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The bed dipped and her pillow disappeared. “Who gets that? Or is that everyone?”
She laughed, peering up at him through one eye. “Sharon.”
He snorted and dragged her into his side. “Nice.” He tucked his chin into her neck and nibbled his way up to her ear, the fingers of his free slid under the sheet to her ribs.
“No.” She tried to wiggle away. She was way too ticklish for that action so early.
Like a dog with a bone, he attacked her until she was shrieking with laughter. She bucked under him, but he just threw his thigh over her legs and held her down.
“No fair. You’re bigger.”
He grinned down at her. Mussed hair, sleepy green eyes, and a carefree happiness lighting his features. Gone was the tension he usually carried like a shield. Had she done that?
Because she liked the idea of that a little too much, she pushed at his shoulders when her phone went off again. He rolled off her with a sigh and stretched. Good grief. Bronzed and freckled, he was simply too delicious to comprehend.
“Keep looking at me like that and you will not be answering that phone.”
She sat up, pushing her hair out of her eyes. She looked around for her shorts, finally spotting them in front of the door. How the hell had they gotten all the way over there? She snatched a blue Henley shirt off a chair in the corner and slid it on.
“I prefer you naked, but you look damn good in my shirt, Iz.”
She grinned over her
shoulder. “I might just steal it.”
He propped himself up on a couple of pillows, the sheet barely covering him. She quickly looked away. No way, no how was she going to get drawn back into that bed right now. She crouched to unearth her phone from the pile of clothes and winced, both at the time and how sore she was.
Logan had reached for her half a dozen times during the night, from sleepy sex to the eager and desperate at dawn kind and every other kind in between. Both deliciously used and a little confused, she wasn’t sure what to make of their morning after. She was happy, but a little tiny part of her wondered why he was so adamant to convince her he wanted more.
She had too many questions and not enough answers, but that kind of dissection would have to wait until after the festival. She still had that day and Sunday to contend with. She scanned the messages. Three from Sharon, each one more insistent for a reply. There were two from Cam about no-shows in the vendor area. She fired off replies for those. Dee Valentine, from the diner, was always good for a last minute table of goodies.
She perched on the edge of the bed and chewed the side of her thumb. If she replied to Sharon, then the morning would be over. The mayor would have a laundry list of things for Bella to handle. But if she could lure Logan out with her, then maybe she could keep her to-do list to a minimum.
“You’re way too quiet over there. Is the world falling apart without you?”
“Well, not quite, but…”
He crossed his arms. “I don’t like that look.”
She turned and crawled up the bed and straddled his thighs. “What do you think about walking around the festival with me for a little bit?”
He arched a brow. “And why would I do that?”
Bella draped her arms over his shoulders and inched up a little higher. “People would get a kick out of it. And it’s not an official meet and greet so you’d probably get away with walking around for a little bit.”
He squinted at her. “Just as long as you don’t set up a kissing booth.”
“No way. I’m the only one getting to kiss these lips now.” She grinned and leaned down. “Oh, sorry.” She pulled back. “Need to brush my teeth.”
He pulled her back down for a long, dirty, open-mouthed kiss. Her lungs had backed up by the time he let her up for air. “Sharon can wait twenty more minutes.” She hopped to the floor, pulled the shirt up and over her head, then tugged him out of bed.
He lifted her off her feet and hauled her into the bathroom.
Forty minutes later, she and Logan stumbled out of the shower. Her legs were still shaking and she was technically clean. The images in her brain, however, were not. It was going to be a long time before she forgot what Logan looked like kneeling before her with starred lashes, his mouth wet from her. Or the obscene jets that he knew how to use for maximum efficiency.
“You, over there.” She shooed him away. “You cannot be trusted.”
His smile was annoyingly smug as he swiped a towel across his chest. “Are you complaining?”
