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Logan smiled. “Nichole, right?”
She crossed her arms. “Good memory.”
“Always.”
Nic cocked out a hip. “So, tell me…what are your intentions?”
“Excuse me?”
Bella winced. Just what she needed, Nic playing the role of a judgy mother-type. She scrubbed her hands over her face. Grit, dust, and dirt coated her hands. She couldn’t see him like this. She rushed over to the sink near their small coffee area.
She lathered up, splashing water higher on her arms to get the streaks of sweat and dirt off.
“Did you sic your guard dog on me?”
Bella jumped when his hands landed on her hips.
“It’s just me.”
“Logan, I’m filthy.”
He drew her back against him and buried his nose into the back of her hair. “What is that smell. It’s like outdoors and…yet not really.”
She leaned on the basin. “Beeswax.” The single least sexy smell on the planet.
He nipped the skin at the nape of her neck. “Ah, that’s it. You smell like books. High end books. Like my library after Mrs. Nelson comes to attack it with her arsenal of supplies.”
She tipped her head forward as his thumbs drew little circles at the base of her spine. As if he knew just how tight her muscles were.
“Books have never given me a hard-on before.” He crowded in on her. “Is it wrong that I want to drag you into the stacks and slip inside you again? Maybe I shouldn’t tell you that my California King bed was incredibly empty without you there.”
“Logan.”
“I do love how you say my name. That voice—it’s going to follow me around all day while I’m doing interviews. And when they ask me why I’m grinning like an idiot, what do I tell them?”
She twisted in his arms. “You wouldn’t. We just started…whatever this is.”
He dragged the back of a knuckle up her neck, then along the curve of her chin until she was a breath away from his mouth. Instead of kissing her, he steered his mouth to just behind her ear. “So, I shouldn’t tell them that the head of the committee makes this little noise in her throat when I hit just the right spot?”
The wisp of tongue followed by a lazy nuzzle made her shiver and groan.
“There it is. I love that sound.”
She pushed him back. “You should be in rehearsal.”
“Security is doing their thing. We’re doing a final run-through in an hour.”
“So you thought you’d come down here for what? A quickie?”
The corner of his mouth lifted and a hint of a dimple flashed. “No, but if you’re offering.”
“No, I am not. I’m a sweaty mess.”
He drew a figure eight along the dip of her spine. “We can be a sweaty mess together. Then I can wash your back.”
“I have a million things to do before noon.”
“Take a break.” He flicked his tongue along her lower lip.
