Part 75 (2/2)

”A shower? Out in the open?” she asked.

”Well, it's got a practical purpose. I come in this way when I've been working in the mud, and I don't want to get the house dirty,” he said, as he adjusted the temperature.

When it was hot, he stepped under the cascading water and pulled her in with him, holding her, rocking her in his arms.

”Oh!” she exclaimed.

”You should turn around and look at the view,” he said, working to keep the grin out of his voice. ”It's pretty good for a shower stall.”

When she did, he reached to the shelf in back of him and picked up a cake of soap. Not his usual brand, but he'd asked Megan, Ross's wife, to bring him something a woman would like.

Still grinning, he lathered his hands.

Rinna smelled the flower fragrance immediately. ”What's that?”

”Just soap.”

He pulled her back against his front, then ran his soapy hands down her sides, over her hips and slowly up again, his slippery fingers caressing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and gliding over her nipples.

”Logan! What are you doing?”

”Was.h.i.+ng you. Relax and enjoy it.”

The soap had made his hands slick as he made a slow, sensual journey over her silky flesh.

Reaching for more lather, he slipped his hand between their bodies, gliding his fingers over the curve of her a.s.s and into the crack between the cheeks.

She stiffened. ”You shouldn't do that.”

”Why not? Does it feel good?”

”Yes,” she breathed.

”I told you, we can do anything together that feels good.”

She stood there for several moments, her breath accelerating, and he slid his hand farther down, into the sensitive folds of her p.u.s.s.y. Her hands clenched and unclenched. Then she turned in his arms, and reached for the soap in back of him. ”Do you have the words 'what's good for the goose is good for the gander'?”

He laughed. ”Yeah, we do.”

Her hand was soapy when she clasped her fist around his erection, then slid up and down, the slickness making him exquisitely sensitive to her touch.

”Oh Lord!”

”You like that?”

”You know I do.”

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