Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
"I knew it. You're too good to be true. You're going to kill me in my sleep, aren't you?" I ask as he passes me one of the chairs and throws the axe over his shoulder like some kind of lumberjack.
“Too good to be true, huh?” he smirks. “But no. If I was going to kill you in your sleep, I would have done it the night you stashed me on your couch.”
“Ha. Ha. Very funny. Besides, you can’t kill me, Louie needs me too much.”
“What Louie needs is a good speaking to,” he laughs.
“Leave Louie alone,” I grin as I roll my eyes but it’s true, Louie is one hell of a bad birdy. “What’s the axe for?”
“You and I are on firewood duty,” he says proudly.
“Bullshit,” I grunt.
“It’s true,” he says. “Tony made up a roster if you’d like to see it.”
I let out a groan. “This isn’t going to be one of those things where they make you do those stupid games like the three-legged race and that one where you have catch eggs?”
“No,” he laughs, “but I’m sure if you suggested it to Tony, he’ll find somewhere to add it in.”
“Noted. I’ll keep my mouth shut.”
We take our chairs and place them down in front of the tent before heading out into the trees to find some wood… and not the good kind.
I get started on our task and pick up as many sticks as can fit in my hands. “Babe,” comes that deep voice from behind me. “What are you planning on doing with those twigs?”
“Huh?” I ask. “What do you mean? I’m getting firewood which is a hell of a lot more than what you’re doing right now. You haven’t got any wood.”
He gives me that annoying ‘I know best’ grin that drives me insane but with the axe over his shoulder and the tight-fitting shirt and denim jeans… makes me want to jump him.
He steps up to me and forces me back into a tree with his strong body pressed firmly up against mine. “Trust me, babe, I’ve got all the wood you need.”
My breath catches as the sticks in my hands clatter to the ground. He places the axe down beside us and cages me against the tree with his arm. His eyes grow intense as he brings his face closer.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
"I can't wait any longer," he replies before closing the gap. His lips come down on mine and it's like pure heaven. My willpower crumbles and I kiss him back, giving everything I've got. Every reason why I shouldn't be doing this instantly fades away as we come together as one.
His hands leave the tree and come down on my body as my own come to his chest before roaming up his pecs and behind his neck. I moan into him and he takes it as his cue to continue. Those strong hands come down and grab my ass before hoisting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on for dear life as he kisses me like I’ve never been kissed before.
In this very moment, I know with one hundred percent certainty, that no man will ever amount to the one before me. That every time I meet a guy, he will always be compared to Logan. I will never be kissed like this again, never have a man caress my body like this, never feel like I’m floating on air, not unless it’s with Logan.
I just need to be prepared for him to pull away the second this moment is over, that when he realises I’m just like every other inexperienced, messed-up girl out there, that it’s all going to be over and just like I had always known, he’s going to break my heart.
Chapter 11
Logan
Night has fallen and we sit around the campfire as Coach Robinson does his best to keep the flames alive. After all, Elle and I didn’t really do such a great job at collecting firewood as I was too busy with my tongue down her throat but I wouldn’t change it for anything.
For weeks I’ve been craving that moment with her and now that I’ve had a taste, I want more. I need more and I won’t stop until I get it.
I have to admit, I was surprised she let me get that close. She sucked in a breath and asked me what I was doing but the second she dropped those damn twigs, I knew I had her. She’s mine just as much as I am hers.
Then my lips touched her and at the risk of sounding like a damn pussy, it was fucking magical. I didn’t want to stop. If I had my way, I’d still be in those trees with those perfectly toned legs wrapped around me as she moaned for more.