After a moment, he pulled back, breathless. "You want to get something to eat first?"

A devilish smile spread across my face. "Room service."

He smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that." Then, he yelled to the driver without taking his eyes from mine. "The Pierre."

"You got it, Mac," the driver said as he guided the cab easily through the city streets.

Logan pulled me into the crook of his arm and gently stroked my face as he looked into my eyes. Then, his ...