The way he ran his eyes up and down my body left little doubt about what he was referring to, but I decided to play dumb. "Of course there's a choice." I stood up to begin packing. "What sort of thing are you in the mood for? There's cake, there's ice cream—"
Logan interrupted me by rising to his feet, stepping closer and scooping me up in his arms. A tingle rolled through me. Christ he was strong.
"You know what I'm in the mood for." He kissed me, our lips parting, our tongues colliding in a delicious flurry of passion. Heat prickled my skin. I had to restrain myself from just letting go completely then and there. One kiss from him was all it took to undo me. No man had ever made me so shameless before.
"Well, how about you come back home with me," I said, breaking away, "and then you can have whatever your heart desires."
He pressed his forehead against mine, staring intently into my eyes. "That sounds perfect."
Joy's friend Brad had graciously agreed to come and pick up our gear once we were done, so I sent him a text to let him know we'd be down soon. Despite the fact that it had taken Joy and I three trips to move everything up the hill, with Logan there, it took only one. I would probably have been embarrassed if it wasn't such a fantastic excuse to watch him lift and bend. His body barely strained at all, even when it was laden down with the table and both chairs.
"You guys need a ride anywhere?" asked Brad.
"I think we're fine to walk," I said, glancing at Logan. "We've got a meal to work off."
The twinkle in his eye said he really wanted to make a joke about the way we were planning on doing that, but instead he just said, "We definitely do."
"Alright, suit yourselves."
"Thanks, Brad."
My apartment was a couple of miles away. We spent most of the walk in silence, enjoying the night air. A current was running below my skin, the promise of what was to come filling my mind. I loved that he had the ability to do that to me, to hijack my senses and blanket everything in passion and electricity. That anticipation was almost as good as the real thing.
We arrived at my apartment, and I reached for my keys, but Logan stepped closer, seizing my hands and pressing my back against the door, pinning me in place. I felt his lips brush my neck, his mouth darting up to nip my ear lobe. We hadn't even made it inside and he was already all business.
"You know, you've got some desert on you," he said, stroking my hip softly. I glanced down and noticed he was right. We'd kicked up a fair bit of dust on our little trek, some of which was now clinging to our clothes.
"So do you," I replied.
"You're right. We're both filthy. Who knows where else it's gotten. There's only one thing to do."
"There is?" I asked breathily, barely able to focus on his voice at all. How the hell could he talk while still doing so much with his mouth? The man had serious skills.
"Yep. We need a shower."
The way he said "we" sent a pulse of desire straight down to my sex. The idea of getting him all naked and soapy was an incredible turn on. "You know, I think you're right."
I couldn't get the key in the lock fast enough. We made our way awkwardly down the corridor, giggling as we tried to walk, make out and shed clothing all at once. By the time I had the water running, we were both naked. I took a moment to marvel at his body once more, those pecs, that perfect V, his beautiful cock that was already growing before my eyes. Logan was every woman's fantasy, and he was completely mine.
The lust on his face as he gazed at me said he felt the same. "Fuck you're beautiful."
I loved how sexy he made me feel. After steeping myself in self-loathing for so long, it was incredible to actually feel good about myself. "Right back at you," I said.
His mouth curled into a smirk. "It's time for you to get wet."
"Might be a little late for that," I cooed, stepping under the water.
"Is that so? Well, I'll need to see proof."
He followed me in, seizing my hair in his hands and bringing his lips crashing into mine. I reached for him, letting my fingers play across the taut coils of his shoulders. His skin was already hot and slippery, and it felt incredible beneath my touch.
Logan broke away, reaching for the soap and wash cloth. "Let's get you cleaned up."
"I think that's a good idea," I replied, almost giddy with anticipation.
He took his time, as I knew he would, starting at my shoulders and working his way down in slow circles. My breasts and my butt he ignored at first, covering the less erotic parts of my body in a thick lather. Even that contact felt amazing — the heat of the water, the slickness of the soap, the rough cloth, it was an incredibly sensual experience. The reverence with which he touched me set my heart soaring. I'd never been so lavished upon before.