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Thank fuck.
She rested her head back with a satisfied groan.
Rocket’s cock twitched. The damn thing ached from the pressure of his tight denim.
Following her groan, a soft sigh left her lips. Eyes closed, she wore a small smile of complete contentment. She extended her arms, allowing them to float on the surface of the water.
“This feels so good.” Another freaking groan.
Rocket wasn’t going to survive this. Well, he may not die, but he’d make a mess of his pants like a fourteen-year-old boy who’d just discovered his older brother’s porn stash.
“You know what would make it even better,” she asked in a drowsy voice, eyes still closed.
“What?” Christ, he sounded like there was a hand wrapped around his throat.
Her eyes opened and connected directly with his. “You could touch me.”
Just like that everything took a back seat to her request. Copper, Esposito, Lefty.
All that mattered was getting his hands on this woman and making her cry out in pleasure.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
SOMEHOW, HER REQUEST came out sounding strong. Confident.
Sensual even.
Completely in contrast with the nerves running rampant just below her skin. Her mind and body were driving her absolutely crazy. The internal war between desire and fear, need and dread, aching and trembling, couldn’t go on. She’d lose what remained of her sanity. Something had to give, and leaping off this cliff seemed the way to push forward.
“You want me to touch you?” His voice had grown so gruff it was nearly a growl.
Chloe nodded, unable to do more than stare at the handsome man perched on the edge of the tub with his expression so fierce. Were it anyone else, she’d have thought he looked angry with his narrowed eyes, flattened mouth, and assessing glare. But she’d learned that was just Logan. Severe, yet not a threat to her.
He shifted, sliding from the tub to his knees on the small navy-blue bath rug. “How do you want me to touch you?” he asked as he shrugged out of his cut then tossed it on the vanity.
“Y-you decide.” Where this brave woman emerged from, Chloe would never know. Inside, her fear screamed at her to leap from the tub and tear out of the clubhouse, nudity be damned. But part of her had an acute memory of what it felt like when Logan made her come, and the distant memory of being with a man before she’d been assaulted, back when she wasn’t afraid and had far fewer inhibitions. She was learning that woman still remained, not as buried below the surface as she’d feared, and that woman craved a man, this man, pressing her into the mattress and dominating her. But those memories were now twisted around the disgusting recollections of being violated and injured. Getting back to the woman who was willing to surrender would be impossible if she couldn’t even let Logan touch her. This was the first step and she had to take it. No matter how apprehensive the notion made her.
“Hmm,” he said, drawing the sound out so it became a caress. Chloe shivered. With a knowing smile, Logan slid his hand into the warm water. The apocalypse couldn’t have torn her attention away from the sight of that strong, callused hand disappearing into the water and advancing toward her. He cupped her inner thigh, lifting her leg out of the water. Then he draped her knee over the side of the tub. “You want me to make you come?”
God, hell yes! “I d-do.”
Logan ran his fingertips up and down the inside of her thigh, changing direction when he was just inches from her sex. All the while, his piercing blue eyes were trained directly between her legs, a look of hunger transforming his face.
Chloe swallowed. With his fiery gaze and ticking jaw, he looked more like he was about to launch an attack on a terrorist cell than finger her. Once again, he coasted his palm up her thigh, but this time, he brushed the tips of his fingers through her folds. She jumped at the contact, her hand going to his forearm.
Logan froze. “Stop?”
“No. I’m good.”
His features softened as he gave her a smile. “Relax, the only thing that is going to happen here is you digging those nails into my arm as you cry out in pleasure. Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she said on an exhale. Damn, that sounded good.
“Rest your head back. Close your eyes.”
Did she dare? It required a level of trust she’d have denied she could ever achieve last week, but now, it seemed within reach.
“The door to my room is locked. It’s just you and me. Swear on my life I will not hurt you, baby.”
So much sincerity in that one statement. How could she not believe him? But it wasn’t a matter of believing him. It was being able to conquer a powerful internal wound making her afraid despite her belief in Logan. “I know you won’t.”
