Page 57 of Chance of Romance
He backed up from her a few steps. “Okay, ready when you are.”
She crossed to him, turned, closed her eyes, and fell. And kept falling as Logan dropped her—
to the floor.
In slow motion.
And then he was on top of her, his forearms on either side of her arms, gazing down at her, a gleam in his brown eyes. He smelled wonderful too, fresh and clean.
She bit back a smile. He looked so pleased with himself. “That was the exact opposite of what’s supposed to happen in a trust exercise,” she informed him. “You’re not supposed to drop me.”
He grinned. “Slow-motion drop with a very satisfying result.”
She pursed her lips. “If you’re not doing it the right way, you shouldn’t call it a trust exercise.”
A smile played over his lips. “Did anyone ever tell you that you do things too much by the book?”
“I told you why. My family is nuts. It was self-defense.”
He smirked. “The first step toward a solution is recognizing you have a problem.”
“Great, now you’re psychoanalyzing me.” She wiggled underneath him. “Let me up.”
“No.”
“Logan!”
“Relax. You need to loosen up, not try to control everything.”
She tensed. “You’re trying to control me right now.”
“I’m trying to kiss you right now.”
“Oh,” she whispered.
“You seriously didn’t know that?” he teased, holding her jaw. Then he kissed her tenderly before shifting to nuzzle into her neck.
“Let’s go back to bed,” she whispered.
He stood, offering his hand to pull her up. “Better idea. Shower together.”
“I’ve never done that.”
He leered at her. “Great. Now I can make you think everything I do is completely normal.”
She laughed.
He gave her a quick kiss. “Hopefully after our shower I’ll have tamed the beast enough to show you San Francisco.”
“Am I the beast in this scenario?” She smiled, kinda liking the idea. It was better than an untouchable porcelain doll.
“I’m the beast in all my lusty glory.” He nipped her lower lip. “But you can be too.”
“Okay, give me a few minutes of privacy.” She grabbed her toiletry bag, dashed to the bathroom, and shut the door. After she used the bathroom and washed her hands, she called to him. “You can come in.”
He got the shower running, and she took the opportunity to brush her teeth.
Logan raised his voice over the running water. “I thought later today we’d take a cable car ride, check out the Golden Gate bridge, walk around a bit, and then head to Fisherman’s Wharf. Sound good?”
