Page 78 of Off the Ice

“Well,” I murmured, pressing back against him, letting him feel the way my body responded. “Look at that.”

Logan groaned, his grip tightening. His hands slid up my ribs, teasing the undersides of my breasts before dragging back down to my hips. His mouth found the curve of my neck, kissing, biting, his breath ragged against my skin.

I braced my hands against the tile as he nudged my legs apart, his fingers sliding between them, stroking exactly where I needed him most. My breath caught as he teased me, his touch both patient and torturous.

“Logan…” My voice was barely a whisper, my hips shifting instinctively toward his hand.

He hummed against my shoulder. “Tell me what you want.”

I exhaled shakily, pressing back against his body. “You.”

That was all it took.

Logan gripped my hips and spun me, pressing me against the cool tile, the contrast against my heated skin sending a shiver through me. His knee nudged between my thighs, spreading me wider, his hand sliding up my spine to cup the back of my neck.

His fingers tangled in my damp hair, giving the lightest tug, tilting my head just enough to meet his eyes.

His voice was low, rough. “Like this?”

I swallowed hard, nodding. “Yes.”

His free hand slid down, gripping my thigh, lifting it just enough to shift my angle. Then, without another word, he pushed inside me.

My fingers dug into the tile as my body stretched around him, my breath stuttering from the intensity of it. Logan groaned, his forehead pressing to the back of my shoulder, his hands holding me still as he buried himself to the hilt.

For a moment, neither of us moved.

Then Logan exhaled, his breath warm against my damp skin. “You feel so fucking good,” he muttered.

A shiver ran down my spine. “Then don’t stop.”

He didn’t.

His pace was slow at first, deliberate, like he wanted to savor every inch of me. But when I moaned his name, when I rocked my hips back against him, he lost the last thread of restraint.

He gripped my hips harder, pulling me into each thrust, his body pressing mine against the slick tile. His hand slid into my hair again, giving another gentle tug that sent sparks down my spine.

“Logan,” I gasped, arching into him.

“Fuck, Ava…” His voice was raw, his rhythm deep and relentless.

The steam swirled around us, water cascading over our bodies as we moved together, faster, harder, chasing the edge neither of us wanted to escape from.

And when I finally tumbled over that edge, my body tightening around him, Logan groaned, his grip flexing as he followed me into release.

We stayed there for a long moment, our bodies still locked together, the water cooling around us. Logan pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder, then another to the side of my neck.

I sighed, letting my head rest against the tile. “I think you missed a spot.”

Logan chuckled, his fingers trailing lazily over my damp skin. “Guess I’ll have to start over.”

I laughed breathlessly. “If we don’t get out soon, we’re gonna be late for breakfast.”

Logan smirked, nipping at my earlobe. “Let me have my fun first.”

And with that, he reached for the soap again.

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