Page 60 of Real Good Man
“I guess this qualifies because we’re still in bed,” I murmur.
His lips quirk into a smile. “We are, but unfortunately, I’ve got to get to work, which means we both have to get up so I can drop you off at your car so you’re not stranded here all day.”
“Shit. It’s been at the bowling alley all night. Do you think someone stole it?” I ask, panic creeping in. A stolen rental car would not be cool, especially when it was rented for me as a favor.
Logan’s smile turns playful. “This is Gold Haven. No one could steal a rental car and get away with it. It’s fine.” He leans down another three inches and brushes his lips over mine. “G’morning, Bruce.”
“G’morning, Logan,” I murmur as I return the kiss and chase his lips upward when they lift away. But I can’t reach them for long because he heaves himself to the side and stands.
Clad in only boxer briefs, Logan’s body is impressive. A light dusting of hair sprinkles over his pecs and trails down over his abs and navel to disappear under the waistband.What is it about a man with a hard body? Why are my panties predisposed to drop?
He winks before he turns and heads to the bathroom, and my greedy eyes are fixed on his ass. I don’t know what he does to keep his body in that kind of shape, but I fully support it.
I haul my ass out of bed too. My cami and jeans both stink like bowling alley smoke, and I can’t stomach the thought of putting them back on. I sniff the ends of my hair and grimace as I hear the shower turn on.
Maybe he wouldn’t mind having some company. As many one-night stands as I’ve had, I’ve never done the couple-shower thing. Apparently there are still some areas where I’m a virgin.
I slip out of the T-shirt I borrowed last night without permission and head for the bathroom.
Logan is inside the glass-walled shower, soaping up when his eyes find mine. “You’re more than welcome to join me.”
I glance at the mirror and freeze before I take another step. “Holy Jesus, why didn’t you tell me I looked like I belonged onThe Walking Dead?”
My makeup is smudged beneath my eyes, giving me that near-death appearance, and my hair looks like it went one-on-one against the zombie apocalypse and lost.
Logan’s laughter echoes in the glass enclosure. “And yet you’re still sexy as hell. Get your ass in here.”
“You have more showerheads in here than I did in mine.”
“I doubt New York water pressure could handle more.”
“Fair point.”
My hair is soaked in moments, and I’m sure I now look like a drowned rat. “This isn’t a shower, it’s a freaking car wash,” I say, turning away from the spray.
Logan hands me a bar of soap. “I don’t have any girly shit for you to use, but I’ve got soap and shampoo and face wash, if you don’t mind smelling like me. Well, me without the exhaust, brake fluid, grease, and oil.”
He’s mentioned that more than once, and I wonder if it bothers him. “If you could bottle how you smell when you step out of that garage after working for a day, you’d be a millionaire,” I tell him with complete sincerity.
“Is that right?” Logan turns me to face him as he pushes my wet hair out of my face.
I nod.
“Then I’m glad you like it.”
When our lips meet, I swallow his laughter.
His hands start on my shoulders, but they don’t stay there. Logan’s wide palms skim down my back until he’s cupping my ass and sliding one hand between my cheeks.
I jump as his fingers brush over a particularly sensitive spot—also known as my asshole. I pull my head back and look at him. “You trying to give me the shocker?”
Logan’s blue eyes are lazy when they meet mine. “The shocker?”
“When you slip two fingers in a girl’s pussy and then shock her with one in the back door.”
His fingertips trail over my asshole again, this time adding pressure. “Is that what you’re hoping I’m going to do with this tight little ass?”
A moan escapes my lips as I rise up on my toes, not sure if I want to escape the pressure or push into it.
