Aphrodite

CHAPTER 5

Day 8 

I woke to find Logan still curled around me, his head nestled in myshoulder, lips on my skin. His heated breath was slow and even to match hisheartbeat against my back. His arm lay heavy over my side, and our fingersweaved together like lovers after a night of passion.I squeezed my eyes shut imagining nothing in the last week had beenreal and that I lay in Logan's arms after he made love to me. He'd wake upand kiss me, and I'd be lost within his touch.I felt the ache between my legs as I let my imagination roam. His thighresting over mine, hard and warm. Him on top, the feel of his weightmaking my desire flood every nerve in my body.His hands caressing my skin, soft then possessive as if he couldn't getenough of me. I moaned as I imagined his fingers playing with my hairwhile his other hand squeezed our interlocked fingers. Then his lips kissedmy shoulder, and I nearly leapt out of my skin when the desire shot rightthrough me, and I realized it was no longer my imagination.I scrambled out of his arms so fast that I fell off the bed. When I came tomy feet Logan was lying on his back an arm casually laid over hisabdomen. He turned slightly to look at me, and I felt the coldness in hisgaze trickle over me."Go shower, Emily." He nodded to the right where I saw a door.I didn't think twice about following his orders as I ran to the refuge ofthe bathroom, but before I could shut the door he said, "Leave it open."My hand dropped from the door handle even though all I wanted to dowas slam it shut and lock it; of course there was no lock to keep him out.

Regardless, a deadbolt wouldn't keep Logan out. I suspected nothingwould.In a way, that was partly why I fell for him. He was determined andfocused. Unfathomable. He was confident with no fear. A steady resolve asif nothing could break him. It was a scary hot, and it made me feelprotected. Now ... it scared me. Because now I didn't trust him.I started to undo the buttons of my white nightgown he'd given me towear, and when I looked in the mirror I gasped. He could see me. From thebed he watched me in the mirror undressing. His hands were locked behindhis head, and his face was unreadable as he stared.My fingers fumbled on the buttons, and it took me several tries to getthe last one undone. I closed my eyes as I slid the silk material off myshoulders and let it drop to the floor. I wasn't going to look at him, I tried tostop myself, but I opened my eyes and froze.Heat. Blazing desire in the dark depths of his eyes. He looked me upand down slowly, casually as if he had all the time in the world ... And hedid. He controlled everything about me now. If he became bored or annoyedwith me he could sell me without a moment's hesitation. That alone mademe do anything he wanted.I lowered my head so I couldn't see his expression, and then opened thefrosted glass door to the shower and stepped inside.Was he going to come in after me? Would he touch me? Hold me? Makelove to me? What was I thinking? There would never be making love again,it would be fucking. The question was whether it would be willing or not.I turned on the tap to straight cold wincing as the freezing water hit myskin. It jolted any desire I was foolishly feeling over Logan right down thedrain.

I quickly washed my hair then picked up the washcloth to scrub thestench off my skin. I rubbed so hard that my skin turned bright red. Ilightened the pressure on the back of my legs and avoided my back, wheremy skin was still raw. I needed to get the feeling of Alfonzo and Jacob andRaul off me. Logan? Why hadn't I even thought of Logan? Why wasn't Isick to my stomach at the thought of him holding me all night?"Come out here."The washcloth dropped from my hands as I looked and saw the outlineof Logan leaning up against the counter, arms crossed.I turned off the taps and came out. He looked me up and down andfrowned then reached over and grabbed the towel hanging on the hook. Hecame toward me, then began drying my skin. There was nothing methodicalabout it either. It was slow and sensual; he held the towel in his palm, so histhumb could brush over my skin with each stroke. His hand slid over myabdomen then lower until his hand rested on my mound. He stopped andlooked at me. "Open."I swallowed. Then inched my legs apart closing my eyes. I had mixedemotions, because I felt embarrassed, and yet there was a flicker of desire.There was a fine line he was drawing here, and I just wasn't sure which wayit would go.