Page 19 of Billionaire Bachelor
“Morning,” I echo. “Sleep well?”
“Like a rock. How about you?” Logan stretches, muscles rippling under the covers.
“Same.” I’m sure my smile is dopey as hell, but I couldn’t care less.
The blankets fall to his waist as he turns toward me. I have to make a concerted effort to keep my eyes above his shoulders.
“How are you feeling?”
“Sore,” I admit, a mischievous grin tugging at my lips. “But it was totally worth it.”
“Oh?” His grin matches mine. “So, I take it you enjoyed yourself?”
“Major understatement.” My gaze travels over his broad shoulders and trim waist, down to the obvious bulge beneath the sheets. “It was incredible, Logan.”
He stretches to place a soft kiss on my lips. “I aim to please. You were pretty damn incredible yourself, Pip.”
We share a look filled with unspoken longing and mutual admiration. The connection between us feels even stronger now, a blend of familiarity and newfound intimacy.
“So, you don’t have any regrets?” I hold my breath, waiting for his answer.
Logan frowns. “No way in hell. Doyou?”
I sigh dreamily. “Not one bit.”
“Good.” He wets his lower lip. “But I do have one question.”
“What’s that?”
Logan leans in like he’s about to share a juicy secret. “Doyou really know karate?”
It takes a moment to connect the dots, but when I realize he’s referring to my moment of supreme idiocy on the porch, I bury my head under a pillow and groan.
“I’m never going to live that down, am I?”
He knows damn well I am not trained inanyof the martial arts.
He yanks the pillow off my face and tosses it to the floor. “Not a chance. But I think we can work with it. You’d look hot wearing a white gi and nothing else. I’m up for a little role play, if you are. I’ll be the sensei, and you can be the new student at my dojo.”
An embarrassingly loud snort-laugh flies from my mouth right before an equally loud grumble comes from my stomach.
Logan throws his head back in laughter and climbs out of bed. Offering a hand, he says, “C’mon, Daniel-san. Let’s get you some breakfast.”
He pulls on a pair of sweats while I grab one of his T-shirts. Since Logan’s so much taller than me, it hits me mid-thigh and covers up all my naughty bits. As we make our way to the great room, I’m acutely aware of the way his eyes linger on me, and I may or may not swing my hips with a little extra flair.
“Wow,” I say, taking in the breathtaking sight outside the wall of windows. “It’s a good thing we stocked up yesterday.”
Snow is piled high against the glass, a pristine white blanket covering everything in sight. It’s clear that a massive amount of snowfall occurred overnight, and flakes are still falling, so it’ll be even deeper soon enough.
“Agreed,” he replies. “I chopped plenty of wood a few days ago, so I’ll grab it out of the shed after breakfast. I haven’t seen a generator though. Did I miss one?”
“Unfortunately not.” I walk over to the hallway closet. “But as you know, my dad likes to be prepared.” I open the door, scanning the shelves. “If the power goes out, we have flashlights, batteries, an old radio, bottled water, and a battery-powered lantern. There should be a camping stove and coolers in the shed and then the stone oven out back.” I lift on my toes to pull a box down. I hold it up, showing himeveryone’s favorite top-hat-wearing tycoon. “If we get bored, we have plenty of games.”
Logan’s long legs cross the room in a matter of seconds. Before I know it, his hands are bracketing my hips, and his lips are pressed against my ear. “I can guarantee boredom willnotbe an issue.”
I bite my lip. “Is that so?”
His fingers creep under the hem of my borrowed tee. “I’d be happy to give you a reminder.” My stupid stomach growls again. “Afterwe eat.”
