And all he could think about was spinning her around and pressing her up against a tree. Kissing her until the giggles turned to sighs and those legs—
“Earth to Logan.” Tori bounced against his arm. “Almost there. Then you can put the drunk girl to bed for the night.”
He snorted. “Long day for us both. Bed sounds good.”
“Back to the beach tomorrow? Or do you want to go for a hike?”
“We could do some exploring, sure.”
“They’ll bring breakfast to us.” She hummed under her breath. “Doesn’t that sound glorious? We can eat in our pjs. Not that I packed any. But I can wear a robe.”
His brain stuttered over the drunken admission that she didn’t have any sleepwear. “Uh…”
“You can wear whatever you want. No dress code for breakfast. Wear those yummy board shorts you were swimming in today. Those looked nice. Very nice.”
She’s drunk, he told himself. Don’t read anything more into her words than the filter-dissolving reality of rum. “I’ve got pjs,” he muttered.
“Perfect.” She grinned at him brightly as they stopped in front of their villa.
He opened the door and followed her silently toward the bedrooms. Not watching her ass sway. Not at all.
“Oh,” she said suddenly, turning around and stopping right in front of him.
His hands came up and rested on her hips. “Whoa, there.”
She rolled her eyes. “I just remembered that I wanted a glass of water and there isn’t a cup in my bathroom.”
Ah. He lifted his hands and stepped back, but she didn’t move. Instead, she gave him a crooked, happy smile and dropped her purse on the ground before flinging her arms around his neck.
“Thanks again, Logan,” she breathed in his ear as her body pressed against his. Soft in all the right places. Like there was a chance in hell he could resist that.
He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her hair. “You deserve a kick-ass week, babe. We’re going to have an epic adventure here.”
“We already are.” She gave him a quick squeeze, then let go. It took him a half-second to follow suit, and then she was sliding past him to get a water glass. He let himself into his room, leaving the door open until she called out a good night, then he closed the door and threw himself on the bed, still dressed.
Seven
Tori had never seen anything quite as pretty as the waterfall in front of her. The view of the ocean behind her was a pretty close second, though.
“Okay, this was worth the extra hour of hiking,” she whispered in awe.
Logan swung his small nylon backpack off his shoulder and dug out a water bottle. “Here you go.”
“Thanks.” They stood there together for a few minutes, listening to the rush of falling water and the twitter of birds high above. She breathed in and out, letting the peace of the place seep into her bones.
Once she’d finally absorbed the wonder of it all, she turned to Logan at the same time as he turned to her.
“So we should—”
“Where do you want to eat—”
They both broke off and started laughing. They were so in sync sometimes. She tried again. “Pick a place to eat lunch?”
Logan pointed out a flat spot halfway around the small pool of water, surrounded by large rocks. “That works.”
She climbed ahead of him, eager to sit and rest—and eat. Logan’s idea of exploring the rainforest was more intense than she expected. She was more than ready to dig into the picnic the resort had packed for them. Logan carried the food. She had the rest of their provisions—a blanket, towels, and a first aid kit that Logan had rolled his eyes at, and then augmented with his own supplies.
“We should go for a swim after we eat,” he said after she spread out the blanket and he started unloading the food from his pack.
“Definitely.” She grinned as he immediately started to untie his hiking boots. “Eager, much?”
“Just getting comfortable.” He winked at her as he pulled off his socks, then peeled off his shirt, too.
Well, she wasn’t going to complain about that. Logan was a fine looking mountain of a man, and having him half-naked next to waterfall serving her lunch was nothing to complain about. “Pass me the pineapple, you adorable freak.”
“What can I say? I love swimming.”
“I know you do. I love sandwiches. Pass those, too.”
He laughed and handed over the neatly packed boxed of ham and lettuce sandwiches, kept cool and crisp with a thin ice pack at the bottom.
“Oh my God. Delicious.” She hummed as she licked a bit of mustard off her fingertips. “This is pretty incredible.” She gestured around.
He gave her a slow nod and an even slower smile. “Yep.”
“I bet this is same-old, same-old for you, huh?”
“Nah. I don’t get to picnic next to a waterfall when I’m on the job.”
She winced. “Right. Of course not.”