He turned to peer down at her, a lazy smile curling his beautiful lips. “I think I would have come to find you in the end. The life and death thing just nudged me in the right direction.”
A shiver ran through her as she realized how close he had come to dying. They might never have met again. The idea seemed inconceivable. “Nothing like the thought of dying to make you realize what you really want.”
“Exactly. And I wanted my fantasy girl.”
“You have her.”
“Actually, I have my fantasy woman.” He lowered his head and kissed her neck, sending ripples of desire spreading through her. Then he nipped her skin. “So why don’t we head back to solid ground.”
“Are we going to do the fantasy thing?” Her body tingled at the thought. She’d even packed her handcuffs, because she’d never been able to get that particular image out of her mind. Maybe today…
“I don’t need fantasies anymore,” Logan said. “I have the real thing.”
“Aw.”
He grinned. “Okay, perhaps I still have a few left.”
“Enough for a lifetime?”
“More than enough.”
She leaned across and kissed him slowly and thoroughly. “My fantasy guy.”
The End