Marrying the Northbridge Nanny (16 page)

“And that’s all that matters.”

“Maybe sometimes it is,” she conceded.

He kissed her then, his mouth coming to hers in a deep, deep kiss right from the start that bridged the gap that had separated them and reconnected them on a whole new level.

A deep, deep kiss that didn’t have far to go to ignite passion in them both.

Logan’s hands rose into her hair, holding her head to that kiss as his mouth opened over hers and his tongue rekindled some hotter, sexier things. Things that Meg welcomed and helped to flourish.

And then clothes began to come off and hands and
mouths found unveiled parts of each other’s bodies that they’d learned well during their one night together, recalling what each of them liked, reawakening hunger and need in the blink of an eye.

Turning round and round, they crossed the short distance to the bed Meg had made and, naked by the time they reached it, Logan eased her down onto the quilt.

Maybe the thought that this might not have ever happened again spurred them on, but little more was called for before Logan found his way into Meg, before he took them both to a simultaneous peak that, when it subsided, had sapped every last drop of energy from them both.

Lying in those arms she knew she would have missed forever, Meg wilted and willingly went along when he rolled to his back and took her with him to lie on top of him, his chest her pillow.

“Go ahead, try and live without
that!
” he challenged then, once again cocky.

“Forget it, you’re mine from here on, anytime I say,” Meg countered the same way.

Logan laughed, a low, raspy sound that rumbled beneath her. “I’m just gonna be your sex slave?”

“Maybe.”

“Uh-uh,” he decreed. “I’m making an honest woman out of you whether you like it or not. I need a wife, my daughter needs a mother—”

Tia…

“Did you tell her I was leaving?” Meg asked, her alarm instantly turning off the tone of teasing.

“No,” Logan answered. “I couldn’t. I could hardly think of it myself, let alone tell anybody.”

“Even Hadley?”

“Even Hadley. I figured that until you actually drove off, I wasn’t saying anything.”

Relieved, Meg returned to their teasing. “You just didn’t think I’d do it, did you?”

“I didn’t think I’d be able to stand it if you did,” he answered quietly, seriously. Then, in a lighter note, he said, “Now tell me you’ll marry me even though it might not be psychologically sound.”

Meg laughed. “I’ll marry you, even though
you
may not be psychologically sound,” she teased.

“Better strong of body than mind,” he joked in return, holding her tighter and flexing against her.

Still, regardless of how strong of body he was, their recent stress and lack of sleep was catching up with them both.

“What do you say we have a nap and then go tell Tia and Hadley what’s going on?” Logan suggested then.

“I say yes,” Meg agreed.

Logan rolled a half roll so that they were on their sides, his arms making sure she didn’t get away from him, his chin resting on her head.

“I love you, Meg,” he said again, as if he just wanted to.

“I love you, too, Logan,” she whispered back.

As she listened to the steady beat of his heart, the way his breathing was growing slower, she was thinking of the days, the weeks, the years to come. Of being his wife and Tia’s mom.

And a rush of happiness washed all through her to let her know as surely as she knew her name that allowing her feelings for Logan, for Tia, to be her guiding light had been exactly the right way to go.