A flash of kissing himearlier flitted through my mind. The scent of his cologne filled my nostrilsagain, curling down my throat and settling in the pit of my stomach.
Safety. Logan alreadysmelled like safety to me. He’d defended me earlier, taken care that I wasn’t inany danger. If I hadn’t been sure there was any point in a bodyguard before, Iwas now.
GoodGodhe wasgorgeous, even better without a shirt on. He couldn’t have been more perfect ifhe’d been carved from marble.
“Ash?” he asked, sleepy.
Hot.
“I thought you were anintruder,” I said, tearing myself away from the tempting expanse of his chest.
His hair was sticking upeverywhere and he looked deliciously sleep-rumpled in a pair of thinsweatpants.
I licked my lips.
Logan was unfairly hot. Thefew scars I could make out on his chest in the low light only made itbetter.If I’dthought the ones on his face added a rugged edge, it was nothing compared tothe things his naked chest was doing to me.
Not to mention he wasripped. Not body-builder ripped, not big flashy oiled-up muscles, but the kindof quiet strength that showed heusedthose muscles.
I would’ve been willingto bet he could fuck for hours.
“And you thought the bestway to handle that would be to come out here, naked, with—shit, is that awhip?” he asked,nodding to my hand.
“It’s a riding crop,” Isaid, lifting it up to show him.
I was naked.
Isleptnaked, so ofcourse I was naked, and that hadn’t seemed like a problem until right now. One thingfor my bodyguard to catch me half-dressed, another thing entirely to stand herein the kitchen with nothing on, in full view.
At least it was dark.
“Why do you have a—oh thisis a sex thing, isn’t it?” Logan asked. Horror passed over his face, like he’djust heard what he’d said.
“Umm. No, actually. I mean,I guess it is for some people, I just… used to do a cowgirl bit, for drag. A sexydominatrix cowgirl kinda… thing.” I toyed with the end of the crop. “But uh. I’mthe world’s bossiest bottom so it never really worked for me.”
Why the fuck was I tellinghim this?
I shouldnothavebeen telling my bodyguard what I liked in bed. That was definitely not how youwere supposed to act around them.
Especiallyafter you’d pounced onthem for a makeout session they hadn’t saidnoto, but hadn’t saidyesto, either.
I should have been apologizingfor that, but it felt a little awkward to do it while I was standing therenaked, holding a riding crop.
Moreawkward. Wayover my awkwardness threshold.
“Okay,” Logan said. “I’llfile that away for future reference.”
“I, umm…”
My hand was still on hischest. Should I move it?
I should move it.
After another heartbeat, Ieased my fingers away.
Awkward laughter madeeverything worse, and I could only hope Logan couldn’t see me blushing in thelow light.
He smelledsogood. Iwanted to curl up in his arms and fall asleep.
