dessert.”
Anticipation skitters down my spine while I spread my legs. I took a shower earlier, so I’m wearing panties and another one of Logan’s shirts, but I didn’t bother with pants since it’s just the two of us. Logan traces a finger over my center, teasing me with feathery touches through the lace. When he looks up, his eyes are glinting with hunger.
“Watch me, Pip.”
I lock eyes with him, my heart pounding in my chest. He gently slides a finger into my panties, first dipping just at the entrance and then deeper, curling the tip just so. I moan quietly, my breath hitching as he finds a spot that makes me squirm with delight.
“So responsive,” he praises, drawing small circles around my clit with his thumb. “I love that about you, Rosie. So fucking much.”
He adds a second finger, quickly driving me into a frenzy as he pumps them in and out. Logan somehow knows exactly where to touch me for maximum impact. His pacing is precise. His deft fingerscraft magic, sending a shockwave of pleasure through my veins. He has me so worked up that by the time his tongue joins the party, I instantly detonate.
My hips buck, and my back arches as I explode, crying out his name and grabbing on to his hair with both hands. As I shatter into a thousand shards of bliss, Logan flattens his tongue, softly lapping at me. I expect him to pull away as my orgasm wanes, but he surprises me by doing the exact opposite. Logan’s mouth dives back into my pussy, while his wicked fingers plunge deeper and faster, taking me right back to the edge of that cliff. He groans as he eats me like I’m the finest meal he’s ever had, and I’m all too willing to offer myself up to the ravenous beast inside of him.
