Page 84 of Legacy of Temptation

But she’d called him a man. Men were human. He needed to know for sure, one hundred percent, that she truly understood who he was. He couldn’t deal with morning-after regrets.

“We can have a night,” he said, his voice hoarse and needy. “Just a night.”

“Okay,” she whispered, taking a step closer.

“But first, tell me you’re okay with what I am.”

Her dark brows knitted in confusion, but a heartbeat later, they arched as she understood what he was asking.

“What you are,” she said, taking another step, “is unexpected. And exciting. And a little scary.” Another step. “Whoyou are is someone who cares deeply for friends and family. I know what I’m getting into, and no matter what happens between us, I won’t use your DNA against you.”

A sense of relief loosened muscles he hadn’t realized were tense.

They met in a tangle of limbs and mouths.

His hands went straight for her blouse. His fingers tore at the buttons, but as the first one popped, she stepped back. “Wait. I mean, I don’t want to wait, but…”

“It’s okay,” he said. “I have condoms.”

“No, not that. I’m on the pill.” She looked down at her clothes, rumpled and splashed with blood. “It’s just that it’s been a long, sweaty, bloody day. I really could use a shower first.”

“Funny, so could I.”

It was a race to the shower, their clothes coming off as they scrambled toward the bathroom. Logan couldn’t even regret not being able to strip her because watching her peel out of her underwear was the highlight of his damn life.

That. Ass.

Eva got to the bathroom first, and she skidded to a halt on the tile floor just before she reached the fully open shower stall.

“Wow.” Her dark hair spilled around her shoulders and swung against her spine as she took in the wall of mirrors, the heated towel racks, and the waterfall feature in the tub. “It’s like a spa.”

“Stryke has expensive tastes. He had all six master suites designed for comfort.”

“Did he expect a dozen people to take a shower at the same time? Because you could fit that many in there. There are four showerheads.”

“And six in the walls.” He hit a button on the pad on the wall, and every showerhead spurted hot water. “What can I say? Stryke likes his luxury.”

“I have so many questions,” she breathed.

“Later.” He hooked her around the waist, bringing her hot body against his so they were skin to skin. Breasts to chest. His hard cock pressed into her soft belly. “Much, much later.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Eva hadn’t been nervous about sex since she’d lost her virginity in college. Even then, she didn’t remember being nervous. More like anxious. She’d wanted to be done with it already. Her friends had talked about sex as if it was the greatest thing ever.

Eva had found it to be messy, painful, and not that satisfying.

It had gotten better as she got older and dated guys with more experience, and it had been great with her ex. She’d finally understood the hype. But nerves? Never. Men didn’t make her nervous.

At least, they hadn’t until Logan.

He’s not a man.

And he wasmagnificent.

His tongue flicked across the seam of her lips, seeking more, and she opened, giving him what he wanted. Right now, he could haveanythinghe wanted.

Lust flowed through her like hot honey, making her body languid as he wrapped one arm around her waist and the other beneath her butt. With a sexy growl, he lifted her against him and sank down onto one of the benches, settling her on his lap.

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