Resting his forehead against mine, he kisses me softly as he waits for his cock to stop pulsing. I don’t know how I’m going to get up and function. Not only has Logan destroyed me physically with his big dick, I’m exhausted and spoiled and don’t want to do anything other than lie here and make love to him.
“Should I be sorry?”
“Hell no,” I pant. “But you should help me shower. Wait, no. I need to take a fast shower, and I’m suddenly incapable of being naked around you without it turning into sex.”
“Your problems just keep adding up.”
I laugh and get out of bed, taking a quick shower. I wrap up in a towel and brush through my wet hair, looking at the time on my phone. I have ten minutes to get down to the salon, and it takes me at least fifteen to dry my hair when it’s this sopping wet.
I do the best I can and go back into the room to get dressed in record time. Logan is back in bed, half-covered with the blankets and looking so comfortable it’s not fair.
“Want me to bring you breakfast or coffee?”
“If there’s nothing at the salon, hell yes. Usually, someone brings coffee and bagels or donuts to something like this. Though I wouldn’t be surprised if Diana brings kale and sugar-free tea,” I tell him, pulling a pair of underwear on. I let the towel drop and try to hide my smile when I see Logan’s reaction to my body. There’s something rather empowering about being able to turn a man on like this.
It’s even better when it’s one you’re head over heels in love with.
I put my bra on next and then yank a tank top on over my head. “Shit,” I swear when I pick up my phone. I forgot to charge it last night, and it’s at one percent. I stick it and the charger in my purse. I’ll be able to charge it at the salon, I’m sure.
I put on a skirt, step into my shoes, and go over to the bed, kissing Logan goodbye before hurrying out the hotel room and to the salon. I’m just a few minutes late when I walk through the door, but the stylist isn’t ready for me yet anyway.
My mother is all smiles today—as she should be—and gives me a hug when I walk into the back room. There are coffee and pastries, thank the stars. I pour myself a cup and grab a cinnamon bagel.
Diana comes into the back as I’m inhaling my coffee. Her makeup has been done already, and she looks beautiful.
“I’m not an emotional person,” I start, setting the coffee down. “But I’m getting all teary-eyed, sis. You look like a princess already.”
Diana looks up, doing whatever she can to keep her own eyes from watering. “Thank you. I can’t believe I’m getting married today! In Hawaii!” She waves her hands around in the air as she squeals.
She’s happy, which makes me happy. But, dammit, I still wish she were marrying a better man than Peter.
Yawning, I reach for my coffee and take another mouthful down.
“Up late?” Mom asks, picking up a bagel to cut in half.
“Yeah.” I finish my coffee and go for a refill.
“What were you doing?” Diana asks with a giggle as she wiggles her eyebrows at me.
“I’m not at liberty to say.” I pour more coffee into the paper cup.
Diana giggles again, and Mom rolls her eyes. “Oh come on, Mama,” Diana starts. “We’re adults. Dani’s lived with boyfriends before.”
“I still don’t need to hear you talk about it. Unless you want me to talk about my night.” Mom gives us a wink.
“Ew, please don’t!” Diana laughs. Luckily, the stylist is ready for Mom, and she goes out of the backroom, leaving Diana and me alone.
“You seem happy,” she says to me, looking at the donuts but not picking one up.
“You seem surprised by that.”
“I am,” she admits. “Just as surprised to find out you’re engaged when you haven’t so much as mentioned a boyfriend.”
Shit. “I didn’t want to admit to myself how serious it was,” I say, which isn’t actually a complete lie. “I went to Eastwood with the assumption I’d leave.” I flick my eyes to Diana, knowing this is a sore subject. Whatever, though, right? She chose to forgive Peter, to believe his lies over the truth.
But I’m sure she knows.
And I know I wasn’t the first woman he made a move on while he and Diana were together. All I can hope now is that he’s grown up, and proposing and wanting to get married right after I called him out was a wakeup call of some sorts, making him realize what he had to lose or something like that.
“So why start a serious relationship when you’d just take off again?” Diana supplies, doing a nice job of slipping in a backhanded insult.