Dropping his hold on me, he grasped the old glass knob and pushed the door open to my tiny bathroom.

I couldn’t believe what I saw.

The old-fashioned black-and-white tile floor was aglow with dozens of small red tea candles carefully placed around the perimeter. The claw-foot tub was filled with water and red rose petals were floating on the surface. There was a bottle of wine with a single glass beside it on the marble counter that held the sink.

My hands flew to my mouth. “It’s beautiful.”

A shyness crossed his face. I’d seen it a few times, but it wasn’t until right now that I figured out what caused it. He was nervous when he did anything even slightly romantic. And, God, if I didn’t find that utterly adorable. “You think?”

“I know.”

Those magical fingers started to unzip my simple black shift. “I wanted to do something to make you feel better.”

A shiver rocked my body as his hands glided up my back to my shoulders to slip the fabric of my dress down. One, then the other, and then it fell to the ground and left me standing in my bra, underwear, and hose.

It felt like the room was spinning, but it was me. He’d spun me back toward him and we were moving in a small circle. My head on his shoulder. His arms around me. Mine around him. No, we weren’t just moving, we were dancing. Dancing right in the middle of my bathroom.

There wasn’t any music, but we didn’t need it as we danced to the beat of our own thumping hearts.

As if the song was about to end, Logan stopped our movement and unclasped my bra, making my heart race even faster. “The water will be cold if you wait much longer,” he whispered.

I looked up into heavy-lidded eyes. “Then I’d better get in,” I said as I stepped back. Feeling seductive, I ran my hands down my body to my thighs and began to slide my hose down, slowly, seductively, leaving my skimpy panties on.

Logan sucked in a breath as he watched me. He had drifted over toward the small vanity and was leaning against it.

Nine at night and I found myself doing my first quasi striptease. My thumbs hooked into the sides of my panties and I eased them down even slower than I had with my hose before I stepped out of them.

Logan’s track pants did nothing to hide the sign of his arousal. Knowing I could do that to him made me feel powerful and I wanted to see just how far over the edge I could take him.

My pulse racing, I stepped into the lukewarm water of the tub. The water temperature was irrelevant because it was about a million degrees in this small space. I slid down at what normally would have been the foot of the tub, but I wanted Logan to have a bird’s-eye view of me and I also still wanted to be able to see him.

Once I was fully submerged, I let my legs drift apart as seductively as I could. “Aren’t you coming in?”

His lips parted and his tongue snuck out to lick around them. “The plan was to pour you a glass of wine and let you relax in private.”

I bit my lip. “I’m not thirsty and I don’t want to be alone.”

Logan leaned back and gripped the counter.

I let my hands roam my body.

His eyes were on me like a hawk’s.

My hands drifted down a bit farther. “See something you like?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I do.”

“Come in.”

He shook his head. “I want to watch you make yourself come.”

His command was as much unexpected as expected. I knew I was headed that way the moment I took my hose off, but actually touching myself was another thing. It’s not that I hadn’t masturbated before. I’d done that and a whole lot more. But every first time with Logan made it feel like my first time all over again. And in a way it was. With him I felt everything. Every ounce of pleasure, every intense touch, every small kiss. Whereas before him I felt like I was removed from the act, with him I felt like the star.

Sometimes the best way to do something is just to drop your insecurities and plunge forward.

He whispered my name, “Elle.”

My gaze swung to his.

“Touch yourself,” he clarified in a guttural tone.

I didn’t make him wait. My fingers drifted down my belly, the water lapping over my breasts with the slight movement.

His eyes started fluttering closed, his lashes dark on his cheekbones. “Not there. Not yet. Your beautiful tits. Start with those.”

The rasp in his voice thrilled me. I had never actually fondled my own breasts. I couldn’t imagine I’d feel anything by doing that, but I complied and palmed each of my breasts with my hands.

Logan’s cock had jutted straight out by now and there was no denying how much this was turning him on. I was going to do this and more. I was going to push him right over the edge.

“Use your thumbs.” His voice was hoarse. Low.

My thumbs passed over my nipples as the water rippled around them and when they became small hard peaks, I started pinching them. A little pain. Just a little.

Tiny pricks of pleasure radiated around them and I couldn’t believe it.

His eyes were watching my every movement. His breathing was ragged. I could see the rise and fall of his chest.

I wasn’t sure if it was his reaction to what I was doing or the act itself that was turning me on, but I supposed it didn’t really matter. I knew if I had been doing this alone, I wouldn’t feel a smidgen of what I was feeling now.

Feeling bold, I left one hand where it was and let the other drift down and find the nodule of my clit. Working them in the same manner, I began to feel the same small fissures of pleasure below my waist that I was feeling above it. Sparks tingled along my entire torso.

“Does that feel good?” His voice shifted again. It was a little huskier. A little lower.

Such an incredible turn-on.

Working both small, tight buds at the same time, I found myself almost panting when I answered, “Yes.”

His eyes were trained on my pussy. “Tell me what you feel.”

I pushed my thighs apart as wide as I could, slipping the leg farther from him over the edge of the tub.

His gasp sounded like a growl.

Soon, I needed more and inserted a finger inside myself. “I feel your cock inside me, moving, in, out, in, out.”

The face he made was utterly sensual.

My hand was moving faster and the water splashed out of the tub.

“Fuck,” he muttered. He moved closer and sat on the edge of the tub. The end where the water controls were, at my feet. I thought he might come even closer. Put his hands in the water, his fingers inside me, but he stayed where he was.

My heart skipped against my chest.

“Are you going to come?” he asked.

It took some effort to speak. I had to lick my lips first. “I might. I’m not sure.”

He spanned the distance between where he stood and the tub and took hold of my foot, kissing it before submerging it back into the water. “I want you to stop before you do. Can you do that?”

My pace, up until he had come so close, had been steady and even. With Logan this close, I wanted to speed it up, to feel even more, but I knew if I did, I just might come. “I can try. Can you do something for me?”

Everything about him at the moment was serious but at my question, the corners of his mouth tipped up. “I can try.”

My hand stopped manipulating my breast, but the hand below the water continued moving at the torturous slow pace. “Take your clothes off. I want to see you naked.”

His answer came in the form of a low groan as he removed his clothes with quick efficiency. He must have known I was watching him because he stood there for a moment and let me stare at his naked form. His cock was beautiful. Long, thick, and ready for me. The rest of him was equally magnificent. Abs ripped, muscles lean, thighs just right.

I had all but stopped what I was doing, but my tripping heart hadn’t figured that out. Pulse pounding, heart thumping, I sucked in a breath. I must have blinked because when I did, I opened my eyes and he was sitting again, much, much closer this time.