Page 83 of Sin Bin

Logan dropped his towel in a large wicker hamper. “Hope you don’t mind. Your aunt told me I could wash up if I needed to.”

“Why would I mind? I owe you for…” She lost her train of thought when a single drop of water fell from his damp hair and landed on one broad shoulder. It glistened there for a moment and then slowly trickled down his chest. She eagerly tracked it all the way. When it disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans, she swallowed hard and licked her lips, suddenly finding it hard to breathe.

Logan was watching her, his eyes glinting. There was no doubt in her mind that he knew just how much he affected her.

“Thank you so much for, uh, bringing all my stuff inside.” Her voice was husky and more than a little breathless. “I really appreciate it. Seriously, Logan. Thank you.”

“De nada.” His voice was like melted chocolate, sinful and tempting. If he started adding Spanish to an already dangerous arsenal, she wouldn’t stand a chance of resisting him.

She cleared her throat, watching as he reached for a clean white shirt on top of the dryer. “Do you always come prepared with a change of clothes?” she teased.

“Yup. Always.” He gestured to her chest and smirked. “You trying to tell me something?”

“Huh?” She glanced down at her space-themed T-shirt and let out a shaky laugh when she read the words printed across the front: I Need My Space.

“It’s just a T-shirt, Logan. But, um, I do appreciate my personal space.”

“Yeah?” He stepped right up to her, invading the aforementioned personal space.

She felt her pulse sprinting out of control.

“How about now?” His voice was soft as velvet, his smile wicked as hellfire. “Still want that personal space?”

She was almost eye level with his rock-hard pecs. She stared at the delicious slabs of raw muscle that anchored flat male nipples. She wanted to explore his nipples with her lips and her tongue, kissing them slowly, licking and sucking….

Suddenly they hardened, as if a cold draft had whispered over them.

She looked up at Logan’s face. His hooded eyes met hers, hot and glittering with unmistakable arousal.

Her own nipples tightened as sexual energy flared between them. She wondered what she would do if he suddenly pulled her leggings off and lifted her onto the washing machine. She wondered if she would shove his jeans down his hips, spread her legs for him and sink her nails into his round ass. She wondered if he’d be hungry enough to take her rough and raw, holding her thighs wide apart as he pounded into her.

“Dangerous thoughts, little one.” Logan’s low murmur interrupted the explicit fantasy, bringing a rush of scalding heat to her cheeks.

When her eyes snapped up to his, he shook his head slowly at her. “You must enjoy playing with fire, looking at me like that. A man can only take so much eye-fucking before he decides to do something about it.”

Her eyes widened and her knees wobbled under her.

He laughed a devil’s laugh and pulled on the clean shirt, his chiseled abs contracting with the motion. Oh God, those abs.

She gulped hard and stepped back from him. “I’ll, uh, leave you to what you were doing—”

“I’m done now.” He came toward her, his eyes glimmering when she retreated another step. “I brought something for you. For both of us.”

A box of condoms and a big bed?

“What is it?” she croaked.

“C’mon. I’ll show you.” He brushed past her, the scent of soap and fabric softener filling her nostrils. As he walked ahead of her, she had to curl her fingers into her palms to keep from reaching out and grabbing that squeezable ass of his.

Good Lord. When did she become such a horndog?

Logan crossed the kitchen to the breakfast bar, where he picked up two packages. “I ordered our AncestryDNA kits.”

“No way,” Meadow protested. “I thought we agreed to wait until I got a job so I could pay for mine.”

“I never agreed to that.”

“Yes, you did!”

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