He drew her against him and swept his hand into her hair, pulling out her ponytail, letting the raven strands fall over her shoulders.
She palmed his chest. “Wait. I’m all sweaty from my run and need a shower.”
“I’ve worked all day and I’m all sweaty, too. You don’t need to smell like a spring shower for me to want you, Des. Unless you want me to head back to the ranch and take a quick shower.”
She leaned into him and licked his neck. “I like you a little salty. And you smell like a man who works for a living.”
He shuddered as she ran her tongue across his throat, then tugged at his T-shirt, lifting it out of his jeans.
He jerked the shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the floor.
“We could shower together,” she suggested.
“I like the sound of that.”
She took him by the hand and led him to her bathroom.
“It’s not the biggest shower,” she said as she turned on the water. “Which means it’ll be a tight squeeze.”
Logan sucked in a breath. “I can deal with things that are tight.”
The corner of her mouth quirked up. “Is that right? You’ll have to show me.” She grabbed a condom, brought the packet with her and stepped in.
It was an okay shower—not huge, but not a tiny box like he’d expected. It would do, and as long as he was in there with Des, he didn’t care. He was content enough to watch her dip her head back and let the water run over her. And when she stepped out of the way, he did the same.
“Turn around,” he said.
She did, and he grabbed the bottle of body wash, poured some into his hand, and lathered it up.
He liked having the freedom of touching her, of exploring her skin. He lifted her arms and watched as the soap trailed down in slow rivers. He drew her hair over her shoulder to expose her back, then massaged the soap in, using his thumbs to dig in where her muscles were taut with tension, rewarded with her moans of pleasure.
His c**k tightened at the sounds she made. He turned her toward the water so she could rinse, then he came around to her front and lathered his hands.
She lifted her gaze to him and kept it trained on his face while he rubbed soap over the front of her shoulders, her collarbone, and over her br**sts. Naturally, he lingered at her br**sts, the soap slick as he cupped the globes in his hands.
Her chest rose and fell with her quickened breaths as he rubbed his thumbs over her pebbled ni**les, then, dropped to his knees so he could wash her legs.
“I could get used to this,” she said. “I like your hands on me.”
“Rinse,” he said.
She took a step back under the water, rinsing the soap off, then stepped forward. Logan slid his hands up her calves, water running over his hands as he snaked his fingers over the backs of her knees.
Des giggled, obviously ticklish there. He filed that information away for another time as he directed her legs apart, then raised himself up to put his mouth on her center.
She gasped when he touched her with his tongue to taste her. Here, she was hot, moist, and primed for him.
“Logan.” Even with the rush of water in the shower, he heard the way she said his name. He always liked hearing his name fall from her lips, especially when she was tight with passion. Like now, when she arched against him, silently asking for more of what he was giving her.
He lashed his tongue against her soft flesh, holding tight to her bu**ocks as he laved her clit and took her over the edge, listening to her passionate moans as she bucked against him with her orgasm.
She was shaking as he stood. He took her mouth in a kiss that left him rock hard and hungering with a need to possess her.
“Now it’s my turn to wash you.” She grabbed the soap and lathered her hands. He loved how small her hands were, and he had no objection to the slide of her fingers over his skin, the way she dug her nails across his shoulders, then pressed her thumbs in, lightly massaging his muscles.
She washed his back, swirling her palms over his flesh as she moved ever lower. He let out a groan when she reached around, caressing his c**k with her soapy hands, lingering there to stroke him.
“Now, rinse,” she said.
He stepped into the water and rinsed off, then turned around.
When Des dropped to her knees, he held on to the side of the shower, water pouring down his back and over his shoulders. She took him in her hands and stroked him, teasing him as her lips hovered close and she tilted her head back to give him a look that burned him and made it hard for him to take a breath.
She took him between her lips and flicked her tongue over the soft head, and he let out a groan. His gaze fixed on her full lips, the way she pressed them over his c**k and brought his shaft inside her sweet, hot mouth.
He had nothing to grab on to but the glass shower doors for support, and hoped like hell he didn’t wrench the damn door clear off the track as Des took him deep and nearly shattered him right then.
She had a sweet tongue and a devilish mind because she held him and teased him and destroyed him with her mouth. And when he was near the brink, when he could feel everything within him ready to explode, he whispered her name.
“Des.”
She held tight to him, refusing to yield even as he exploded. He shook with the force of his orgasm, his gaze never leaving her face as he watched her take what he gave until he had nothing left. It was the most intimate act, and it had left him weak and nearly brought him to his knees. He was blinded by the sheer force of the pleasure she’d given him, and nearly wrecked by it. He reached for her, pulling her up to kiss her, tunneling his fingers into her hair to hold tight to her, because he was so far out of balance right now he needed her as a lifeline.
And when he found that balance again, he pushed her under the water so he could wet her hair, then reached for her shampoo and washed her hair, enjoying rubbing his fingers into her scalp.
“Mmm, that feels good,” she said. “I don’t think I want you to stop. Do you think you could rub my head for about an hour?”
“I could rub a lot of parts of you for a very long time.”
“God, Logan. The things you do to me.”
He rinsed her hair, then she applied conditioner and rinsed that out. He washed his hair, then he turned off the water, which by now was getting cool. Not that he minded since his body was plenty heated up by their shower play.
Des opened the cabinet near the shower and handed him a towel. He dried off, watching Des as she towel-dried her hair, then ran a comb through it.