Out of Control
Chapter 9

Logan knew the force of his k**s could have snapped Libby’s neck if he hadn’t put a hand to the back of her head to hold her steady. He kissed her long and hard, thrusting his tongue between the barrier of her lips and teeth and ravishing the warmth and sweetness he found within. He knew her comment about accepting his terms was crap but she’d pushed him over the limit with her last remark. The thought of her showing him what to do with it nearly made him sink to his knees.

Forcing himself to switch gears, he began to run his hands over her in a caress that brought her pleasure and made him hotter than hot. Their mutual m***s of pleasure filled the small room, heard even above the storm raging outside. Logan started with her shoulders, taking a leisurely path down the graceful arch of her back and buttocks, around her h**s and up her sides until he captured her breasts.

For a moment he was content playing with the luscious mounds, weighing them in his palms and flicking her nipples with his thumbs. She cried out beneath his mouth, arching against him with a hungry m**n. He let her pull back, and he lifted Libby off her feet to take a tempting bud into his mouth. She was sweeter than any berry. Her soft cries of passion urged him to continue making love to her sweet flesh. His tongue lapped at her, his teeth tugging gently. Her hands dropped to his hair, holding him against her. Still holding her off the ground, Logan walked until they reached the table. He lifted her until she was sitting on it, moving between her thighs as close as he could get.

It didn’t take much to sweep the flower arrangement onto the floor. During that small second her hands made quick work of slipping his shirt off over his head and tossing it aside. He waited for the desire in her eyes to dim as they moved over his scars, but they remained glazed with passion, running over him as if visualizing him as a tasty a snack. Then her hands went to his belt buckle. Their eyes met and clung, her fingers halting. The glaze in her eyes showed a woman deep in desire. “Don’t stop now,” he said hoarsely.

As she busied herself with undoing his pants, Logan’s hands glided up her smooth legs and silky thighs. Only he didn’t stop there. He flicked the tip of his index finger across the opening between her legs, slicing through the soft folds of her p***y lips and going deeper still. Libby’s h**s nearly shot off the table.

“Oh!” She shivered wildly.

“Easy, baby.” Logan continued to finger her, amazed at how wet and hot she was. Responsive. His balls were full and heavy and his c**k was about to break right through his boxers he was so excited. He didn’t know how much longer he could refrain from taking her. Another delicate shudder racked her slender body. “You like that?” Logan whispered against her lips, repeating the action before she could respond. He slipped another finger inside her, groaning at how receptive her body was, how welcoming.

She trembled wildly. “Maybe just a little,” she lied blatantly, biting his bottom l*p passionately. “I wouldn’t protest much if you decided to keep doing it.”

“Oh yeah? What else can I do for you?” he teased, then growled when her soft hands brushed his jeans and boxers down his h**s before encircling his hard flesh. Her tender caress nearly pushed him over.

“Replace it with something else.”

Her words did the trick, inflaming him. Logan lost control, grabbing Libby behind the knees and pulling her to the very edge of the table. “I don’t have a condom but I’m clean,” he stated, hesitating.

“I’m on the pill,” Libby gasped. “And I’m clean, too.”

With a growl, he thrust forward, impaling her in one quick move. Oh God! He couldn’t remember a time anything had ever felt so good, or so right. She was small, and tight.

Pleasure exploded through his body and he took a moment to enjoy the snug, wet heat surrounding his c**k. All he wanted to do was ram his hungry flesh into her time and time again; only he halted, closing his eyes, willing himself not to ruin it for both of them. Except Libby made it a thousand times worse when she tightened her muscles around him and squeezed.

“God…don’t,” he g*****d deeply, feeling control slipping. “Give me a minute.” One more squeeze like that and it would be all over. He was a breath away from coming so hard and deep that he would most likely blow Libby right off the table.

“Logan?” Libby whispered after seconds passed. Her breath came out in little panting spurts. “Are you all right?”

Their eyes locked when he finally opened his. A ghost of a smile on her parted lips revealed she already knew the answer to that. Damn her, she knew what she was doing to him, backing up his suspicions by tightening the inner walls of her muscles around his shaft again. He sucked in his breath, willing the rolling blast of sensation at bay.

Knowing he was going to lose.

“You want to end it now, this very second?” he whispered sharply, clenching his teeth. “I haven’t been with a woman in a long time, Libby, and I swear…”

She closed the distance between them with a triumphant little chuckle, kissing him wildly and sticking her little tongue inside and halfway down his throat. She ran her hands over him wherever she could, her caresses bringing sweet pain to his scarred body.

“You might like it slow and easy, Logan, but I like it fast and hard,” she whispered into his ear after breaking the k**s. “I like it hot.” Her teeth teased his earlobe. “Show me what you’ve got, fireman.” She reached between their bodies and caressed his l**t- filled balls.

