Virgin for the Night (For The Night #2) by C.J. Fallowfield

bathroom in the other bedroom to remove the crimson
stained rubber and wash myself up alone.
     

    Summer
    I put my palms on the wall of the
shower and let the hot water cascade down my back as I giggled again. That had
just been the most amazing couple of hours of my life. I had no idea my body
could feel that good. All the years I’d shied away from men asking me out, for
fear that it would turn out like Anthony had, brutal and forceful and scary. Yet Logan treated me like I was some precious flower that needed nurturing. I
could see why his fee was so high, he was worth every penny. I wondered if I
could book him again. I had a feeling one night with him, while amazing,
wouldn’t be enough to fully coax me out of my shell and turn me into a sassy
confident sexual creature, like the part that I was supposed to be portraying.
I washed my hair and soaped up my body, taking my time skimming my hands over
my breasts, amazed at the difference now I was attuned to how my body could really
feel. I was going to enjoy exploring myself in the nights to come, but while I
was here, I wanted Logan’s hands on me.
    I cleaned up thoroughly and
wondered if my pubic hair had put him off, I read in the magazines that the
trend was to wax it all off, but I hadn’t seen the point given no one ever got
to see it. I wondered how many twenty-two year old virgins there were out there
that were so naïve like me. Not many I suspected. Yet Logan didn’t seem turned
off by it, it seemed to have excited him. I found my favourite brand of
toiletries on the sink and smiled and wiped off my smudged mascara and eyeliner
and cleansed and moisturised my face, before towel drying my hair and shimming
on my rather damp knickers. I went to put on my bra, then decided I was
supposed to be learning to be sexy, so I shrugged on Logan’s shirt and just did
up a few buttons at the waist.
    I hauled the collar up to my nose
and breathed him in as I closed my eyes, the man should bottle his scent and
call it Raw Sex, my nipples had just peaked from smelling him alone. If
only I’d met him in real life, I had a feeling I could really fall for him. He
wouldn’t have fallen for me though, I bet he had stunning women throwing themselves
at him all the time. I wouldn’t be in his league, the only reason he was so
attentive now was because I was paying him. I was just another job. I sighed and
tiptoed out to find him in the open plan kitchen. He had his back to me,
dressed only in his boxers, his sculpted shoulder blades flexing as he worked.
I raked up and down his body and chewed my lip as I stopped on his delicious
backside and thighs. Logan Steele was seriously all man. And he could cook by
the smells wafting over. Mum would love him.
    ‘Hey,’ I called as I stood
awkwardly with my hands behind my back. He turned around and broke into a smile
that nearly bowled me over.
    ‘Hey yourself. Another Champagne?’
    ‘That would be lovely, thank you.
Can I help?’
    ‘I have it under control. Just do
what you do best and go and look seriously hot in my shirt on the sofa,’ he
grinned.
    ‘Well I needed to try and compete
with how hot you’re looking in the kitchen.’
    ‘I look hotter in the kitchen
than the bedroom?’ he teased.
    ‘You already know you look hot
anywhere and everywhere, Logan Steele. Don’t play the coy card with me,’ I
advised with a wink and did my best to sass my way over to the sofa. I heard
his soft sexy laugh behind me and smiled. I winced as I sat down, I definitely
stung and wondered if he was thinking of trying it again tonight, I wasn’t sure
if I could, much as I wanted too. I tucked my legs up under me as I sat in the
corner and watched him prepare my drink and bring it over. Christ, his body was
simply breath taking, I wanted to be able to touch it properly, maybe even kiss
it, even that thing that was creating a stretch in his boxers that would
probably never go back to the way they were before. I knew I wouldn’t