“Evie . . . fuck, I’m gonna come.” Listening to him was so erotic. The deep, sharp breaths. His groan. The final, long sigh after he’d slowed to a stop, where he seemed to pull himself back together. He slid out of me completely and moments later the buzzing was silenced.
I lay there, still face-down and bent on the bed, unable to move.
“Are you okay?” His hands gently clasped my arms, turning me to sit up.
“Yeah.” I could see the worry in his deep eyes and wanted it gone. “That was . . . intense. I liked it a lot, but it was intense.”
Of course, it was nothing compared to his kiss. Just the gentle caress of his mouth, his tongue tasting me. I let him wrap his arms around me and hold me with his lips still tight against mine. Seconds later I was floating. No, wait. He was carrying me.
“You let me know if the water’s too hot this time,” he said as he made his way to the bathroom.
I had to brace a hand against the wall when he set me down beside the shower, trying not to sway as he undid the cuffs on my wrists.
“Next time, we both get drunk,” I mumbled. It was weird to be buzzed and loopy while he was sober.
His grin was epic. “Already thinking about next time?”
“Not what I meant.” I stepped into the shower, and he followed after I heard the lid on his garbage can fall shut.
I cranked the water temperature up since it was lukewarm, and did my best to keep my face out of the water, but he didn’t pay attention. I was wrapped in his arms under the stream of water, and I wiped at my eyes, desperate to not end up with oh-so-attractive raccoon eyes.
He gave me a puzzled look.
“I had makeup on, you know. It’s probably all under my eyes now.”
He stilled my hands and gave me a quick look. “You’re fine.”
Wow, be still, my beating heart. Logan Stone thinks you look fine. Satisfactory. “Thanks,” I muttered.
He bent his head so he could brush his lips on my cheek just beside my ear. “Are you aware that you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen?”
I laughed. Ridiculous.
“You don’t believe me?”
“No, I don’t.” Did he not remember I’d met his ex, the gorgeous blonde who could be a Victoria’s Secret model for all I knew? Did he not remember meeting Payton? Or Tara?
“I told you that I thought you were beautiful the first time we were together, when you still had the blindfold on.” He’d told me then, even after he’d paid for me, so there had been no need for him to lie. “When I came in and you were there on that table . . .” He closed his eyes at the memory, and Tara’s words returned to me. You should have seen his face when he came into the room and saw you.
“Even if you have makeup running down your face,” he said, “which you don’t, you’re still fucking gorgeous to me.”
I swayed. Or maybe swooned since I was also drunk. He held me firmly, his eyes confused by my reaction.
“You gave me the tequila, boss.” I was going to blame it on that, though it had been his words that made my legs go boneless.
He smiled. “Yeah, and I don’t expect to hear you calling in sick with a hangover tomorrow.” Another half-joke, half-truth. His fingers followed the trail of water down my back.
“It was three shots, I’ll be fine.”
“Glad to hear it.”
We took our time in the shower. Our bodies were slippery with soap and water, and hands roamed freely, exploring. But it was more about being intimate, rather than trying to arouse each other into another session. After, we dried off, dropped our towels at the edge of the bed, and curled up under the sheets.
“Do you want to stay the night?”
I was tired, and still kind of drunk, but if I slept here, I’d have to go home at the crack of dawn to get ready for work. “I do, but I can’t.”
“I figured.” He sounded disappointed. “I’ll drive you home.” He hugged me to him. “In a minute or two.” I don’t think either of us wanted to move.