It’s still there. He feels it, too.
“Talk to me.”
Natalie blinked, nervous butterflies swirling inside her belly. “About what?” Had her voice just cracked?
She was pretty sure it had.
“What’s keeping you awake?” He brushed some hair from her shoulder in an innocent gesture he’d done a million times before.
Only this time it didn’t feel so innocent. This time she’d felt every feathery touch of his fingertips as they’d trailed a path across her bare skin.
“Hunger,” she blurted. “Uh…I mean…I got hungry,” she attempted a lame recovery.Smooth, Nat. Real smooth.“I guess tossing and turning for four-and-a-half hours will do that to a girl, so…”
“So you haven’t gotten any sleep at all?” That concern deepened.
Natalie shook her head. “Nope.”
Their gazes held a beat before he lifted his left arm in the air, an invitation for her to lean on him. Literally and figuratively.
She didn’t even think before sliding over and falling into his warm, familiar embrace. In a natural, reflexive move, Natalie laid her head in the natural dip where his shoulder and chest came together, her hand coming to a rest along his abs.
Bare. Hot. Flexing abs.
And that hand that was wrapped around her…it was resting loosely along her hip. His fingertips precariously close to brushing against the upper curve of her rear.
Natalie’s pulse raced with the urge to scoot up a little farther. Just enough to let those fingers move a few inches lower.
Oh, girl. You are in so much trouble.
Serious. Sexy. Mouthwatering trouble.
“You know you’re safe here, right?” His worried question rumbled against her cheek.
“I know,” Natalie whispered back, her hair swishing against his skin with a slight nod.
A few beats passed before Logan continued with, “I’d never let anything happen to you. You know that, too…right?”
“I know,” she said again, lifting her head to meet his gaze. She needed him to see the truth in her next words. “I always feel safe when I’m with you.”
That hand on her hip flexed. Those fingertips digging into her skin with the slightest of squeezes. And those eyes…
Those eyes darkened with desire, their fire matching the inferno blazing deep within her.
“Nat, I—”
“I’m sorry.”
They both started talking at the same time, followed by simultaneous nervous laughter.
“You go,” she offered.
“Nope. Ladies first.”
Crap. Okay. Welp…here goes nothing.
“I’m sorry I’ve been such a bitch lately.”
A humored frown pulled his lips upward while his brows bunched together in the center. “Woman, you’ve never been a bitch a day in your life.”