Page 14 of Unmistakably Us

She didn’t say a word, just leaned in and kissed him with a hunger he didn’t expect. He devoured her mouth in return. With hesitation, he ended the kiss and led her to the tiny bathroom. Adjusting the knobs to the optimal temperature, Logan lifted her into his arms and stepped over the side into the inadequate flow.

“I can stand, you know. I’ve been bathing myself for quite a few years.”

Ignoring her, Logan carefully sat with January cradled in his lap. “Shush, let me take care of you. Trust me, I’m not exactly a caring person, so just lean back and enjoy the temporary lapse in my personality disorder.” He joked…but not really.

Taking care of someone or exhibiting any kind of nurturing behavior was beyond his capacity. He administered aftercare when the knots caused too much irritation to the skin—can’t enjoy Kinbaku without it—but this was wholly unprompted.

While it disturbed him, he was also enjoying it in a weird way. Before he washed away her smell with cheap hotel soap, he tried to appreciate every nuance of it. Until now, he had simply thought of it as sun-dried laundry kissed with morning dew or some other canned description those lotion companies in the mall used. Now, he realized it was more new beginnings and hope. The fresh crispness of her natural scent always shined through even the designer perfume she wore on stage, at least to him.

Logan didn’t care to cover up her intoxicating scent, but he wanted to wash her hair. With one last inhale against her head, he slid them both forward until the water cascaded down her locks.

He reached for the standard hotel shampoo and adjusted his knees and January for a more conducive position. Sensing his intention, January dragged her leg across his belly to sit straddling him, giving him the joy of looking at her face when he washed someone else’s hair for the first time.

As he began to lather and massage her scalp, her eyelids slid down and her head dropped back. She was getting just as much pleasure from it as he was. He wasn’t even thinking about sex for practically the first time since he’d met her. He didn’t have an angle, nor was he using it to get in her pants; he genuinely wanted to do it.

However, her moans and the wiggle motion she was doing changed that right quick. He was ready to go again in no time. Hard as granite. Not bad recovery time for someone his age.

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