But while his body was as erotic as it got, it was the expression in his eyes that undid her. He was so ready. So wanting.
So hers.
She took a couple of paces forward and pushed him back under the spray of water. “You need to get warm.”
“I’m warm enough now.” He was looking at her like he was about to devour her.
“Logan,” she smiled. “You need to get warm.”
“Come here and help me then.”
She shimmied out of her jeans, her socks, she unclasped her bra and let it fall. Then she pushed her panties down. He stood, rigid as the water splashed over him, just watching her.
And she felt beautiful. She smiled at him almost shyly, as now naked, she stepped into the shower space with him. Because he was looking at her like he’d never seen a naked woman before.
She poured a handful of shower gel onto her hand and moved to stand behind him. Firmly she swept her hands over his back in circles, rubbing him to warm him.
“What are you doing?” he asked, stiffening under her hands even as he leant into her.
“Warming you up,” she answered with a smile.
“I don’t need a nursemaid.” He whirled quickly, pressing her against the shower wall with his body. “I just need you.”
The teasing, relieved laughter died, intensity flared in its place.
She felt his erection pressing against her belly, in pure reflex she parted her legs, softening, heating inside.
Hunger roared.
She couldn’t stay still. She circled her hips, an age-old dance, a tease. A temptation—her body calling his. She met his gaze.
Ice-blue, wild. Dangerous. So utterly Logan.
He kissed her, a fast, rough kiss. His lips pressed on hers, his tongue sought entry. She didn’t keep him at bay—no more of that. No more taking and not giving. She opened, sought to taste him. To lash him with passion, the way he did to her.
He ran his hands down her sides firmly. She shivered, despite the streaming heated water coursing over them. He swept one hand back up her belly, his palm spread wide and flat he pressed, claiming. He cupped her breast, bending to kiss the uppermost curve, to lick away the trails of water that ran over her skin.
She moved, rocking instinctively as he pressed harder against her. Caught between the shower wall—and the wall of muscle that was Logan—it was a heavenly prison.
“I want to see you come again,” he muttered roughly as he kissed back up the length of her neck.
She shook her head violently, even as she squeezed on her inner muscles—as excitement burned bringing her to the brink. “Not... without you... inside... was the deal.”
She raked her fingers down his back to emphasize it—she wasn’t accepting anything less. She was having it all this time. She was having him.
He cursed softly, arching into her nails as she scored him. And then he stepped back. “Condom,” he muttered. “Need it.”
He peeled away from her and Min bit back the moan of loss. She remained leaning against the wall as she watched him hurriedly open the cabinet, pulling out a couple of foil squares.
She turned the shower off and waited.
Gritting his teeth he rolled the rubber on his hard cock. “I don’t want to let you down...” he muttered. “But I’m so...” he stared across the small room at her, then closed his eyes as if looking at her were too much to bear.
“You won’t,” she murmured.
He opened his eyes and walked towards her.
The ache consumed her. The emptiness drove her. She wanted his total possession. She wanted him to push deep and claim all the space within her. She knew he would. He was too big not to—not just physically, but in personality. In dynamism. Vitality.
She was ready to beg.
Silent, he looked at her. She saw his tension mounting, his erection straining impossibly harder.
She couldn’t move. Couldn’t move towards him to meet him halfway. Yet her body was reacting—she was slick, ready. Her breasts felt full, heavy, her nipples hot and tight. And her mouth was so hungry.
“Min.” He drew in a deep, jagged breath as he reached her.
He buried his hands in her hair, dragging her lips closer to his again.
He kissed down the side of her neck, his mouth hot and hungry. Sliding like wisps of burning silk—soft but torturous. His tongue licked, like she was a sweet ice he hurried to catch every last drop as she melted.
And she melted.
“I’ve wanted this... feels like forever,” he muttered.
She opened for him. Pouring all that she couldn’t say into her kiss.
Warm, deep, loving.
She screwed her eyes shut. Not loving. Liking.
She did like him. She’d missed him. She wanted him.
He suddenly bent and hoisted her into his arms. For a guy who’d run a million miles in the last twenty-four hours, he was still damn strong. Full of stamina.
She curled her toes, anticipation knotting her muscles.
Too soon, yet not soon enough, he placed her on the bed.
“I want you,” he said. “Want to be in you. Now.”
Fine by her.
She raised herself up on her elbows and looked at him, let her legs part. Still damp from the shower. Still burning up.
“I can’t tell you the things I want to do...” He bent over her.
She arched.
He paused, hovering over her, that wicked smile suddenly stole into his eyes. “You want me to?” he teased.
She bit her lip, but couldn’t hold back her matching smile.
“Oh babe, you don’t wanna know.” He groaned and lowered onto her. “Gonna get inside you this time. So tight. Gonna rub.”
He was so heavy, deliciously, dominantly heavy. She liked him weighting her, securing her. Pinning her.
“You want me on top?” he asked, looking sly. “Or you want me some other way?”
He kissed her, rolled with her. Held her above him. Kissed her again. Then rolled again, spreading her for his pleasure. For his touch.
He laughed, wickedly whispered where next his mouth was going to land. And followed through with his tongue, his fingers. Until she was burning, writhing. And sought retribution.
She twisted, escaping his grip only to capture him. She kissed him, swirled her thumbs in circles to torment his nipples, nipped at the sensitive skin just below his ear. Licked each and every indentation of his defined abs, working her way to the ultimate prize.
Only he swore, he groaned. He threatened.
And moved. Fast, strong he tumbled her onto her back, thudded over her in a heavy force. But then he froze, bracing in place, rigid above her, his hard cock pressing at her entrance.
There was a moment of silence. He didn’t threaten—didn’t even tease. He looked
into her eyes. His shone that light, bright blue.
“Take me. Min,” he said softly. “Please, please, please.”
Begging for her.
She rocked her hips, sliding her damp sex over the blunt head of his erection. She couldn’t answer. Breathless, so hot. She couldn’t think. There was only one thing driving her.
She needed him.
She pulled him down to kiss him. With her other hand she grabbed his butt, curling her fingertips into the tight, hard muscle she pushed him towards her. She wanted him to fill her.
He thrust. Hard.
She arched, mouth parting as she gasped at the power of him, at the sensations shooting through her. He paused a second, then thrust again so he was as deep as he could get. Instinctively she curled her legs around his hips, opening as much as she could. And then she locked him in.
But he held still, gazing down at her, his breathing rapid and jerky. His expression rigid, his biceps bunched. As she swept her hand over his shoulder, he flinched, then smiled, shaking his head a little.
She didn’t care if he was to near the edge. She needed to touch him. Needed to rub him and pull him closer. Because he felt so good.
Sensations shivered through her body, tumbling over her, building in intensity. She savored them, the sheer indulgent bliss of him.
So close.
Slowly he rocked, thrusting fractionally deeper into her. Then he slid back. She arched, not wanting him to leave her even the smallest millimeter. She smashed her hands on his butt, squeezing on the tight bunched muscle to push him closer again, swept her hands up his back, over his shoulders so she could cling to him. She writhed under his weight, seeking movement.
“Oh Min, you want it hard, babe?”
She did. So hard. So out of control. So now.
He met her eyes for a strained, secret moment.
And then he gave it to her. Stronger, faster, rougher. He thrust over and over. Powerfully pushing as deep as he could, again and again.
She rocked with him, clinging tightly as he led their dance. Wild, wilder still. She bit the inside of her cheek, silencing herself as the pleasure built.