"Oh." Her eyelids fluttered as a delicious languor pervaded her body. Then he raised his head, gave her another of those knee-weakening smiles, and disappeared into the bathroom.
Taylor stared at the closed door, her skin tingling all over and her pulse thudding in her ears as the hiss of water started up in the shower. She wanted him. Why was she still standing here?
You are worthy.
Refusing to get lost in her head and ruin the moment by overthinking it, she walked over and grasped the doorknob. It turned easily under her hand, releasing a cloud of steam as she eased the door open.
At the sight before her, her lower belly did a slow, delicious somersault.
Logan stood under the spray facing away from her, the broad expanse of his muscled back and shoulders on display above the tiled half wall of the shower. His head was tipped back, the muscles in his arms and back flexing as he ran his hands through his wet hair.
Oh my God …
Her mouth went dry as she devoured the sight of him with her eyes.
He stilled, as though he sensed he was no longer alone. Lowering his hands, he half-turned to look at her. Taylor couldn't breathe, couldn't look away as their gazes connected and locked. He stood absolutely motionless while the water cascaded over his naked skin, watching her.
Waiting to see what she'd do.
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