Lycia

“If we hurry, we can still make the luau.” Logan smiled as he traced the contours of my body, his fingertips raising goosebumps over my bare skin.

“Sounds good, but we’ll need to shower first.” Suddenly, all sorts of obscene things I could do to him in the shower rushed into my mind, making me wonder if I really wanted to leave the room, especially if we would claim each other as Mates tonight. “But a luau does sound fun.”

“Then let’s go.” ...