Chapter 9 Rosalie
ROSALIE
I pull the 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 since Celeb Insider named him Sexiest Billionaire Bachelor a 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, he really is humble at heart. But there’s no denying it. The man has a massive female fanbase, and they are thirsty.
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 be seen in 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 hope that 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 know you. 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 trying not to 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 how generous I 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.”
I nuzzle into him, my head resting on his chest. “Agreed.”
Logan’s heart thumps beneath my ear, lulling me into a contented daze.
“We should get up,” I murmur, but make no effort whatsoever to move out of my sexy yoga pose. “You know…make breakfast…do all the things.”
My fuzzy robe is still fully draped over my back, but every part of my front is touching his front. The skin-to-skin contact is making me all kinds of needy.
His hands slip beneath my robe until they’re each filled with one of my ass cheeks. “I have a better idea.”
“I’m sure you do.” I snort.
“Just trying to make the most of our final day.” Logan’s fingers climb upward, lightly massaging the muscles on each side of my spine as he goes.
“Damn, that feels good,” I mumble against his chest.
His hips rise off the mattress. “I can make it feel even better.”
I chuckle. “You’re impossible.”
If I don’t get out of this bed right now, we’re never going to leave it. And as much as I like the idea—because seriously, I’m insatiable with this man—I’d like to spend some non-naked quality time with him, too, while we have the chance.
Logan grunts as I extricate myself from his arms and hop off the bed, quickly tying my robe closed.
“C’mon, Lazy Bones, I need food in my belly. And afterward, I think we should go for a nice, long walk in this beautiful winter wonderland. There should be some snowshoes in the shed.”
“Seriously?” His brows lift. “You’d rather brave the below-freezing weather than stay in this nice, warm bed with me? Who are you, and what have you done with Rosalie Morales?”
I give him a wry look. “I know, I know, I’m more outside-y than outdoorsy, but we’re surrounded by a gorgeous landscape, and I haven’t really had a chance to appreciate it.”
Logan sits up, muscles flexing as he stretches. “The things I do for you. Fine. Let’s go.”
I smile. “I knew you’d see it my way eventually.”
“Uh-huh.” He sticks out his lower lip. “Just keep blatantly abusing your position of power, and I’ll keep taking it up the ass.”
I prop a hand on my hip. “Is that your way of telling me you’re into pegging?”
Logan bolts out of bed, stark naked, and grabs me around the waist. As he nuzzles his nose into my neck, he murmurs, “Sweetheart, whatever you’re into, I’m game. Just make sure to use plenty of lube if you’re sticking a dildo up my ass.”
I giggle, pushing him away as my cheeks flush. “Put some clothes on, perv.” I flick my hand toward his stupidly perfect, beautifully inked body. “I can only take so much of your grotesque muscles.”
He barks in laughter. “Damn, Pip. You’re brutal on the ego.”
“Nah,” I deny. “You know you love it. Somebody’s gotta keep you in check.” I dig through the dresser, grabbing a pair of thermal leggings and a sweater.
“You volunteering for the job?” Logan’s full lips quirk up in the corners.
“Oh, honey, I’ve already reported for duty and signed all the HR forms.” I give him one of those winks he’s so fond of.
“Is that so?” He retrieves his own set of clothing, his bare ass leading me out of the room. “C’mon, baby. I’ll show you how much I appreciate your professional dedication in the shower.”
I sigh, feigning exasperation. “Fine. If you must.”
I know I just told him I wasn’t getting sucked into this, but I follow him into the bathroom anyway. I blame the ass. Seriously, you could bounce quarters off the damn thing.
And when he pulls me into the tub, caging my body against the tiles, the hot water isn’t the only thing steaming up the room.