Page 26 of Billionaire Bachelor
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ROSALIE
I pullthe covers tighter around me, snuggling deeper into the warmth of Logan’s body, reluctant to start the day. His soft breaths against my neck are calming, and for a moment, I close my eyes, willing time to slow down, just for a little while longer. I’m scheduled to fly home tomorrow morning, but I’d much rather stay hidden in this cabin, away from reality. Here, no explanations are necessary. We don’t have to define our relationship or worry about what other people think. There are no brothers warning Logan away from me. No stunning, sophisticated women chasing after him.
As much as I’d like to say the latter doesn’t bother me…it does. Most days, my self-confidence holds its own, but it’s hard to ignore that Logan’s usual type is Hollywood-perfect women, while I’m more girl-next-door. If we went public and the gossip rags got wind of it, I’m sure they’d jump at the chance to point that out. Ever sinceCeleb Insidernamed himSexiest Billionaire Bachelora few years ago, he’s gained millions of followers, many of whom, I’m guessing, don’t care about tech updates or sports betting apps.
Logan likes to downplay it. Because despite the cockiness, hereally is humble at heart. But there’s no denying it. The man has a massive female fanbase, and they arethirsty.
As I lie in his arms, I can’t help but wonder what will happen when we get back to LA. The thought of bringing what we’ve found here back home terrifies me. We’re both busy people. What if we can’t find time for one another? What if it all falls apart, and I lose Logan completely? And hell, what if my brother doesn’t accept our relationship, and Logan is forced to make a choice?
Despite my earlier bravado about not giving Ryan another option, that’s not realistic. The brotherhood he and Logan share is irreplaceable. They have a lifetime of loyalty and history between them, and I couldn’t live with myself if that bond was compromised because of me. But at the same time…the thought of giving this up, of going back to being just friends with Logan, is unbearable.
Now that I know what it feels like to be held in his strong arms…to be looked at like I’m the most precious thing in his world…to beseenin a way no one else ever has seen me—I can’t imagine walking away from that. This weekend has given me a taste of something I’ve never dared to hope for before—real, terrifying, beautiful hopethat he could be my forever. How could I possibly let that go?
I was kidding myself when I thought Logan and I could have some sort of weekend fling. My heart has been fully invested for much longer than I’d like to admit—especially considering I was recently engaged to another man.
Logan shifts behind me, his fingers skimming across my skin. “You’re thinking too hard,” he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep.
I smile, even though he can’t see it. “How do you know?”
“Because I knowyou. Overthinking is what you do.”
I sigh, rolling over to face him. God, he looks so damn good in the mornings—mussed-up hair, the faint scruff shadowing his jawline, and that sleepy, satisfied grin.
“I’m tryingnotto overthink everything,” I assure him. “But this is our last day together before reality sets in. How can I not?”
He brushes some hair away from my face, fingers lingering against my cheek. “Then stay the week with me.”
I wish.
I shake my head. “I can’t. I have a high-profile image campaign starting this week. There’s too much to do.”
He thinks about that for a moment. “Then I’ll change my flight plan and go home early.”
“I don’t want you to do that, Logan.” I wrap my leg around his. “You work so hard. You deserve the break.”
He pulls me closer, groaning when my quad brushes against his inner thigh. “At the risk of sounding like a stage-five clinger, I’d rather be wherever you are. I know you need to work, Pip, but I’d love to spend more time with you at the end of the day.” He trails a row of kisses along my collarbone. “I even promise to let you sleep after…let’s say…only three orgasms.”
I laugh. “How generous of you.”
“Baby, I think I’ve already proven howgenerousI can be.” He lowers the sheet, nipping the top of my right breast, making me yelp. “But if you need a reminder…”
I playfully swat him, squirming out of his hold. “Hold that thought. Nature calls.”
Logan groans, flopping onto his back as I get out of bed.
I toss a wink over my shoulder, shimmying as I catch him blatantly check out my ass. Goose bumps prickle my skin as I make my way to the bathroom down the hall. After taking care of business and washing my hands, I grab the fluffy robe off the hook, tying it securely. The cabin’s insulation isn’t terrible, but when the outside temps are in the teens, the absence of a roaring fire is definitely noticeable.
I pad back into the bedroom, the cool air nipping at my bare legs beneath the robe. Logan’s sprawled out on the mattress, one arm bent behind his head, and the other idly draped over his abs.
God, those abs are ridiculous.
“Well, aren’t you comfy?” I tease, crawling back onto the bed, straddling his thighs.
He hums low in his throat, unties the belt on my robe, and pulls me into a wide-leg child’s pose. “But this is much better.”
