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Carefully, his thumbs hook beneath the top of my shorts, grabbing my rolled top and my panties with them. His long arms form a cage around my sides, but I don’t feel trapped like I did with Koa. I feel protected, comforted, safe.
He hesitates, hardly moving an inch before I stop him.
“Wait. Could you, maybe, close your eyes for this part?”
My cheeks heat unbearably. Logan hasn’t seen me naked as a grown woman, and I can’t explain why, but it makes all of this oddly intimate.
“All right. They’re closed.”
The best I’m able, I brace myself against the sink, curling my fingers against the granite. The silk fabric rolls down my thighs, accompanied by teasing, feathery strokes from his fingers all the way to my ankles.
I’m hardly breathing by the time he helps me lift each foot, leaving me completely—alarmingly—bare.
“Now what?” he asks.
“Oh, I—” When I turn, Logan kneels before me.
He’s so breathtakingly handsome at my feet, eyes closed, waiting for instruction. Awareness slams against my senses, demanding I acknowledge his effect on me.
My fingers twitch to grasp his hair and guide his mouth a few inches forward toward my center. Let him lazily lap at me while I absorb his vibrating moans.
He wets his lips as if he can sense the direction of my thoughts, increasing the heat blooming between my legs.
He left you. Turned his back on you.
But what’s the truth? Because the more time I spend with him, the more uncertain I am that any version of Logan would abandon me.
That sexy, lazy smirk of his is out to play. “I can feel you staring, Pen.”
The blood steadily warming my cheeks spreads to my chest, peaking my aching nipples.
“Stand up, but k-keep your eyes closed,” I say in a breathless rush. “Please.”
I follow every movement, every visible flexing muscle as he rises.
“I-I’m going to get in the tub now.”
“I’ll help you.” He raises his pinky finger between us. “No peeking.”
“You’re a saint,” I remark with apathy, but I curl my finger around his, walking with him to the edge of the tub. “Just help me get in, and I’ll handle the rest.”
He hooks an arm behind my back, gingerly scooping my bruised legs over the other before I can so much as grunt from the pain. “I used to crave those commands of yours when we were younger.”
My breath catches with the heat of his arm at the backs of my legs. I can barely hear above the pitter-pattering racket my silly heart is making. “Must have lost my touch. You don’t listen nearly as well as you used to.”
The best I can, I cling to him when he hovers my body over the bath. “Don’t you dare drop me.”
“Have a little faith, sunshine.” He smiles, eyes closed as he slowly lowers me.
A hiss slides through my teeth when the hot water stings the scrapes and cuts on my skin, followed by a moan as it relaxes my too-tight muscles.
Thick bubbles tickle my chin, and I breathe the scent deep into my chest with a swirl of warm steam. But to my surprise, Logan doesn’t leave. Instead, he blindly reaches for the low hanging shelf above the tub.
“What are you doing?” With the bottom of his shirt sleeves soaked with water, he swipes a washrag and a bottle of soap without missing a beat.
“I’m going to wash you.”
I gawk at him. “The hell you are.”
