Dinner had been great. There was a well-signed path that ran from the resort to the edge of town, half a mile away, and there they found an awesome bar, right on the ocean, that made a mean rum punch and an awesome, simple grilled fish dinner.
Then there had been dancing. First, Tori danced with a couple of friendly local men, then she’d pulled Logan onto the dance floor.
Thank you, rum punch.
But this was what he’d signed up for. A week of Tori cutting loose in dresses that showed off her legs and bikinis that showed off everything else. A week where he had one job—not to think of those legs wrapped around his waist. Or his head.
Jesus.
He was the absolute worst because he was failing at that so hard.
They were halfway back down the path to the resort. Tori was tugging on his arm, her fingers interlaced through his. Tug. Swing. Giggle.
And all he could think about was spinning her around and pressing her up against a tree. Kissing her until the giggles turned to sighs and those legs—
“Earth to Logan.” Tori bounced against his arm. “Almost there. Then you can put the drunk girl to bed for the night.”
He snorted. “Long day for us both. Bed sounds good.”
“Back to the beach tomorrow? Or do you want to go for a hike?”
“We could do some exploring, sure.”
“They’ll bring breakfast to us.” She hummed under her breath. “Doesn’t that sound glorious? We can eat in our pjs. Not that I packed any. But I can wear a robe.”
His brain stuttered over the drunken admission that she didn’t have any sleepwear. “Uh…”
“You can wear whatever you want. No dress code for breakfast. Wear those yummy board shorts you were swimming in today. Those looked nice. Very nice.”
She’s drunk, he told himself. Don’t read anything more into her words than the filter-dissolving reality of rum. “I’ve got pjs,” he muttered.
“Perfect.” She grinned at him brightly as they stopped in front of their villa.
He opened the door and followed her silently toward the bedrooms. Not watching her ass sway. Not at all.
“Oh,” she said suddenly, turning around and stopping right in front of him.
His hands came up and rested on her hips. “Whoa, there.”
She rolled her eyes. “I just remembered that I wanted a glass of water and there isn’t a cup in my bathroom.”
Ah. He lifted his hands and stepped back, but she didn’t move. Instead, she gave him a crooked, happy smile and dropped her purse on the ground before flinging her arms around his neck.
“Thanks again, Logan,” she breathed in his ear as her body pressed against his. Soft in all the right places. Like there was a chance in hell he could resist that.
He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair. “You deserve a kick-ass week, babe. We’re going to have an epic adventure here.”
“We already are.” She gave him a quick squeeze, then let go. It took him a half-second to follow suit, and then she was sliding past him to get a water glass. He let himself into his room, leaving the door open until she called out a good night, then he closed the door and threw himself on the bed, still dressed.
