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but his hand encircled my wrist to stop me.
    “I’d say that’s enough teasing for tonight. Let’s get you in the tub.”
    He made quick work of removing his briefs and socks, allowing me more time to study him in the process. Logan was, without a doubt, the most beautiful man I’d ever laid eyes on, and he loved me—wanted me.
    He stepped into the tub with his hands on the edges. I watched his biceps flex as he lowered himself, then held out his hand. Smiling softly, I took it and stepped between his legs, snuggling down with my back to his front. My head found the perfect pillow against the peaceful thumping of his heart and rise and fall of his chest.
    After submerging a washcloth in the water, he rubbed it down my arms and slid it over the lesions on my stomach. His gentle hand against my skin left a trail of goose bumps in its wake. His other hand took mine, entwining our fingers and resting our hands under my breasts.
    “I was serious about you staying with me,” he said after a few minutes of soothing silence.
    “I know you were.” I smiled to myself, my eyes closed. The washcloth made its way over my thighs, sending a quiver up from my toes. “You’re always serious,” I added.
    “Stay at least a week.” His voice rang through my ear, tickling my insides. Feathery strokes caressed my inner thighs that spread for him as though his hands spoke the only language my body knew.
    “What about Oliver? I don’t want to confuse him,” I reasoned.
    His fingers didn’t skip a beat, sliding the washcloth up and down my skin, further awakening the desires I was surprised to feel so soon. I closed my eyes.
    “There’s nothing to confuse him about. We’ll tell him you’re staying while your house is being repaired. It’s not a lie—you’ll need a new back door and work done on your bedroom.”
    “Yeah,” I whispered to myself, mentally falling away from where I was with Logan and back to reality.
    “Cassandra, listen to me.” Logan’s hand took my chin, tipping my head back to meet his stare. “I’ll take care of everything. Don’t worry about all that. But please, I want…” His brows creased. “I need you with me right now. For a few days, at least. I won’t be able to sleep knowing you’re here alone.”
    My mouth opened, and I spoke before I could process what I was agreeing to. I needed to be with him as much as he needed me.
    “Okay. Two days.”
    “Five,” he countered.
    “Two.”
    “Three, my stubborn sweetheart.” His hand slipped back down, his palms covering my breasts.
    Twisting back against his chest, savoring the feeling of being safe in his arms, I conceded. “Fine, you win.” I took the washcloth from his hand and dropped it in the water, then placed a kiss on the pad of his thumb. “Three days, but on one condition.” I held his pointer finger to my mouth and ran it across my lips.
    “Anything.”
    “I’m sleeping in a guest room.”
    He cocked a brow. “Will I be sleeping in that guest room, as well?”
    I shifted my body further, water splashing over the sides as I swatted his chest playfully. “I’m serious. I don’t want Oliver to see us together like that. Not yet, anyway.”
    Logan scoffed and tugged me closer, his lips lingering over mine. “I’ve never met anyone as persistent as you.”
    “Get used to it.” I pressed a kiss above his left nipple.
    “I plan on it.” He lifted my chin with his index finger and nipped my lips. “Now let me finish soaping you up, and then you need to rest that pretty little head of yours.”
    Rest? Not what I was thinking at all, especially with the growing hardness pressing into my side.
    With a frisky smile, I placed leisurely kisses on his neck. “I was thinking of something a little more intimate.” I turned to face him fully and straddled his lap as best I could in the tight space. My knees pressed between his thighs and the side of the cast-iron tub as I lifted myself up and sat over him, his cock situated