Page 72 of Mine to Love

“I’m trying to get a hold of you.”

Reese rolls her eyes and props her elbows on my chest. “There’s a crisis with one of your clients.”

“There’s always a crisis lately.” I skim my hands down her naked spine, cupping her butt and tugging her closer against me.

“Logan. Why—”

“We’re not mixing business with pleasure, remember? Let me have this weekend with you and no work. It’ll still be there on Monday.”

She relaxes against me and lowers her lips to mine. “Is there any particular way you want to relax?”

“This is pretty nice.”

“Sleep and sex do the trick, huh?”

“And food.”

“The trifecta to a relaxing weekend.”

“As long as it’s with you.” I deepen the kiss and keep to my word, making a bigger dent in the box of condoms.

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TWO AND A HALF DAYS of Logan. Not just Logan, but naked Logan. We made love more times than I can count, breaking into box number two. We watched movies, played cards, and talked about going for a walk, but that would have required wearing more clothes than either of us wanted to put on.

It isn’t until Sunday afternoon that I bring up the call from Doug. “Just out of curiosity...” I chop vegetables for the pasta salad I’m making and glance at him looking so relaxed at the other end of the kitchen counter. “Where is your phone?”

He flips the chicken and continues to rub the seasoning on the other side. “My car.”

“Oh. With your clothes.”

“Yup.” He goes to the sink to wash his hands. “The clothes you wouldn’t let me wear this weekend.”

He looks good walking around in boxers and nothing else. It would’ve kinda bordered on the line of not hygienic wearing the same underwear for three days, but since we stayed primarily naked, it isn’t like his underwear has spent too much time on his body.

In his defense, Logan attempted to go to his car for his change of clothes twice, and twice I stopped him. I have no regrets about my tactic or the outcome.

“I guess you’re welcome then,” I tease, and then sobered. “Unless tomorrow and this week are going to be pure hell because—”

Logan steps into my space and cups my cheeks. “Whatever happens this week, it was worth it.”

I peer up at him. “I’d feel guilty about you not sleeping more than four hours in a row, but I’m pretty sure you got more sleep this weekend than you have in a long time.”

“I have. More sleep.” He kisses me lightly on the nose. “More food.” He traces my lips with his tongue. “And more sex.” He works his tongue into my mouth, taking the kiss deep. So deep it touches the depth of my soul.

In one weekend, I’ve fallen so hard for this man I almost believe I could be in love. Almost. It’s probably all the sex. The empty condom box. Sex isn’t love. Naps on the couch spooning with a sex god isn’t love. And cooking side by side in the kitchen in your underwear isn’t love.

Lust. I’m in way-over-my-head-lust.

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