check. And she was just beginning to understand the depths of his desire. For him, it wasn’t just about physical pleasure. When they were in the midst of making love, theirs was a deeper connection, a bond that grew stronger with every minute they spent together.
She stared down into his face, carefully taking in each perfect feature. He was a virtual stranger, and yet she felt as if she’d known him her whole life. If she weren’t so cynical about love, she might actually believe that was what she was feeling. But after watching her parents’ marriage fall apart, she’d vowed never to indulge in that particular emotion. This was just an infatuation, a wonderful, playful crush that would probably end the moment their trip did.
Sunny sighed. As romantic as this little getaway was, she’d do well to keep it all in perspective. Sure, he made her feel good about herself—he made her believe there was at least one person in the world who really cared about her.
But she’d been with other men. And she’d always found a way to destroy whatever affections they’d had for her when she grew bored or frustrated with the relationship. Though she couldn’t imagine that happening with Logan, her own history told her the time would come just as sure as night followed day.
Sunny held the cup of coffee near his nose and softly called his name. “Wake up,” she said. “Time to get up.”
He opened one eye, then the other, and pushed up on his arm. “You got coffee?”
“I took some money out of your wallet. I hope you don’t mind.”
He raked his hand through his rumpled hair. “No. Well done, you.” Taking the covered paper cup from her hand, he leaned over and dropped a kiss on her lips. “Morning.”
“Good morning. You slept well.”
“I did,” he said. “Thanks to you and that massage you gave me. I was knackered after all our activities.”
Sunny reached out and brushed a strand of hair from his eyes. “You needed the exercise. After sitting on your arse all day.”
“I do appreciate that you’re watching out for me.”
The coffee was strong, and Sunny sipped at it as she glanced around the interior of the campervan. “You know, this wouldn’t be such a bad place to live. I mean, if you got it all fitted out and bought some supplies. You could just travel all around, see things you never saw.”
“I’m not sure a girl like you would be comfortable living out of a campervan.”
She frowned. “Why not?”
He paused. “I’d think you’d want the comforts of home. Running water, hot showers? A big soft bed.”
“Those kinds of things don’t make you happy.”
“What does make you happy, Sunny?” he asked.
She wanted to admit that it was him, but her feelings were still too new to believe in them. “Good coffee,” she said. “And a hot man. Or is it hot coffee and a good man?”
He sat up and crossed his legs in front of him, pulling the sheet over his lap. “I used to live in this campervan. When I first bought the ranch, the house was a wreck. The roof leaked, there were birds living in the kitchen. It took me quite a while to make it habitable.”
“I’d like to see your place sometime,” she said.
He smiled tightly. “Sure. Sometime.”
“I mean it.”
“It’s nothing like your place, Sunny. You live in a castle, I live in a cardboard box.”
“Are you really that preoccupied with money?”
“I’m practical. And realistic. Money makes everything easier. It buys access, it smooths the way, it provides comfort and security. You can’t deny that, can you?”
She shook her head. He was right. She’d always taken her father’s wealth for granted. Having every little need catered to had turned her into a vapid and self-centered child. When she looked in the mirror lately, she didn’t really like what she saw—a woman with nothing to call her own.
Sunny stood up. “All right, then. Perhaps later we can talk about religion or politics.”
He grabbed her hand
She stared down into his face, carefully taking in each perfect feature. He was a virtual stranger, and yet she felt as if she’d known him her whole life. If she weren’t so cynical about love, she might actually believe that was what she was feeling. But after watching her parents’ marriage fall apart, she’d vowed never to indulge in that particular emotion. This was just an infatuation, a wonderful, playful crush that would probably end the moment their trip did.
Sunny sighed. As romantic as this little getaway was, she’d do well to keep it all in perspective. Sure, he made her feel good about herself—he made her believe there was at least one person in the world who really cared about her.
But she’d been with other men. And she’d always found a way to destroy whatever affections they’d had for her when she grew bored or frustrated with the relationship. Though she couldn’t imagine that happening with Logan, her own history told her the time would come just as sure as night followed day.
Sunny held the cup of coffee near his nose and softly called his name. “Wake up,” she said. “Time to get up.”
He opened one eye, then the other, and pushed up on his arm. “You got coffee?”
“I took some money out of your wallet. I hope you don’t mind.”
He raked his hand through his rumpled hair. “No. Well done, you.” Taking the covered paper cup from her hand, he leaned over and dropped a kiss on her lips. “Morning.”
“Good morning. You slept well.”
“I did,” he said. “Thanks to you and that massage you gave me. I was knackered after all our activities.”
Sunny reached out and brushed a strand of hair from his eyes. “You needed the exercise. After sitting on your arse all day.”
“I do appreciate that you’re watching out for me.”
The coffee was strong, and Sunny sipped at it as she glanced around the interior of the campervan. “You know, this wouldn’t be such a bad place to live. I mean, if you got it all fitted out and bought some supplies. You could just travel all around, see things you never saw.”
“I’m not sure a girl like you would be comfortable living out of a campervan.”
She frowned. “Why not?”
He paused. “I’d think you’d want the comforts of home. Running water, hot showers? A big soft bed.”
“Those kinds of things don’t make you happy.”
“What does make you happy, Sunny?” he asked.
She wanted to admit that it was him, but her feelings were still too new to believe in them. “Good coffee,” she said. “And a hot man. Or is it hot coffee and a good man?”
He sat up and crossed his legs in front of him, pulling the sheet over his lap. “I used to live in this campervan. When I first bought the ranch, the house was a wreck. The roof leaked, there were birds living in the kitchen. It took me quite a while to make it habitable.”
“I’d like to see your place sometime,” she said.
He smiled tightly. “Sure. Sometime.”
“I mean it.”
“It’s nothing like your place, Sunny. You live in a castle, I live in a cardboard box.”
“Are you really that preoccupied with money?”
“I’m practical. And realistic. Money makes everything easier. It buys access, it smooths the way, it provides comfort and security. You can’t deny that, can you?”
She shook her head. He was right. She’d always taken her father’s wealth for granted. Having every little need catered to had turned her into a vapid and self-centered child. When she looked in the mirror lately, she didn’t really like what she saw—a woman with nothing to call her own.
Sunny stood up. “All right, then. Perhaps later we can talk about religion or politics.”
He grabbed her hand
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