He narrows his eyes at me, and then something shifts in them when he comes to a realization. A slow grin spreads across his face. “Holy shit. You miss arguing with me.” He throws his head back and laughs. “Admit it! Youlikefucking with me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I rinse my toothbrush and drop it into my bag.
His hand catches my waist and spins me around. His eyes drop to my bare chest and stay there. When he speaks, his voice is low and challenging, making my lower belly heat. “You want something to fight about? Why don’t you get your ass back in bed and give me a proper good morning greeting.”
My face is on fire. I’m fighting a smile so hard my back teeth clench. “And what exactly qualifies as a proper good morning to you?”
He tilts his head, like he’s genuinely considering it. “How about you wrap those pretty lips around my cock, and then maybe, if you’re good enough, I’ll fuck you into the mattress.”
The heat moves through me instantly. I raise one eyebrow and scoff.
“Please.” I brush past him out of the bathroom, and he turns to follow. “We both know if I wrapped these pretty lips around your cock, you’d blow your load in thirty seconds. And then where would we be?” I glance back over my shoulder while he bites down on his grin. “Waiting around for you to recover whileI’m late for breakfast. I don’t think you have the stamina you think you do.”
“That’s it.” He lifts me and tosses me onto the bed. I shriek, but when he pulls my underwear off and lines himself up, I’m not laughing anymore.
“Fighting with me turns you on this much, babe?” He murmurs, low, watching my face as he works himself against me, spreading my wetness with his cock. He thrusts in slowly, and we both suck in a sharp inhale.
“Don’t worry, I know we’re in a rush.” His mouth finds my ear. “Quick and dirty, just how you like it. You didn’t even need any foreplay, did you? Is that all it takes—tell you to get on your knees and suck my cock like a good girl, and you’re soaked?”
I can’t answer.
He thrusts harder, and it’s as quick and dirty as he promised, enough to shatter me. He handles my body like he’s an expert inme, lifting my knee, tilting my hips, finding every perfect angle. The rhythm builds, faster, harder, like he’s already a step ahead of what I’m feeling.
His arms pull tight around me, and when he shifts and the drag of his cock hits just right, insistent and deep against my upper walls, with determined thrusts, I come apart. He follows with a low grunt, and I feel the warmth of him spill into me.
Afterward, he can’t wipe the smug grin off his face, and I don’t even try to make him.
“Kiss me,” he says, after we climb out of bed for the second time, only making me a few minutes late. I don’t even hesitate, wrapping my arms around his neck.
Getting dressed takes longer than it should. I’d thought about putting the bridesmaid dress on early, but photos aren’t until later, so I go with jeans. While hopping into one leg, Logan watches me with unrivaled focus, his mouth slightly ajar.
“Neanderthal.”
His eyes drift up from my bare chest, and he shrugs, the corner of his mouth pulling. “I genuinely cannot look away.”
I bite down on my lip and press my palm flat against his chest to move him out of my way. It’s hard to think straight when he looks at me like that.
“You’re ridiculous,” is all I can manage.
Something shifts in his expression—still warm, but heavier, like he’s just as fucked up over this as I am.
I finish getting dressed. Logan pulls on yesterday’s clothes, slings his suit jacket over one arm, and we head out together.
At the entrance to the restaurant, he presses his lips to my cheek. “I’ll meet you back in your room around ten.”
I nod, and then he’s gone.
When I step into the restaurant, the first thing I see is Pearl glaring at me.
I take a breath and keep walking. Dad rented out the entire resort, which must have cost an obscene amount of money, so the only people in the restaurant are wedding guests—but his table is reserved for family of the bride and groom, and Pearl is already seated beside Dad and Jo, like she’s been holding court since dawn.
The restaurant has the same high ceilings and crisp white walls as the rest of the place; no skylight, but the walls lined in tall, lush plants that make it feel almost tropical. It’s beautiful. Everything here is beautiful.
I try not to think too hard about what my father spent on this weekend, try not to let the math of it sting—that he could write a check for all of this without blinking, but when I called him about my business, my future, he said no before I even finished asking. I push the thought down. Today is not the day.
The fluttering in my chest picks up as I cross toward his table. Then Jo spots me, and before I can even raise a hand, she’s out of her seat and crossing the room, arms already open. She pullsme into a hug that’s tighter than I expected, both arms locked around me, and I sink into it.
“Oh, it’s so good to see you. I can’t believe what happened. We’re so glad you’re safe.”
