Page 58 of Fast Kill

You are worthy.

Refusing to get lost in her head and ruin the moment by overthinking it, she walked over and grasped the doorknob. It turned easily under her hand, releasing a cloud of steam as she eased the door open.

At the sight before her, her lower belly did a slow, delicious somersault.

Logan stood under the spray facing away from her, the broad expanse of his muscled back and shoulders on display above the tiled half wall of the shower. His head was tipped back, the muscles in his arms and back flexing as he ran his hands through his wet hair.

Oh my God…

Her mouth went dry as she devoured the sight of him with her eyes.

He stilled, as though he sensed he was no longer alone. Lowering his hands, he half-turned to look at her. Taylor couldn’t breathe, couldn’t look away as their gazes connected and locked. He stood absolutely motionless while the water cascaded over his naked skin, watching her.

Waiting to see what she’d do.

She didn’t care that she’d just spent all that time getting her hair dry and putting on makeup. She wanted this too badly to put it off for another second.

Her fingers shook a little as she reached for the top button on her shirt. Logan’s eyes dropped to her hands, taking in every single motion as she undid the row one by one. With each one she released, her confidence grew, bolstered by the rapt hunger on his face.

As she undid the last button the two halves of her top parted, revealing the pink lace bra she wore underneath.

Logan turned fully around to face her, his gaze riveted to her breasts, his powerful chest and shoulders on display for her.

Emboldened, she slipped off the shirt and slowly reached for the button on her jeans. His eyes dipped down to follow her fingers, stayed there when she undid the button and eased the denim over her hips and down her thighs, leaving her in only her bra and panties.

Slowly he dragged his gaze up to hers, and the sheer desire written there made her heart pound.

Loving the sense of power it gave her to know that she was turning this sexy man on, she slipped off the bra and panties and stood there before him completely naked. Letting him look his fill.

With his features set in hungry lines, Logan placed a palm on the shower door and pushed it open. Then he held his hand out to her. “Come here.” His voice was low, gravelly, and the raw desire in it sent sparks of heat radiating along her limbs.

She started toward him without conscious thought, drawn to him by some invisible force. And it wasn’t scary at all. Well, it was, but in an I-just-stepped-off-the-edge-of-a-tall-building kind of way, making her stomach drop while a delicious tingle spread throughout her body.

The moment she placed her hand in his, his long fingers contracted around hers and pulled her up against that muscular, slick body. A shockwave of heat rushed through her as she stared up into his face.

His russet lashes were spiky with drops of water, his wet hair and beard a few shades darker than normal. And his eyes… That blue-green gaze was hot enough to melt her bones as he stared down at her, his hands sliding into her hair.

She tilted her head back into his hold and settled her palms on his wide shoulders, thrilling at the way the muscles bunched beneath her fingers. “I want you,” she whispered, beyond caring what the consequences of her actions would be. Exclusive fling or not, she wasn’t passing this up. All she knew was she’d never wanted anyone this way, and she needed to experience this with him.

Logan let out a low growl that made goose bumps rise all over her body, and covered her lips with his. She gasped and pressed into him, desperate for more, and relief from the ache he created within her. A moan of anticipation and desire spilled out of her at the feel of his hot, hard erection trapped against her lower belly. His tongue pushed into her mouth, stroking, exploring, increasing the throb in her breasts and between her thighs.

She rubbed against him, hungry for more, for everything he could give her. Logan set one hand on her hip and abruptly turned them, his scorching kiss muffling her excited gasp. He handled her like she weighed nothing at all, and that intense vulnerability made her hyper aware of her femininity. Instead of making her afraid, she reveled in it.

He pinned her up against the shower wall with his body and kissed her until she couldn’t breathe, until she was rocking her pelvis against him in a desperate attempt for relief. Those strong hands threaded into her hair once more, his fingers curving around the back of her skull as he tipped her head to the side so he could rake his open mouth over the sensitive skin on her neck.

Her broken moan echoed in the tiled enclosure, quickly drowned by the rush of the cascading water. The prickle of his beard contrasted with the heat of his mouth and the soft, hot glide of his tongue as he laved her skin. “God, you’re so soft,” he rasped out.

She was already panting by the time he let go of her head and slid his slick hands down to cup her breasts. Her eyes slid closed and she leaned her head back against the shower wall, clinging to his shoulders to keep her upright.

He cupped her in his palms, teased her painfully tight nipples with his thumbs and fingers before lowering his head to one. “Lean back,” he said in a low voice.

Taylor bit her lip and obeyed, glad for the shower wall holding her up since her legs were already weak. She opened her eyes just in time to see his lashes lower as his tongue darted out to lick at one straining peak. Her knees wobbled. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and arched her back, whispering his name.

He made a hungry sound deep in his chest and took one nipple into his mouth to suck at it. Taylor quivered in his grasp. Hot, wet suction surrounded the sensitive nub, sending streaks of pleasure radiating to the aching flesh between her thighs. She moved restlessly, little whimpers tearing from her throat.

But he wouldn’t be rushed. He took his time, alternating between one breast, then the other, until the burn became too much and she buried her face in his wet hair, shuddering. “Touch me.Touchme.” She couldn’t stand the empty ache any longer.

Without releasing her nipple from the heat of his mouth, he slid one hand down the center of her body. Slowly, so torturously slowly that she trembled and fought for air. It blazed a path over her belly to her right hip, down the length of her thigh before slowly gliding back up the inside, his touch so light it raised goose bumps.

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