CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR

CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR

Evvie’s POV

The heat of the shower wasn’t just from the water, it radiated from us—our bodies pressed together, slick with sweat and water. Logan’s lips moved down my neck, his breath hot against my skin, leaving a trail of fire that seemed to sear into my very soul. Every touch, every kiss, every whisper of his name against my ear made my pulse quicken, my breath hitch, and my body ache with a need so intense it was almost painful.

I could feel his muscles tense beneath my fingers as I traced the lines of his body.

The water rushed over us, cascading down his strong back, dripping off the strands of his dark hair that hung over his forehead.

His hands were everywhere—on my hips, my waist, sliding over the curve of my ass and pushing me deliciously close.

“F*ck, Evvie,” He groaned into my ear, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine, and I gasped, arching against him as his free hand palmed over my breast, massaging it.

He pressed me back against the cool tile of