Page 64 of Chance of Romance
“So self-aware,” he teased. “If this is you throwing a fit because you don’t know where you stand, I’ll take it. I don’t need you to be an expert at this.” He spoke against her lips. “I just need you to be with me.” He kissed her, letting her know how much he wanted her, a demanding kiss that ignited between them. Her tongue tangled with his, her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him close, her pelvis pressing insistently into his.
The dishes could wait. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of her. It should’ve scared him, but he was too far gone. He went for it.
~ ~ ~
One pretend day of married bliss was all she got before she had to fly home. Logan would be staying on until Wednesday for more time at his big investor’s office. She told herself this wasn’t goodbye. He’d fly home, and they’d continue in some new phase of their relationship. The problem was, she wasn’t sure what that was. She liked him way too much, and if she was honest with herself, she’d been slowly falling for him for months now. Some part of her wanted a do-over with him, where she got to him before he was involved with Olivia again, before any of this whole mess with her in the spotlight. There were just too many added stressors on a brand-new relationship.
It was Sunday morning, and she was all packed. There was nothing left to do but say goodbye to Logan and drive her rental Jeep to the airport.
She stopped in front of him by the front door, tried to smile and failed miserably. “Welp, goodbye. I guess I’ll see you back home.”
One corner of his mouth curled up. “Don’t sound so sad. I’ll be home in three days. You can survive that long without me in your bed.”
So, okay, yes, the sex was phenomenal, but she was a little concerned that it eclipsed everything else. Not that she didn’t enjoy it. He was a demanding but generous lover, and it worked for her. Big time. But all this emotion was building up inside her, and she was positive he was not at the same place. She just needed a tiny hint that she wasn’t alone in these deep waters. “You think we should keep pretending we’re married back home?”
“Sure, no big deal.”
“Maybe we should tell our friends the truth.”
“Let it ride. We’ll tell them once the dust settles and your rep is golden again.”
Another thought occurred to her. “What if there’s reporters snooping around? Won’t it look odd that we don’t live together?”
He laughed and gave her hair a tug. “You worry too much. I’m sure all the attention on us will die down. You don’t have any more TV interviews scheduled. You’ll go back to work, I’ll go back to work, and we’ll catch up for lunch orwhatever.” He winked.
“Whatever as in sex.”
He held up his palms. “Whatever is what you make of it.”
She let out a breath of exasperation.
He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her in for a quick kiss. He dropped his hand. “Have a safe trip. I’ll see you soon.”
She didn’t move, not quite ready for this golden time in California to end.
He swatted her ass lightly. “Stop giving me those big worried eyes. Seriously, you’re killing me with these eyes. You know me, right?”
“Yes.”
“You trust me.”
“Yes.”
“Then we’re good. Now go before I have my way with you again.”
She found herself smiling. He could always make her smile. He grinned, leaned down and nipped her neck, jolting her.
She left on a high note. All thanks to Logan.
~ ~ ~
She returned on a low note. Exhausted and jet-lagged, she parked at her apartment complex late that night. It was dark and cold. Welcome back to Connecticut in January! She got out of her car, opened the trunk to retrieve her suitcase, and screamed.
A reporter was standing next to her. She hadn’t even heard him approach. It was the same guy from the city with the long black ponytail.
She glared at him and yanked her suitcase out, in no mood for this shit. “Look, I just got home from a long day of travelling, and I just want to go back to my apartment in peace.” She slammed the trunk and locked her car.
The man stared at her. “So you still live here in your apartment after your marriage to Logan Campbell?”
