Page 58 of Chance of Romance
She spoke around the toothpaste. “Awesome.”
“Awesome.” He stripped out of his clothes, setting them on the edge of the long bathroom counter.
She bent to rinse and spit, and Logan groaned. Maybe she should’ve put some clothes on. But what was the point? He’d only rip them off.
“I don’t know what I want more,” he said in a rough voice, “you bent over the counter or against the wall in the shower.”
She moved quickly, laughing as she got into the shower.
He joined her, his arms wrapping around her, his mouth sealing over hers. This was all that mattered. It was good between them, and she wasn’t going to think any further ahead than that.
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Sabrina had just finished putting her breakfast dishes in the dishwasher when Logan came up behind her, putting his arms around her waist and nuzzling into her neck. Heat rushed through her. His kisses turned to soft sucking and small nips. Need gathered in a throbbing pulse between her legs.
“Logan,” she said on a moan. The intensity of his touch was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. One touch made her melt, one kiss made her body hum, all of her consumed by her baser needs. Their shower had been more than an hour ago, a slow, leisurely exploration. It was like they couldn’t be near each other without it turning lusty.
He turned her to face him, his hand sliding under her hair, cupping the back of her neck. He spoke against her lips. “I can’t believe I didn’t see what was right under my nose.”
“I hid my lust,” she whispered.
“Why?”
“I wanted your sexy body, but that’s not enough.”
One corner of his mouth kicked up. “It’s a start.”
“I thought you were a bad bet relationship-wise.”
His other hand came up, tracing the line of her neck and along her exposed collarbone. “Judgy much?”
She squeezed his arm, his fingers still playing under the collar of her V-neck T-shirt. “Well, you never seemed to get serious about anyone, plus there was the issue of your mom not being around.”
He dropped his hand and took a step back. “I have very little memory of my mom. I was four. And to be honest it wasn’t a big thing. My dad was awesome; I had a houseful of big brothers to look after me and a little sister that was pretty darn cool.”
“There may be some underlying issues.” At his scowl, she raised her palms. “We all have them. Me included.”
“Maybe, but I’m pretty happy. I suppose if I had to pick one issue, I’d say that the woman who wanted me for so long never gave me one clue that she felt that way.” He narrowed his eyes. “We could’ve been hooking up six months ago.”
She closed the distance, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. “Then we’ve got some lost time to make up for.”
He held her jaw and kissed her, slowly backing her up until she bumped against the counter, his body pressing hard against hers. Oh fuck. Not here. There were windows; the whole downstairs was an open space. She tore her mouth away, and he shifted to her neck, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin, his hand sliding between her legs.
“Logan, upstairs,” she managed, breathless. “Please. Windows.”
He lifted his head, took a look around, and met her eyes. “No one around. Take off your jeans. We’ll have a quickie.”
She smacked his shoulder lightly. “No.” She slipped away from him and headed for the stairs.
“No?” he asked with an edge to his voice.
She glanced over her shoulder and saw him stalking toward her, a determined gleam in his dark eyes. She rushed upstairs, Logan hot on her heels. He caught up with her in the hallway, grabbing her around the waist from behind. She squeaked. His teeth closed over her earlobe, giving a tug. “I know when you’re wet for me. Your breath comes hard when your body wants the same.”
She throbbed at the words. “I do, I am. I just want privacy.”
He turned her around, grabbed her hands, and pinned them against the wall. “Private enough for you?”
She glanced around. No windows. “Yes.”
