Page 41 of Reject Him

Val hisses. “Don’t pressure them!”

Eme looks at Logan then rubs her eyebrow. Before she can say anything, Wayne says, “There’s booze, too.”

“Wine,” Val corrects. “They’re not heathens like you. Now,” Val pauses to walk toward them. She gets behind them and pushes them toward the stairs. “You will enjoy your date night, or so help me God. . .”

Logan and Eme share a look. Does she want to do this? She isn’t sure but he takes her hand anyway. It didn’t take long for them to climb the stairs and enter Logan's room. Surprisingly, the entire walk didn’t feel as awkward as Eme thought it would be. It feels right. Being with him feels right. But mating? Is she ready?

Once inside the room, he shuts the door behind them. Immediately, Eme notices that the room smells like lavender soap. She takes a peek through the bathroom door from where she stands and sees the bath full of bubbles and steam rising out of the basin.

She turns her attention away from it and looks around the room. Last night, she hadn’t really looked at the room. Aside from the fire, it had been dark, and she had been too exhausted. She had climbed into the bed and fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. Logan had been warm, and the bed was far softer than her own. Now, with the dim lights greeting them, Eme gets a look, a real look, into the room of this man she’s grown to adore.

There are two dressers made of oak along the light gray walls, black curtains that drape past a large window that overlooks the village, and a black and white rug under the bed that’s larger than the king-sized bed itself. The room is massive, fitting for a master bedroom, and aside from the lavender, it smells like him; pine and winter breezes.

There is one feature that Eme remembers from last night, however: the fireplace. Her room doesn’t have one, and she remembers thinking so as she passed by it the night before.

Just like last night, a fire roars inside, heating the room to a delicious temperature. She heads to the fireplace and warms her cold fingers in front of it, still frostbitten from being outside. Logan remains by the door, and she’s aware of everything about him. The way he stands, the way he watches her, the way he breathes all soft and even.

She can feel his eyes on the side of her face, and she wonders what he’s thinking.

“Are you cold?” he asks quietly.

“A little,” she answers truthfully. More like nervous, she doesn’t say. A bubble bath requires being naked, and they haven’t been naked in front of each other since the first time they met. Sure they’ve gotten undressed to shift, but that has little meaning. Nudity is part of the shifter lifestyle. But something so intimate as sharing a bath with each other . . . well, it can only lead to one thing, especially since they’re attracted to one another and declared their deeper feelings about each other. And if she were being honest with herself, she’s wanted him, ached for him since the kitchen the night before.

He says nothing as he crosses the room to her. She can’t help the hum that escapes when his arms wrap around from behind and his lips find that soft spot on her neck. Like this, wrapped in his arms, her nerves start to dissipate. She feels safe here. Wanted. Needed. She can feel it in her bones.

She turns in his arms and gazes up into his eyes. The fire reflects in them, and for a moment, she gets lost in their depths.

“Eme,” he whispers, but she cuts him off by pressing her lips to his. She’ll never get used to his lips and the way that they fit perfectly with hers.

Underneath her shirt, his hands slide up her back until he’s lifting her shirt over her head. He breaks the kiss only to chuck it onto the bed.

“Bath?” he whispers against her.

She nods, and slowly, agonizingly slow, she unbuttons his shirt.

Pushing the fabric past his shoulders, she lets the shirt fall to the floor. Then, she drops her hands to slide his pants down to his ankles. All that’s left is his underwear, but before she can remove them, he does so himself. His erection springs free and seizes her attention, but not for long because he’s slipping his hands around her to unsnap her bra.

When they’re both naked, he takes her hand and leads her to the bathroom.