“Damn, you feel good with your legs wrapped around me.”
As he kissed her neck, shivers raced through her. He carried her up the stairs, not showing any sign of strain. He entered their bedroom then walked straight through and into the attached bathroom. He set her down on the counter.
“I’m going to run you a bath. You’ll soak until I come get you.”
“And what will you be doing?”
He tapped her nose. “That’s my business.”
He ran the bath and then picked her up and placed her in. He waggled his finger at her. “Stay there.”
She resisted the urge to bark like a dog. Barely.
Once he’d left, she stood and reached for her bath gel. Then she turned on the tap to heat the water a bit more. It was nearly cold. She shook her head. She loved Logan to bits, but to him, running a bath was simply putting the plug in and turning on the taps. Not that she’d ever known him to take a bath. Unless it was with her.
Hmm, she wondered if she could convince him to join her.
Logan checked the bedroom one last time before entering the bathroom once more. He came to a stop as he saw she had her eyes closed. Was she asleep?
But then she stirred, opening those beautiful, blue eyes to stare up at him sleepily. “Logan.”
He loved the way she said his name. On a soft whisper. Desire and love mingled together.
“Hey, baby. Tired?”
Of course she’s tired, idiot.
“A little.” She sat up and smiled at him. “What have you been up to?”
He grabbed the towel and pulled her up out of the bath, brushing her hands away when she tried to take over and dry herself. Then he drew her up into his arms once more.
“Am I not allowed to walk tonight?”
“Nope. You’re not allowed clothes either.”
She looked down at herself. “Yeah, I kind of got that.”
“Call it side benefits. For me.” Because the feel of her naked body against his was definitely a bonus for carrying her around everywhere.
When they entered the bedroom, he heard her gasp. “Logan.”
He felt a flush of embarrassment work its way up his face. Crap, was it too much? Was it cheesy? He’d never done anything like this before. Never really tried to be romantic.
“It looks stupid, doesn’t it? I’ll take them all—”
“No, you won’t,” she interrupted him. “It looks magical.”
Well, he wouldn’t go that far. It was just a few Christmas lights strung around the room. And some candles he’d grabbed from downstairs, which he’d lit.
“I love it. I can’t believe you did this for me.”
He’d do much more than this to see that smile on her face. She looked up at him as though he was everything, and his embarrassment over what he’d seen as a pretty pathetic attempt to be romantic disappeared.
“You really like it?”
“I love it.” She reached up and kissed him. He moved to the bed and laid her down before following her, continuing their kiss. When he pulled back, his cock was pressing uncomfortably against his jeans, need burning in his balls. He stood and started to strip.
“Can I help, Sir?”