Page 90 of Structure of Love

“Bet.” Standing under hot water while his hands lathered me sounded like heaven. I wanted to connect more with this man, to ground myself through his touch, and maybe I could finally unwind enough to sleep peacefully next to him. After such a horrid night, just sleeping next to the man I loved surely wasn’t such a tall order.

The thought almost tripped me up. I wasn’t used to feeling this way, and the realization that I loved Logan completely was still settling, but I suffered no doubts. None whatsoever.

Gentle hands reached for my shirt, and I realized I’d spaced out. I’d taken too long to move and now Logan was helping me. While lovely, I wanted to move us both under the water.

I shucked clothes, tossing them into the hamper before stepping into the glass-enclosed shower. Logan stripped quickly and stepped in behind me, then grabbed the bodywash and squirted some onto his hands. He smoothed his palms over my shoulders, then my chest, gently cleansing me. I leaned into the touch, enjoying the pampering.

Taking a bit of shower gel in hand, I returned the favor, hands smoothing over those strong shoulders, the length of his back. He damn near purred under my hands, his eyes growing heavy. I knew that look in my man’s eyes. I’d just turned him on.

Not what I had intended, but I needed him. After such an emotionally tangled night, I needed him like never before.

His mouth found mine, seducing me into a kiss I fell helplessly into. Logan’s taste was like nothing else. I loved it, thehunger he had whenever our lips touched. Like he could never get enough of me.

I dropped a hand to his cock, already rising to the occasion, and stroked it. He firmed quickly in my hand, and his own hand dropped to my cock, returning the attention. Logan’s fingers were very much a musician’s fingers, long and thin, and he played me with ease. I shuddered as he started stroking me, his free hand on my ass, trying to snug me in closer somehow.

He kissed me, and I panted into his mouth as my emotions wound tighter. The feel of the water still cascading over my shoulders felt insignificant compared to the hold this man had on me. My body heated up quickly, between his body heat and the warmth of the spray, but I didn’t care.

Logan never letting go of me, that was all I cared about.

I matched the timing of his strokes, mirroring pace and energy, and could see how wild that drove him. This close, I could see little flecks of gold in those dark brown eyes. I could watch as all sense and reason started unraveling for him, leaving nothing in its wake but raw need and emotion.

Logan abruptly clenched, holding me tighter, his own hand reflexively working me harder. The change was enough to send me right over the edge, and I came hard against his stomach, my head dropping to his shoulder as my climax eased.

He was warmth, affection, and sexiness all in one package. All in my arms. My heart felt so safe with Logan, but also incredibly satisfied, like it had finally found the right person. My person.

“I love you.” Those words came out on their own, a whisper against his bare shoulder.

Then I froze.

Shiiiiit. Mouth! What the hell, mouth?! Was the plan not to romance this man over a candlelight dinner before blurting something like that out? Why did you betray me like this!

To think I fed this motherfucker on a regular basis.

Logan definitely startled. I could feel him shake off that afterglow lassitude, his head turning toward me. His arms tightened around my waist like he could sense I was thinking of bolting. Maybe to Antarctica. I heard it was lovely at this time of year.

Please someone tell me I hadn’t just tanked the best relationship that had happened to me. Please, oh please. I had no Plan B if he took this wrong.

“Oh, thank god,” Logan said with a sigh, sounding almost…relieved? “I’ve been falling in love with you since our first date and trying not to overwhelm you.”

Wait…what?!

I jerked my head off his shoulder because I had to see his eyes. Oh. My. God. He looked sincere. Panic fell away, leaving only joy behind. “You mean it?”

“I really do. I take it you didn’t mean to say that just now.”

“No, I was going to do a proper dinner date, and not this week, since we have enough on our plates this week.”

Logan made a disagreeing nose wrinkle. “Hon, no. We’re always going to have something going on. That’s just life. Don’t try to put your emotions on hold for life events, that never pans out well. And I loved hearing you say it.”

I teased his mouth with a kiss, so delighted, euphoric bubbles raced through my blood. “Then I’ll say it until you’re sick of hearing it.”

“So until we’re in the grave? Good by me.”

Look at him, being so confident in us. I wanted to stand here and keep kissing him, but the shower water had cooled. I lingered long enough to say one more thing. “Logan, I love you. I want us to date with marriage in mind.”

“Absolutely.” He agreed without a beat of hesitation. “Also, for the record, how long do you want to date before I can pop the question?”

I nearly lost my balance. “Wait, you’re planning to propose?”