“Yeah.” She watched his lips curve up into a smile. “I think I am.”
“Do me a favor? Don’t eat too much ice cream. I don’t want you to slip into a sugar coma and forget our date.”
She felt the tension in his body change, shifting from friendly to intent. His arms tightened around her as his hands slid to her lower back. The untouchable barrier had melted away completely. He was hers again. At least for now.
“I won’t.” Logan lowered his head, brushing his lips against her forehead. Just once. “We have some unfinished business from last night.”
His lips on her skin sent a rush spiraling through her body, alerting all her senses. She wanted this man. No interruptions, no hesitations.
“Tomorrow,” she said. “I’m planning to get you naked first.”
“We don’t have to wait until tomorrow.” He looked her in the eyes as he spoke, as if judging her reaction. “I’ll honor our date plans. You have my word.”
“I believe you.” She rose on her tiptoes, touching her mouth to his.
She kept her kiss soft and light. His hands moved down until he palmed her bottom, holding her close—silently asking for more.
He pulled back and looked down into her eyes. “Don’t be afraid to kiss me, Sadie. You don’t have to treat me with kid gloves. I’m not going to break.”
No, he wasn’t. She wound her hands through his hair and gave a sharp tug before drawing his mouth down to meet hers. This kiss was hard and demanding. Relentless.
Her body pulsed with excitement. She traced a path with her fingertips over his chest down to the waistband on his jeans.
“Who’s out here?” A low, gruff male voice called from the roof’s access point.
“Not again,” she whispered, closing her eyes. One minute more and she’d have had her hand around him.
A beam of light swept the area and Logan quickly stepped back, his hands moving to adjust his pants. He scanned her as if checking to see if her clothes were in place before turning his attention to the man with the flashlight.
“Officer Ferguson,” he said, stepping into the light.
“Logan Reed. Shit, son, I saw two heads up here and figured it was some of the high school kids getting into trouble. I haven’t caught you up here in years. Decide to lob some water balloons at the crowd?”
“No, sir. We came up here for a bird’s-eye view of the crowd.”
Sadie turned, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She was so turned on that she felt indecent. In the dim light, she saw an older man with a large belly wearing a blue uniform.
The older man gave a loud bark of laughter. “A view of the crowd? Is that your story? Well, you call it whatever you want, I still need you to come back down.”
“Yes, sir.”
Logan took her hand and led her to the door. Before they reached Officer Ferguson, he leaned over and whispered in her ear.
“Tomorrow night, no interruptions.”
11
LOGAN ARRIVED AT the guesthouse and found a note on the door instructing him to come in and grab a beer. He obeyed. Three steps inside he found Sadie running around in a white towel, cradling her cell between her neck and shoulder. Waving him toward the kitchen, she mouthed the words I’m sorry.
Logan nodded, but he wasn’t eager to give up the view. The T-shirt she’d worn the other night had covered more of her legs. He’d been on edge, wanting to get her back to where they’d been the other night on the couch. Only this time they wouldn’t be interrupted by a trip to the hospital or a police officer old enough to be his father. Tonight there was nothing standing in the way.
Unless he got her naked and then realized he wasn’t ready.
“Listen, Anne-Marie, I need to go,” she said to the person on the line. “But I promise I will have a decision for you tomorrow. I’m not going to let this deal fall apart if I can help it.”
Moving so quickly he wondered if the towel would fall off, Sadie brushed past him and into the kitchen. She dumped her cell on the counter before turning to him. “I hope we’re not going to be late for our reservation.”
“Nope. No reservation.”