Page 81 of When He Plays

She stood beyond the slightly open glass door, steam on the surface, but as he froze in the entranceway, captivated by her to his soul, her delicate hand reached out. She grabbed a white, fluffy towel. Brought it inside the shower.

Logan could see the outline of her body. That perfect, beautiful body.

The one she’d revealed to him moments before when she’d dropped the freaking sheet. Clumsy, his ass. More like…tempting. Taunting. Seducing.

The shower door opened fully. Her wet hair clung to her cheeks. She’d wrapped the towel around her body, but Charlotte drew up short when she saw him.

Speak. Say something charming. Normally, he had plenty to say. Too much.

“Oh.” Pink tinted her cheeks. From the heat of the shower? Or from the fact that he was probably staring at her like a man who was about to pounce? “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Should have knocked.” Damn that had been growly.

She shook her head. One hand still held the towel to her chest. “I wouldn’t have heard a knock. The water was too loud.”

He should probably back away. That would have been the gentlemanly thing to do. Instead, Logan took a step forward.

“Is your company gone?” A quick, rushed question from her.

“Jake is gone. Gave me some leads before he cut out.”

“Leads?” Her golden eyes widened. “What kind of leads?”

Did she seriously expect a full discussion right then? “You’re in a towel, sweetheart.”

Her grip tightened on the towel. “I am aware.”

“I can’t explain leads while you are in a towel and all I want with every breath I take is for that towel to drop.”

She wet her lips. “You mean, like this?” Her fingers pulled on the section of the towel that had been tucked between her full, pert breasts. The towel slid down, and it fell to her feet. “Oops. Guess I was clumsy again.”

His gaze dropped to the floor. Stared at the discarded towel. He was highly conscious of every single beat of his heart. And of the hard dick that shoved against the front of his pants. Slowly, very, very slowly, his gaze moved from the towel to her cute feet. Pretty little toes with bright red polish. His gaze tracked up. Slender calves.

Higher.

Nice knees. He’d never really paid much attention to knees before, but hers were nice.

Higher.

Sexy thighs. Supple. He knew they’d be silken, too, and they would feel incredible wrapped around his hips as he plunged deep into her or as they hung over his shoulders as he put his mouth right on her core and drove his tongue inside of her.

Higher.

A growl broke from him. Her sex was bare. Waiting. Her thighs slightly parted. He was pretty sure that he was drooling because he wanted her so badly.

Keep going. Take her all in.

But his gaze just wouldn’t move, even when he told himself…

Look up. Look up.

“Logan?”

Finally, his gaze lifted. Her hips. Those wonderful, curving hips. He’d lock his hands around them and hold her tightly as he thrust hard into her.

Higher.

Her stomach. Smooth. Adorable little innie belly button.