“Logan,” I whisper, using one hand to shield myself. A soft, nervous laugh spills out of me. “I’m behind in my maintenance down there.”
He frowns as if I announced my new goal in life is to take up naked skydiving, and firmly slides my hand out of his way.
“You kidding me?” He carefully sweeps his thumbs through the tender creases of my thighs, shooting darts of pleasure to my center. “Been waiting to see these pretty blond curls since our first shower.”
“I thought—”
He growls, tipping his head back and silencing me with the power of his stare. “I like my woman to look like a woman.” Pinning me with his burning gaze, he shifts closer, inhaling deeply. “And I love your scent.”
“Wait.” I cover myself again. “Are you saying I smell?”
He blows out an exasperated breath and moves my hand out of his way again. “We’re basically animals.” He taps his chest. “Some more feral than others. So, yeah, I’m attracted to your scent.” His lips quirk. “Now, stop interrupting me.”
Every word and the burning honesty behind them sets my blood on fire. My head hits the wall with a soft thud as he continues paying close attention to everywhere except my aching clit.
“Do whatever makes you feel good.” He leans in and traces his tongue through my wetness. “You’re gorgeous no matter what.” He indulges in another slow lick. “But I like this a lot.”
“Logan,” I plead, threading my fingers through his hair again.
“Patience, chickadee. I’m busy.”
He sets my foot down and picks up the other one, hooking my leg over his shoulder, pressing his face sinfully close to my center and beginning the slow cleansing process again. Firm fingers methodically wash and massage from foot to thigh.
I’m panting and barely holding myself upright when his nose grazes my inner thigh again. Any insecurity I felt earlier evaporates, leaving molten desire and a sense of power singing through my veins.
He presses his fingers hard over my clit and my leg trembles. “Logan,” I whisper urgently.
“Put your other leg over my shoulder.” His hands dig into my ass, holding me up. “Come for me once like this, then I’ll take you to bed.”
Oh dear God. I slip and scramble to arrange my legs the way he wants, trusting him not to let me fall to the slippery shower floor.
“That’s it,” he praises, kissing my thigh before turning his head and taking my pussy in his hot, eager mouth.
My fingers twist and tug on his hair as he licks and sucks, gentle at first, slowly increasing the intensity. He groans with satisfaction, the rawness of his appreciation setting me free.
“Oh!” I cry out. My body jerks forward at the sharp, intense pleasure, leaving me breathless.
“That’s it,” he encourages.
He gently shrugs my legs off his shoulders and keeps one arm around me while he shuts off the water.
Dazed, I blink at him.
“Need you in that bed.” He groans slightly as he lifts himself from the shower floor. “Love having your slick little body all over me but this is killing my knees.”
“Why didn’t you say so?” I hate taking any pleasure while he’s in pain.
“I was having fun.” He steps out of the shower and lifts me in his arms. “You taste so good.”
We’re both wet, my body sliding against his as he walks right past the towels and into the bedroom. He deposits me on the bed and stares at my body for several heartbeats.
“Now, I can take my time.” He places his hands and knees on the mattress and hovers over my body. “Love my girl right.”
He stops to lick droplets of water from my skin, and finally settles next to me on his side.
I attempt to roll to face him but he shifts his arm under my shoulders, cuddling me close and pressing his palm between my breasts. “Stay.” He kisses my cheek, his warm breath sliding over my damp skin.
He skims his fingers against my skin, tracing my collarbones and the line between my breasts, stopping to cup one and slide his thumb over the tip.
“Logan.” I squirm under his leisurely exploration.
Instead of answering, he ducks his head, sucking my nipple into his hot mouth.
“Oh!” My hips jerk but he presses his hand flat against my belly, holding me still.
He releases my nipple with a growl of appreciation and pays the same lavish attention to the other one.
My mind splits between the sweet lashes of his tongue and the slow slide of his hand.
“Logan,” I whisper urgently.
“Hmm?” He sucks my nipple and draws slow circles around my clit.
“Please?”
“Please what, Shelby?” he teases as he kisses his way down my body.
“Oh my God,” I gasp as he slowly eases a finger inside me. “I love,” my breath catches, “the way you always take your time.”
He presses his lips to my knee. “Don’t want a free pass.” He slides his finger out, then pushes inside even deeper. “Wanna earn that blissed-out look on your face every time.”