Command Control

“Last night wasn’t enough for you?”

“Not even close.”

“You liked the pink ribbon?” She said, her words laced with the doubt she’d carried around all day. “It wasn’t too much for you?”

“No.”

The way he said that one word—emphatic, strong—erased her misgivings.

“I liked driving you wild.” He ran his hands down her back, cupping her ass and drawing her close against him. “Tell me what you want tonight.”

She wanted him relaxed, laughing and happy. And she wanted him out of his mind with desire. But she knew that wasn’t the answer he needed to hear right now. In many ways, they were back to the beginning, fighting all the things holding him back and keeping him from moving forward—emotionally, at least. Watching him freeze, unable to kiss her, that was the last thing she wanted right now.

The memory of that almost-kiss against her fridge brought back another. The shower. Him at her mercy. Only tonight she had a very different idea about whose hands would be pressed up against the tile walls.

“I want to get you wet,” she said.

Logan groaned. “Feeling you tight around me sounds like heaven.”

“We’ll get there, too.” She took his hand and led him down the hall, abruptly turning into her bedroom. She didn’t let go until they reached her bathroom. “But first, the shower.”

Turning her back to him, she slid open the door and started the water. Still facing the shower, she slowly lifted her shirt up and over her head. She tossed it aside and undid her bra.

“Sadie.”

She stayed where she was, stripping out of her clothes while steam filled the bathroom, clouding the mirror above the sink. Naked, she turned to him. “You’re still dressed.”

He started pulling at his clothes, never taking his eyes off her. She watched, admiring every inch of him—all hers. At least for one more night.

“Come with me, Mr. Ruggedly Handsome.” Sadie opened the shower door and stepped inside. Warm water rushed over her. Laughing, he moved in behind her, making the small space feel tight and intimate.

With the showerhead at her back, she faced him, raising her hand to her mouth. “Did I say that out loud?”

He grinned. “Yeah, you did.”

Logan, joking and relaxed, stood in her shower, waiting for her instructions. The excitement was like a shot of adrenaline. She suspected it had as much to do with knowing she’d relieved some of the tension from his day as it did with what was about to happen.

“I want you on your knees,” she said. “Kissing me.”

Logan lowered his large frame to the shower floor. Starting at her inner thigh, he ran one hand down her leg. His touch pierced through her, sharp and exciting.

“Place your foot on the edge of the tub,” he said. “Please.”

Sadie obeyed, leaning back against the tile wall. Warm water rushed over her, teasing her breasts. Her body hummed with anticipation as he drew her hips forward, away from the waterfall. She watched as one hand went to her core, spreading her open. She felt the other arm wrap around her body. His palm pressed against her bottom, holding her in place.

“I’ve been dying to taste you,” he murmured.

His tongue licked her entrance and she was lost. Closing her eyes, she let him command her body. There was nothing tentative about his actions tonight. He held her tightly, his mouth rough and demanding against her.

Her fingers pressed into the tile, searching for something to hold. She’d asked for this, but she’d never thought, she’d never imagined...

“Logan!” her voice echoed against the shower walls as the orgasm washed over her. If this was what the man could do with his mouth, she would have to find something stronger than pink ribbon to bind him to her bed. She might never let him go.

He released his hold, drawing his mouth away. She opened her eyes, watching as he rose from the shower floor. The heat in his gaze—that alone sent an aftershock through her body.

He reached for her. Placing his hands on her hips, he turned her to face the wall behind him. “Bend over and place your hands against the tiles.”

One hand ran up her back, guiding her into position.