And then he tipped a generous handful of shower gel into his hand and began to soap her body in what had to be the most incredible foreplay she’d never known to exist. He started with her neck and, moving in small, circular movements that only seemed to move a few millimetres at a time, he began to slowly work his way first down one shoulder and then the other.
As though they had all the time in the world.
He moved down one arm, worked the foam down to the elbow, and then he switched his attention to the other arm. He worked it down from the elbow to the wrist. And then he repeated it on the other side.
Then he knelt down, repeating the whole process down each of her thighs then each of her calves, his mouth so close to her sex she could practically feel his hot breath blowing on her, making her belly clench, and a fire blaze unbelievable brightly.
‘Logan,’ she muttered, her eyes feeling heavy as she stared down at him, the throbbing between her legs excruciating and exhilarating.
‘Patience,’ he ground out, and deep in the recesses of her mind it occurred to her that he was barely keeping any more control that she was.
He soaped every inch of her whilst the water sluiced it off, all the while taking his damned sweet time, like an exquisite form of torment. Feeling his big hands all over her body but never where she ached for him most.
Finally, he turned her round so that she was facing the shower wall and worked his way over every inch of her back. And at last he slid his hand around to her front and he began using his magic there.
Kat could hardly even stand. Her legs felt weak with a longing, a yearning so fierce it almost floored her. She swayed back into Logan, subconsciously seeking strength there, but the feel of his hard chest up against her back, and his arousal pressed into her backside, only made things all the more dizzying.
And still Logan didn’t stop. With one hand he cupped her hip, whilst the other hand drew whorls and swirls over her chest, scorching her skin wherever he touched but always, always skimming tantalisingly past her nipples. Never quite touching them.
Until she ached so much she thought she might die if he didn’t take her. And that she’d die if he did.
He lowered his head, letting his lips graze her neck, and Kat heard a low moan as she tilted her head to grant him better access. It took her a moment to realise that moan had been from her.
Still, still he raked his hand over her body, down over her ribs, her abdomen, fleetingly to the juncture of her body and her legs and then slipping back up again. Need juddered through her again and again, and
Logan simply laughed that low, raspy sound of his and carried on teasing her.
Finally, he let his fingers dance over her skin to take one taut nipple in his hands...and he rolled it.
Lust rocketed through Kat—along with something else she didn’t care to examine at that moment. Instead, she gave herself up to the slew of sensations that rolled through her as Logan experimented, as though he had all the time in the world to get to know her. To learn what she liked, and how. He increased the pressure, and he released it. He drew patterns and he used his palm to abrade her skin.
Every stroke, and flick, and roll stoked the fire within her until the dull throb right there, at the apex of her legs, had grown into a deafening roar.
When she had long since gone past the point of being able to bear it, he grazed the back of his hand over her side, her hips and right to the place where she was molten for him. Kat cried out as his skilful fingers slid into her slick folds and he began to stroke her.
Sensations walloped through her. All she could do was revel in the feel of his hand between her legs, his impossibly chiselled body at her back and his wicked mouth on her neck.
It was too much; yet not enough.
She was lost.
And she didn’t think she ever wanted to find her way out.
Higher and higher, Logan stoked the fire inside her. Every flick of his finger sending shudders of pleasure right through her. As the rhythm grew, he slid a long finger inside her, making her feel hotter, and wilder, and almost mad with need. And Kat could feel herself hurtling towards the edge.
And then, suddenly, he twisted his hand and sent her over. Spinning and spiralling, like a twisting Catherine wheel, and every bit as beautiful. She braced against the tiles just to keep herself from falling, and she gave herself up to every last, perfect second.
She had no idea how long it took her to come back down, but when she did Logan was still there, holding her, kissing her.
Twisting around in his arms until she was facing him, she looped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his, rocking her hips into him until his hardness was pressed into her newly wet heat. He grunted. A low, wholly male sound of appreciation that made her feel the hunger all over again.
Pulling back from him, she flashed him a wicked smile that she hadn’t even known she possessed, and dropped to the shower floor, right in front of him. With her hands braced against his mouth-wateringly muscular thighs, she poked out her cheeky tongue and licked him—all the way up his length.
* * *
Watching Kat run her clever tongue over him, from base to tip, was one of the sexiest things Logan had ever seen.
He’d been pleasured this way in the past, yet no woman had ever come close to having the effect on him that Kat had. Physically and emotionally. She made his legs feel as though they weren’t quite there and his brain feel as though it was swimming.