I’ve never been more attracted to someone.

Suddenly, Logan sits back and sees me standing outside watching him like he’s putting on a show. Smiling with a hint of embarrassment, I wave to him. He smiles a little more, and I can tell there is a blush there.

I walk in and lean on the glass counter as he finishes his work. He only needs to touch up the fresh ink because after a few moments, the client stands up to see the tattoo in the mirror, and my breath is lost. It is amazing. A cloud burst of color on his back, there is a gorgeous sunset that seems to be rising out of a skull. The bottom is dark, but the top is like an explosion of light and color. My hand covers my mouth as I watch him wrap it in plastic wrap and tape the sides with medical tape. He rings the customer up at the register and gives him his care instructions and ointment. As I watch him work, he sends me a subtle wink or acknowledgement every few minutes, and it sends butterflies through my stomach as he does.

The customer is a young guy I don’t recognize. He thanks Logan and gives me a cordial greeting just before he leaves. Logan is still standing behind the counter. He rests his hands against the glass and gives me a quizzical look that screams of mischief.

“Are we alone?” I ask, peering around the shop. Aside from the heavy music playing through the speakers, the shop is silent.

“Sure are.” He hooks a finger in my direction and summons me forward.

I play coy as I walk slowly toward the end of the counter. “I can’t come back there,” I say, giving him a playful smile.

“You can do whatever you want.” He dares me to inch forward so I step behind the counter and within seconds, I’m standing against his body.

Long, torturous seconds pass by before he finally bends closer to press his lips against mine. The sweet spearmint taste of his lips sends chills down my spine, so when his lips brush between my own, I open them to let him in. His tongue brushes against mine, and there is an explosion of heat between my legs.

His kisses are so tender, yet intense. I feel so small in Logan’s arms, and yet, he’s so gentle with me that I feel entirely safe. He takes a nibble on my lip, and I respond by gripping his neck even tighter.

A low growl escapes his mouth as he pushes me against the counter, deepening our kiss. His hands slowly creep up under my shirt, tickling my sides and creating intense goosebumps across my skin.

All too soon, he pulls away and takes a breath. “What are you doing to me?”

I’m afraid he’s going to stop, but he leans in and places a kiss against my neck. I try to hold him there, pressing my hips against his as a shameless tease. He counters by grinding into me with far more power, and I feel my eyes roll back in my head when his thick hardness presses into my lower belly.