He met her demand without further coaxing, moving his h**s in a rhythm as old as time. He started out slow and teasing, until the pleasure became too much for him and forced him to pick up speed. Libby matched his urgency with her own lusty needs. Her sounds of satisfaction and encouragement filled the room as her roaming hands found all the pleasure points that added to the thrill of the moment.

Reaching forward, Logan took her jutting breasts in his hands. Libby’s back arched and she dropped her palms on the tabletop behind her, offering him the gift of her sweet flesh without shyness. Her breathless sigh of pleasure echoed his satisfied growl. As he kneaded the twin mounds at his leisure, she wrapped her legs around his waist without warning, forcing him deeper. Keeping him where he wanted to be.

Where she wanted him.

Their eyes met, and there was no denying the inner fire burning in Libby’s meant she was climbing higher, nearing the pinnacle of ultimate fulfillment. Her lovely face was flushed with color, her mouth parted as little puffs of air escaped. All at once she reached for him. Logan didn’t know what her intentions were but he took matters into his own hands, kissing her with rough ardor.

He became lost in the kaleidoscope of sensations exploding through his body. He was aware of her soft breasts and hard nipples, crushed against his chest. Aware of his pounding heart and the b***d running like a river of hot lava through his veins. Everywhere he touched Libby; everywhere she touched him, produced ecstasy of gigantic proportions. He’d never felt anything like it and he didn’t want it to end. She returned his hard k**s, meeting the thrust of his h**s with a thrust of her own. Her hands kept busy, roaming over Logan wherever she could reach him.

“Velvet over steel,” she murmured against his lips. The muscles in Logan’s arms flexed when she ran her palms over them. Next she moved on to trace his back with her nails, before clenching her fingers into his buttocks. “Everywhere!”

Logan tore his mouth from hers and zeroed in on her collarbone. She gasped and twisted her neck to one side so his lips could smooth a trail up to the back of her ear. She trembled violently when he gave a gentle tug, and then repaid him by running her hands along the backs of his thighs and between his legs until her fingertips were teasing his balls. Heart pounding out of control, Logan jerked back, taking his c**k in his hand.

With precise movement he guided the tip over the nub of her desire, rubbing it back and forth vigorously until Libby was twitching and gasping with pleasure.

He watched her pupils dilate a second just as her climax hit her.

“Logan!”

Her cry of excitement released his own and he lost control, releasing the tidal wave of rapture that had been steadily building since that first k**s. Taking Libby by the h**s, Logan pulled her over his shaft and held her tightly as a hard climax racked his body. He grunted low and claimed her lips, stealing her breath away as they succumbed to sweet ecstasy.

LIBBY FELT LOGAN’S withdrawal long before his body left hers, bracing herself for what she sensed was coming. She’d never felt such intense passion or pleasure in a man’s arms. Yet as much as the culmination had rocked her world, fear warred for first place. Logan didn’t want emotions. Her instincts warned her that he was already feeling contrite over making love to her. She had to question why, if all he’d wanted from her was s*x? He should be happy she’d met him on his terms.

But who was she kidding? She knew it was more than just s*x to her. She wasn’t into casual s*x or the habit of just giving herself to a man. Something about Logan, besides the obvious reasons, pulled at her emotions. Maybe it was the fact he refused to talk about his accident, wouldn’t face the memory, whatever it was, and deal with it so he could move on.

She was sure she could help him, if he let her.

Libby felt his shrinking flesh slowly slip away, and bit her bottom l*p to keep from crying out from the emptiness it created. She waited, wondering if she’d be able to deal with his rejection. Shrug it off as though it didn’t matter to her. She immediately felt the draft when he stepped far enough away to yank up his jeans, aware of his hands moving as he zipped the fly and buckled the belt. Still, she refused to pull her eyes away from the growing regret in his.

What is he thinking? Passion still darkened his expression, the glaze of desire in his eyes diminishing yet still evident. His hair was tousled where she’d run her hands through it; a faint blotch marred his neck where she’d lost control and nipped him a little too hard.

It appeared neither of them was willing to break the silence first. And she suddenly felt very vulnerable sitting there completely naked in front of him. Logan took the few steps where she’d dropped her towel and snatched it up. As he made his way back to her she couldn’t help but notice the muscle jumping in his lean jaw.

“Thank you.” Libby felt unaccustomed shyness when he draped the towel over her shoulders, pulling it closed in the front. His knuckles grazed her breasts, bringing new awareness of him throughout her system like a shot of strong caffeine.

“Libby…”

Here it comes. She reluctantly met his eyes.

“I…” He paused, clenching his hands in the towel and jerking her close. “Damn, Libby. How could I have let this happen?”

