I mean,superbad idea, Mr. Ashford, because all I want to do is jump your bones twenty-four seven. But I understood that thepress would eat up anything we gave them. I bumped closer to him, resting the side of my body against his. Logan squeezed my waist and raised an eyebrow at me.
May I?
My tiny nod signaled yes. Please.
And don’t stop.
His eyes scanned my face for a moment, then he leaned closer and pressed his lips to mine.
In that instant, I remembered every second of our magical drunken wedding night. The kiss unlocked the memories that were probably being repressed to keep me from turning into a sex-starved lunatic. I could feel Logan’s hands all over my body and remember how easy it was for him to pull me over the edge.Howmany orgasms had I had?
It was a totally inappropriate reaction I was powerless to resist. I forgot that we were in front of an audience recording every second of our make-out session and focused on what the man was doing to me.
The kiss lasted a second or two longer than it should’ve. I wasn’t going to be the first one to pull away, especially since I wasn’t sure it was ever going to happen again. At the very least, there’d be photographic evidence of the heat between us. Someday, when I was old and gray, I could look back on the pictures from the press conference and remember how I’d nearly burned down the dock with my billionaire temporary husband.
We finally pulled apart to wild applause.
Logan raised a hand to wave at the crowd. “Thanks again, everyone! Can’t wait to see you on Ashford Cruise Lines!”
The three of us walked to the waiting black-windowed SUV. Noah scrambled into it like he was being chased by zombies.
“Let’s get the hell out of here and gohome,” Logan muttered.
Home.
What exactly was that?
14
LOGAN
“What do you mean, you only need ten minutestotal?” I asked Nina as we sped down the highway after a detour to the pet shop. “You do realize that you’re moving into my place formonths, right?”
We were in the back of my SUV after the press conference with Noah passed out between us, debating when and how Nina could gather her things. She wanted to swing by her place on the way home. It was fine with me, but when she’d said ten minutes, I’d assumed she was just planning to throw a few things in a bag and come back for the rest of it later. But no, she was insistent that ten minutes was all she needed for everything.
“I’m mobile. I live lean,” she shrugged at me. “And we’re going to drive right by. Your assistant already took Ariel home, so we don’t have to worry about her. I’ll be quick.”
“But what was all of that static about needing a week to uproot your life?” I asked.
“Well, life is more than just stuff,” she sighed. “There’s a psychological process to dealing with change as well. I want to come to terms with what all of this means, you know?”
I didn’t, and perhaps that was a problem?
She must have read the baffled look on my face, because she rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry about it. But I do want to go ahead and get my stuff. It won’t take long. Noah’s out cold; I bet he won’t even wake up while I run in.”
“There’s no way I’m letting you pack by yourself. I’ll come in and help, and Danny can keep the car running. Noah has known him since he was a baby; he’ll be okay in here if he wakes up. Right, Danny?”
“Of course,” my trusty driver answered. “No problem.”
“Fine, you can come in,” Nina conceded, even though she didn’t look happy about it. “But don’t judge.”
I wasn’t sure what she meant until we pulled up to her building.
“You live in awarehouse?” I asked, eyeing the brick facade with the ghost sign for a fruit market still legible on the side.
A warehouse in a shitty part of town.
“Former warehouse, now studio apartments,” she said over her shoulder. She hopped out of the car.
