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“Ido.” He moved back toward her, anchoring his hands on either side of her against the washer, palms down, so she had to look him in the face. “Ireallydo.”
“Then what…?” The rest of the question died between them.
Sighing, he tipped his head back toward the ceiling. It was a minute before his gaze returned to her, but when it did, it had regained that solidity. That sureness. “I have my own… stuff, with my body.”
She laid her hand tentatively on one of his perfect biceps. “What do you mean?”
Another sigh. “The last girl I dated, a year or two ago, when we hooked up the first time, I took my shirt off, and she stopped, in the middle of things, and just said… ‘Oh.’”
“Oh?”Everly’s eyes narrowed.
“Yup.” He paced away from her. “I asked what was wrong and she told me, ‘With your arms, I thought you’d be more… fit.’”
Anger ricocheted through Everly. What the hell. Who wouldsaythat to someone? And not just anyone. This man? Who was kind and honest and funny. Who gave weird dogs a good home. Who saw to the truth of you when you couldn’t see yourself.
She dropped from the washer to her feet. “What’s her name? I just want to talk.” What Everly really wanted to do was kick her. In both shins.
That yanked a laugh out of Logan. “Everly.” He really hit all the syllables this time, like he knew exactly what it did to her. “It’s fine.”
“It’snotfine. You’re perfect. She’s a fool. And an asshat.”
He laughed again. “You haven’t even seen me.”
Everly was the one with the steady gaze this time. “Then show me.”
His brow furrowed so deeply that for a moment she thought he’d refuse. But then he gripped the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. From the tension in his arms, it seemed like he was fighting the urge to cross them over his chest.
Her eyes traced over him.
Those beautiful biceps. A light layer of dark hair across his chest, a little roundness in his belly. She was right. He was perfect.
She approached him, and this time she explored him with her hands, her mouth. The ridges of his arms, the expanse of his broad chest and shoulders, the softness of his stomach. With each kiss, she whispered the word “perfect” into his skin.
It seemed to ignite something in him, because when she looked up, his blue eyes were ablaze.
Their mouths collided, and as they kissed, he pushed Everly back toward the machines again. Her eyes were closed and her mind was occupied by all the ways they were touching each other, but she could tell he’d slid her up onto the dryer.
His hands unhooked her bra, and as soon as her breasts were free, he buried his face in them. One of his arms locked around her waist to keep her close, while the other fought with his belt and zipper.
The sound of it lowering was a shot of lust to her system, and her hands fumbled to help him drag the damp denim down his legs. Now there were just his boxers and her underwear between them as they rocked together.
His hands and mouth teased her nipples, and her own fingers traveled beneath the elastic waistband of his shorts to grip him in her palm. The feel of him was enough to summon another groan from her lips.
Everly couldn’t remember the last time she’d wanted someone inside her so badly. “Do you have a condom?” she whispered into his neck. She wasn’t sure she had it in her to go all the way upstairs for one.
“Mmmmm.”
“Is that sex for yes?”
His laugh was heady and low, almost a growl, and somehow the fire inside her rose to a new level of heat.
“I’m taking my time.” His hand maneuvered between them, and she could feel his finger exploring the edges of her panties. He kept teasing her with light pressure and then taking it away, the trace of a finger over her, the heel of his hand pumping against her in exactly the right spot, and then nothing. Just her writhing, aching.
He must have seen how close she was getting just from want, and he stepped back to gather her dress and his clothes from the floor.
“Is this really a time for chores?” she muttered. She could barely hold still in his absence, and she was about ten seconds from taking care of things herself.
His eyes locked on her and stayed there as he crouched to open the dryer door and toss the garments in. As he stood, his mouth traced a hot path up her leg. When he reached her center, he pressed his lips to it once, then his tongue, before rising to his full height.