“It takes two…”

He brushed his lips across hers, tenderly at first. Then with a g***n he applied more pressure. His sensuous mouth coaxed an instant response from Libby and she leaned into him with a soft m**n. She opened her mouth to his thrusting tongue with an eagerness that caused butterflies in her belly.

She was hooked, damn, the last thing she’d expected. Only Logan just wanted s*x from her. That he could have gotten from the blonde bimbo at the bar the other night. So why had he waited for her? He ignited a slow fire inside her. One that should have been fully extinguished five minutes ago, successfully.

Though it hadn’t been, not by a long shot.

He pulled away, taking a deep breath. “This was a mistake.”

“Why? Because it’s something we both wanted, Logan?” Her husky tone was lingering proof of the passion they’d shared. For the first time she noticed that the rain had stopped.

“For different reasons,” he practically snapped back.

“And those reasons are?”

He hesitated for a long moment, and Libby wondered if he’d be able to put the truth into words. “I haven’t been with a woman since the fire. I was looking for a good lay to release some of the s****l tension that’s been building from months of celibacy.”

Libby laughed softly, but her heart was twisting with the pain his words caused. “And my reasons?” Logan shrugged. “So, what makes you think I didn’t make love with you for the same reasons?” He was forced to back up when she slipped off the table. “I’d say we both got what we wanted.”

For some reason her response fueled his anger. “Who are you trying to convince, lady? You’re not the kind of woman who makes love with a man just for the sheer hell of it.”

Libby shrugged much in the same way he had, stepping around him. “Relax; I don’t want anything from you. We don’t all have to be in love or want a wedding ring on our fingers, and men don’t hold a monopoly on enjoying s*x for the sheer hell of it.”

He stared after her for a moment. She could tell by his expression that he didn’t believe her. And why should he? She was talking crap because it allowed her to hide behind the truth.

She scooped up her bathing suit and slipped into the bottoms without removing the towel. She left the ties hanging free at her h**s, and then let the towel glide to the floor. For a second his eyes flickered down to her naked breasts.

“It’s stopped raining,” Libby commented, turning around while slipping into her bikini top.

“I’ll give you a ride home,” he offered, walking up to where she was standing in the threshold.

Libby’s eyes took in the dark sky. It had stopped raining but it was obvious it wouldn’t be for long. Nearby palms swayed violently with the wind, and there was no signs of the sun returning any time soon. About that time two men from the common grounds landscaping crew began gathering up the chairs and tables around the pool and taking them into a shed. One of them glanced up, waving when he finally noticed them. She and Logan were damn lucky they hadn’t been caught.

Libby drew the towel back around her. “That won’t be necessary. I can walk.”

She made a move to leave but Logan reached out and drew her to a halt. “I’ll take you home,” he insisted firmly. “We have about two minutes to make it before the next rain hits.” A few large drops hit them.

“I’ve never been on a motorcycle,” Libby commented as they walked to his bike. He removed his helmet from the seat and draped the chinstrap over the backrest.

“Hop on. Normally you’d sit behind me, but since we have such a short way to go you can sit in front.” Once Libby was situated he mounted behind her, putting his arms on either side of her as he reached for the handlebars.

“What do I hold onto?”

“Just lean back into me; we aren’t going to be traveling that fast,” he said against her ear.

Libby did as he asked, shivering from the warmth of his voice in her ear. Thankfully it was a short trip because she didn’t know how long she could take sitting snug between Logan’s muscular thighs. He wasn’t kidding when he said they wouldn’t be going fast, however, every bump and hole in the road caused her bottom to jolt against him, keeping her pleasantly stimulated with the memory of their recent lovemaking.

As soon as they turned the corner to their street her eyes fell on the car in her grandmother’s driveway, and her heart sank. She wasn’t in any mood to face her parents right now, suspecting what their reasons for being there were.

“Looks like Margaret has company.” Logan brushed his lips against her ear.

Libby nodded with a slight shiver, caused by his warm breath and the knowledge that the hardness against her backside was Logan’s renewed e******n. “My parents.”

Before long he pulled into his drive and flipped the engine off. He swung his leg around, dismounting first. Libby glanced up at him, pushing the hair out of her face, laughing against the strong breeze that blew it right back again.

“Are you staying through the storm?”

She nodded. “Unless my parents have somehow talked some sense into Gram. I’d never let her stay here alone,” she replied. “Or Reba,” she quickly added, hoping Logan didn’t notice. The rain began to come down a little harder. “I guess I better get over there.”

He stood back so she could dismount. For a moment they stood there, looking at each other in awkward silence. Then something wicked prompted Libby into saying, “If you ever need another good lay, you know where to replace me.”

His brows drew together in a frown, and ignoring his somewhat annoyed expression, Libby turned and dashed away before he could make a response.