“Yes, I’m fine. Sorry if I’m taking too long. I’ll hurry.”

He leaned against the doorframe and his long, lean body was all I could see. “No, that’s not why I’m here. I knocked lightly but you didn’t hear me.”

I drank him in from head to toe, not sure how to stop what was coming over me. “It’s okay. What did you need?”

“I didn’t want to disturb you, but I saw you were out of the shower and thought you might freak out if you didn’t see Clementine in the bed.”

I stepped forward, freaking out more than a bit.

Logan spoke, though, before I could express my concern. “Nothing to worry about. I wanted to let you know,” he jerked his head toward the bedroom, “I had housekeeping set up a crib and I moved Clementine into it. I hope you don’t mind.”

My vision became blurry from all the steam, or maybe it was the gratitude I felt from his constant vigilance over Clementine and me. “Thank you.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked again.

As my body reacted to his presence, warmth overtook me, and my desire heightened with each passing second that his eyes were on me. I didn’t try to hide it. I didn’t want to. “I was just thinking about you, actually.”

He grinned at me, and something that seemed like shyness glimmered in his expression. “About me, in what way?”

Pure male was all I heard in his words.

I didn’t answer.

I didn’t have to.

After studying him, I surmised it was hesitation I saw, not shyness. While his face appeared to remain reserved, his body told a different story.

I traced the lines of it. He wore a long-sleeved black T-shirt that clung to his broad shoulders and flat stomach. His black cargo pants hugged his lean waist, and the bulge in those pants let me know how much he wanted me. His thighs may have been lost beneath the fabric, but I had to bet they were equally as exquisite.

When my gaze returned to his, he slid his focus painfully slowly down my body.

It was as if I could feel the heat of those hazel eyes with each inch they traveled downward, and I wanted to feel more of it. The longer they lingered, the more my body reacted. When his eyes returned to mine, I felt this strange pull that I couldn’t explain if I had to, but all I knew was that I had to have him.

Recognizing I might never get the chance again, I acted without another thought.

I wasn’t going to hold back.

I was prepared to go all the way.

Focused on just that, I took the towel from my hair and shook my head so that wet strands of ginger locks covered my shoulders. Then I tugged on the fabric that wrapped my torso and let it fall to the ground.

Logan drew in a ragged breath and slowly stepped over the threshold and into the bathroom.

I waited, breathing hard, heart pounding, as he carefully closed the door and turned the fan on. A whirring sound encompassed the space at the same time it drew the humidity from the room.

His long strides had him in front of me in a matter of seconds.

In a state of delirium, my hands grabbed for his waistband and I wildly pulled the snap open. I couldn’t stop myself even if I tried. I wanted to see him naked. I wanted to see every square inch of his body and then I wanted to feel it against mine.

“Elle, this isn’t a good—”

I put my finger on his lush lips. “Shhh . . . no talking. Not now. We’ve done enough talking.”

Uncertain perhaps, he met my eyes questioningly.

Even though I was completely naked, I was unabashed.

Certain.

I wanted him.

He wanted me.

I’d never felt this kind of want before and I needed to see it through.

I prayed he wouldn’t say another word. I didn’t want anything to jar me from the euphoric state I had somehow entered.

This close to him, I could see the exact shape of the scar beneath his eye. I could also see the brown flecks in his green eyes, so many they transformed the color to hazel. They glistened in the dim light and mesmerized me.

In this moment, we weren’t on opposite sides, we weren’t strangers, and we weren’t denying the oddly intense attraction that had been there from the start. We were just two consenting adults who wanted to fuck.

Logan seemed to feel the same. He dropped his gaze and didn’t speak a word as he molded himself to me. His touches were like sparks of electricity that tingled all of my nerve endings. I felt them everywhere.

One hand went to my back and the other curled behind my neck as he pulled me to him. Still contending with the magical feel of his hands, the contact made by his mouth was unexpected. It was on mine so fast that I started to sway in a dizzying combination of lust and want. The soft, tender feel of his lips was delicious. Our mouths moved in tandem and our tongues met as we devoured each other with the hunger we both felt.

I tried to ignore the fact that I’d never felt this way.

I needed to get out of my own head.

And I did. I let thoughts of him sweep me away. Strange thoughts. Like how I wanted to taste him from his lips to his feet, how I wanted to drag my tongue down his body and lick every bit of him.

My fingers fumbled with his zipper and I faltered when his hands shot right between my thighs.

Raging doses of hormones were in the air. Bucking wildly, his hips pressed against mine, and his cock felt like steel against my lower belly. We’d both been overtaken with the need to fuck, and he urged me back until my ass was flush against the countertop.

“Let me take care of you.” His voice was rough like gravel.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

I didn’t want any talking.

Thank God, there were not more words. The only thing that followed was touching. By the time I could think again, his fingertips were already stroking my pussy and it felt way too good to think about stopping.

With skill, he rubbed small circles around my opening, getting closer with each one. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned.

No talking during sex was always my rule. Normally, I would have dictated the terms up front and left by now due to their violation. Yet instead of backing away, I found myself moaning, what, I’m not even sure. Before I could figure out what I was saying, he pushed a finger inside me. He wasn’t in a hurry as he plunged deeper and drew it back up all way to my clit. He repeated this over and over, and I responded to every delicious movement he made.

I was thankful for the whirring of the fan because I couldn’t stop the noises I was making. I wasn’t sure if it was the way he moved or the fact that a man hadn’t had his hands on me in so long, but the feeling was intoxicating.

I felt lost to my body.

To him.

To what was inevitable.

When he inserted a second finger inside me, I gasped, but when he moved his hand in the same way that he had before, I cried out.

My lips were still on his, and our breathing was becoming heavier and heavier.

As his hand continued to pleasure me, I tried to reach for his zipper again, but then he inserted a third finger and started circling my clit with his other hand and I lost my mind.

He was fucking me with his hand, and the sensations were building and building. I abandoned any thought of touching his cock and held onto his shoulders to keep myself upright.

When I bit down on his lip to stop myself from screaming, his kisses turned rougher. His lips traveled from my mouth, along my jaw, and down to one of my breasts, and his teeth skimmed along the way as well. The sting felt good as he licked it away.

Pleasure began to course through me in a way I’d never felt. Sparks of sensations lapped at my core over and over. Perhaps it was what happened when danger, terror, lust, want, and need all mixed together, or maybe it was just him. But when those tiny sparks came faster and faster, I felt my pussy tighten around his fingers. The pleasure was unbelievable, and I came with such intensity that each spasm was like a shudder that rolled into the next but at a higher level, and I had to bite my lip so hard to stop from screaming that I could taste blood.