warm."
Her mouth opened and shut before she accepted the item. Pulling the garment over her head, she allowed the oversized shirt to fall down to hip level.
Sniffing the sleeve, she smiled widely. "Smells like you."
The thought of her covered in his scent stirred up feelings and emotions he preferred to avoid. For now. Later, if things continued to progress, he would look more closely at the effects this small brunette had on him. But one thing was for certain. No woman in recent memory cared enough to give him such a gift without requesting something in return.
Gwen's hands found his back and began working their magic after dragging the coverlet over his exposed body, shielding him from the cold and allowing her to massage his body underneath. She had to rely on tactile sensation alone, but the obstacle didn't limit her ability in the least. Stroke after stroke, his body relaxed under her tender care, knots and stress dissipated as she skillfully turned his muscles into putty.
"Where did you get all these muscles? You must have eaten your brussel sprouts as a kid."
He snorted. "Nasty things. But Mom did make sure we had plenty of vegetables."
"Whatever you did, it worked. Definitely some very nice muscles. Strong and defined. Very nice," she purred, sending another shockwave to his rapidly filling erection.
If he didn't get his mind tuned differently, he'd be writhing in discomfort way too soon. "Blame Army Ranger training more than vegetables."
"I've heard about basic training from my brother. He talks about running with his gear, obstacle courses, rope climbing, marches. Says it's pretty physically demanding."
Thankful for a neutral topic, Logan agreed. "It only gets harder. Ranger training still incorporates the basics but adds in more. Survival training, Airborne School, five mile runs in less than forty minutes, ten mile marches, combat water survival. Then you head to the mountains, and you learn what exhaustion really is. Once you get to patrols and war simulation, they cut your MREs as well."
"They don't feed you?" She paused for a moment on a gasp. "That's just cruel and inhumane."
He rolled just enough to glance at her face. Angry flares flashed in her chocolate-colored eyes. The corners of his lips twitched. The thought of her getting all worked up because of some tough training measures, which he'd volunteered for, amused him as well as sent a wave of tender happiness washing over him.
"We still received at least one meal per day. All part of Ranger training, Gwen. If it wasn't tough, everyone could achieve the highest levels, and we'd be too soft to withstand war."
She resumed to her task. "Still, I hate the thought of you going hungry." Her voice told him a few things, mostly that she cared more than she'd admit.
Settling back in, he smiled to himself. Gwen was just what he needed right now. Accepting, caring, humorous. He couldn't remember when he'd had more fun during an ice storm in his life. Biting back a moan, he soaked up the pleasure as she found a particularly tight area.
"Andrew didn't tell me anything about food limitations." She snorted. "Like he tells me much. I'm always the last to know. Heck, I didn't hear he slept with Natalie Wilson until two months after the event. He's dang good at keeping secrets, especially when it comes to his first sexual experience."
Logan smirked, his face hidden in the couch. "Uh, Gwen. Most guys don't make a big production about their first time. We prefer people to assume we're old hands at sex."
"Hmmmmm."
His curiosity piqued. "Do women make a big deal of their first time? Go home and crow to their friends? Or keep their mouths shut lest someone think them ruined?"
"Hardly. I don't think we're still living in the age of being ruined over a sexual encounter. On the other hand, I've never known a woman that went around telling everyone she just had sex. Perhaps indiscretion is the new norm?"
"I, for sure, don't know."
She paused a long moment, her