"I know I should be tired," she said, entering the room with two beers, "But I'm too wired to sleep."
"Me too," Logan agreed. "So whatcha wanna do?"
Jordan thought for a moment. "I don't know, but I would like to shower and get rid of this cigarette smell that's in my clothes and hair."
"Why don't we take a bath?" Logan pictured the big whirlpool tub in Jordan's bathroom.
"That sounds heavenly."
Logan adjusted the temperature and added some oil to the running water while Jordan lit the candles that circled the tub. Glancing in the mirror after washing
her face, she saw a naked muscled back and a firm ass as Logan lowered himself into the tub.
She turned to see him watching her, waiting for her. His eyes grew hot as she slowly shed her clothing. "Wait." The one word he spoke stopped her from coming any closer. She stood motionless as his gaze slid over her. "You are absolutely breathtaking." He stood, water cascading down his wide chest and washboard abs, and offered his hand as she stepped into the warm bath.
A sigh escaped her as Logan snuggled her up to him in the scented water. They sat, silent and still, basking in the soothing surroundings.
Jordan was totally relaxed when his hands started wandering. He trickled water down the nape of her neck, over her shoulders. He heard her quiet gasp as his hands cupped her breasts under the water. His rod grew had in response to her arching back.
"Jordan, darlin," he whispered, "you've gotta be sore. We're not gonna do this again. Not now."
Jordan's answer was to turn in his arms and slowly lower herself onto him.
Logan watched candlelight flicker over her satin skin and sparkle in her eyes. But the glow there gave him pause. He was afraid she might be falling in love with him and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.
Their joining that night was different somehow. Slower, sweeter. There in the soft, mellow light, they made love for the first time.
Jordan slept dreamlessly in Logan's arms. He kept watch over he until he too, finally gave in and slept more peacefully than he had in a long time.
Once again, Jordan slipped out of bed while her lover slept. She stood gazing at the man lying in her bed. 'He looks good there,' she thought.
Logan woke to the smell of breakfast. He made his way to the kitchen, following the appetizing aroma. Jordan stood at the stove, still wearing her silk chemise but with an apron over it. He watched silently as she dished up the food then reached back to untie the strings.
"Here, I'll help you with that," she heard a masculine voice say. Logan came up behind her and rid her of the lacy little apron.
She looked over her shoulder as his arms came around her waist. "Hmmm.... good morning. Hungry?"
After breakfast, Logan showered, then prepared to shave. Jordan's image appeared beside his in the mirror. "Would you trust me to do that?" she asked. Wordlessly, he handed her the straight edged razor. Jordan had him sit, then hiked up he gown and straddled him. He sat perfectly still while she guided the sharp blade. Her concentration was so intense, that he decided to see what it would take to distract her. His hands eased up over her silk covered breasts. He felt, as well as heard, her breath quicken, but her hand remained steady. She did
jerk a bit, however, when he gently squeezed her budding nipples between his fingers.
"Hey!" Logan yelped when he felt the nick of the blade. A small spot of blood appeared on the side of his jaw, but the wound sealed itself immediately.
"If you don't want it to happen again, you'd better keep your hands to yourself," Jordan warned.
"Yes, ma'am," he drawled. He laid his hands on the tops of her thighs, and soon they were creeping to the juncture between her legs. When Logan's fingers
touched her warm center, Jordan jumped up and tossed the razor in the sink.
"Hey, what about my shave?" Logan asked. He still had half the shaving cream on his face.
Jordan leaned over him. "You started this, now you're gonna finish it!" She took his face in her hands and kissed him for all she was worth. Fire sparked in Logan's eyes when she raised her head. Shaving cream was smeared everywhere, on him and on her. She led him to the bed. He was inside her
before they even hit the mattress. Jordan's hips met his every thrust. Her moans aroused him further. Moments later, they reached the peak together and
exploded in ecstasy.
"Darlin," Logan said softly as he gathered her up in his arms. "you know I've gotta go, don't ya'?"
"Yes," Jordan whispered. "Will I ever see you again?"
"You can count on it."
A single tear rolled down her cheek. "A piece of my heart will always be yours, Logan. I'm not gonna say 'I love you', and I'm not gonna promise to wait for you, but know this. You can always come here and I will drop whatever I'm doing to be with you."
"And here is my promise to you," his deep voice replied. "You will always hold a special place in my heart, no matter where I am or what I do. I will return some day. And another promise I will make, you are the only woman who will know my blade."
"Can you stay a little while longer?" Jordan asked.
"I have to leave this afternoon," was his reply.
She raised his knuckles to her lips. "So we have time to put that sheath to use again?"
A slow grin appeared on Logan's face. "Oh yeah."