Out of Control
Chapter 13

“Wow, don’t you look spiffy.” Libby had just finished up the supper dishes when she turned to see Margaret enter the kitchen. She’d disappeared earlier for a shower and Libby had expected her to return in her nightgown and robe. It was obvious by her attire that she wasn’t going to bed. “Where are you off to?” She took note of the dab of lipstick on her lips and the light fragrance of the body lotion she favored. And was that a blush on her cheeks?

“I, ah, I’ve been invited to go to a movie.” Was it her imagination or did her grandmother seem like she was nervous? “A date?” The exclamation rushed from Libby before she could stop it.

“Did I say it was a date? If you must know, Vincent asked me. There’s several of us going. So it’s not a date.”

Libby went to Margaret and gave her a hug, careful to keep her wet hands from touching her. “Well, I think it’s wonderful that you’re going out for a change, Gram. Someplace other than bingo and Monday morning coffee.” She finished her show of affection with a k**s upon Margaret’s cheek.

“Just as long as you know it’s not a date,” Margaret said stubbornly. “What will you do all evening?” She draped a light blue sweater over her arm.

Libby shrugged and went back to the sink to finish wiping it down. She thought about Logan. She hadn’t seen him in two days. But earlier she’d seen him leaving Vincent’s on his motorcycle. He’d seen her on the porch as Reba and had waved at her as he took off.

What was she going to do about him? She couldn’t keep him out of her head, day or night. How many times had she woken during the night, wanting him and wishing he were there beside her? Even now, just thinking about him caused pleasant warmth to flow throughout her body, a tingling in her nipples with remembrance of his mouth on them.

“Libby?”

“I’ll replace something to do.” Maybe she’d call Leslie and Pat and meet them somewhere. She didn’t really feel like bar hopping though…

“Why don’t you invite Logan over and watch a movie?”

What? Where had that come from? Libby spun around from the sink to face the amusement on her grandmother’s face. “I doubt Logan wants to spend the night watching TV with Reba,” she joked.

“Well, I didn’t mean for you to stay in that awful garb. He’s probably lonely for some company his own age.”

“I doubt he’s lonely.” Libby thought about the bar down the street, wondering if that’s where he was. “Besides, he’s not home.”

“How do you know?”

“I saw him leave.” She saw Vincent’s face appear through the screen door, thankful he’d arrived to pick up her grandmother before they got too deep into a conversation about Logan. “Come on in, Vincent.” She smiled.

“Evening, Reba!” His tone held more animation than usual.

And what was up with his hair? He’d taken what was left of it and glued it down with something that gave it a shiny gleam. She bit her bottom l*p to keep it from curving upwards.

“You’re early,” Margaret snapped.

“I’m right on time.” He shot Libby a wink. “Why can’t you be friendlier like Reba?”

Margaret huffed. “If you wanted someone friendlier like Reba you should have asked her to go with you.”

“Well, if that’s the way you feel…”

“Children!” Libby scolded, watching the exchange between them with amusement. It occurred to her that the only time her grandmother acted the way she was acting now was when Vincent was around. Or if someone mentioned his name. The tone of her voice caused their eyes to swing her way. “You haven’t even left yet and you’re fighting. Maybe you need a chaperone.”

“We’ll be good, Reba.” Vincent gave her another wink.

“Margaret’s just nervous. First time she’s been on a date in years.”

“It’s not a date!” She practically glared at Vincent, who only smiled back at her like he always did.

“Whatever you say.” He opened the door. “We best be going or we’ll be late for the start of the movie.” He waited expectedly for Margaret to go out. “We still have to pick up Sue and Don.”

“What time can I expect you lovebirds back?” Libby’s joke was met with a fierce glare from her grandmother.

With a huff Margaret glanced up at Vincent as she walked past him to go outside. “Don’t expect us back until late. Probably nine or so.”

Libby just managed to stifle a laugh. Since when was nine o’clock late? “Okay. Have a good time then.” She stepped up to the screen door and watched them walk over to Vincent’s house for the car. “Enjoy your date!”

“It’s not a date!”

Laughing softly, Libby turned and reached for the phone to call Pat. After the sixth ring and there was no answer she dialed Leslie’s number. Chances were they were together anyway.

She hung up when she heard a car in the drive, expecting Vincent and her grandmother had returned for something. But when she stepped back to the screen door her eyes widened with alarm when she saw it was Scott. Forgetting all about her disguise she quickly opened the door, determined to meet him before he had a chance to even get out of his car. The last thing she wanted was to be alone with him in the house again.

As she walked up to his sporty Firebird he opened the window, took one look at her and burst out laughing. “I see it but I don’t believe it! When your parents told me…”

Libby glanced around to see if anyone was close enough to hear his over loud comments. “What are you doing here?” She cut him off with a harsh whisper, angry with her parents for their interference. When would they get it through their heads that it was over between her and Scott? For that matter, when would he? “Don’t even think about getting out of the car.”

He totally ignored her and opened the door, forcing Libby to take a step back. “Oh, I plan on doing a lot more than just getting out, baby.” His tone was beyond arrogant, it was filled with a smug confidence that backed up the I have the upper hand look in his laughing eyes.

Libby wondered what he was up to. “What do you want?” She returned a wave from the Nelsons as they walked down their driveway for their evening stroll, careful to keep her voice down. When she returned her eyes to Scott it was to catch him giving her the once-over with a leering grin on his face. He was looking straight through her disguise.

“You! he whispered sharply. “And you know what, my beautiful Libby? Thanks to your folks I’ve found a way to get you back.” He paused for effect, the look in his eyes worrying her.

“On my terms.”

“What? You’re crazy, Scott. I meant what I said the other day.” Libby began to get an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Scott was too sure of himself. The look on his face reminded her of all the times he’d won, whether it was by his skill in the courtroom or in their private lives, when she’d given in to his practiced charm. “It’s over between us.”

“Is it?”

He surprised Libby by reaching forward; only she reared back, remaining just out of reach. “I want you to leave.” She glanced at the couple riding by on their bikes making sure they weren’t within earshot then added, “Now, Scott. And I don’t want to see you again.”

“Really?” Scott leaned back against his car and crossed his arms, getting a little too comfortable as far as Libby was concerned. He didn’t look like he was about to leave anytime soon. “You’re not in any position to tell me what to do. As long as you want to keep your little secret you’ll be doing what I want from here on out,” he continued arrogantly.

“My little secret?” With a sinking heart Libby knew what Scott was getting at, she just couldn’t believe he would stoop so low just to get her back. She’d underestimated him.

“Come on, baby. The only reason you’re masquerading around in this old lady disguise is to stay here with your grandmother, so they won’t put her in some old folks’ home. Your being here breaks the rules.”

“So what are you saying? You’re going to give me away if I don’t go back to you? You’d do that to my grandmother?” He shrugged. “Mom and Dad think a lot of you, Scott. If they knew you were blackmailing me like this…”

“I prefer to think of it as a means to make you see reason, baby. We belong together.”

Libby realized her mistake in not letting Scott inside the house because it kept her from slapping his arrogant face. She couldn’t take the chance that someone might see them. Tears of frustration filled her eyes. What made it worse was the look of triumph in his. She was so mad that she couldn’t speak. She swung around to pull herself together.

How could she ever have thought she loved this man?

Movement from Vincent’s porch drew her gaze in that direction. It was Logan. He was just standing there, looking tall and powerful, and watching them. He raised his arm and took a drink of something. Libby wondered how long he’d been there, and if he’d heard anything. He must think it strange to see Reba and Scott so engrossed in a conversation.

“Don’t think lover boy is going to save you this time either.”

Libby rolled her eyes and reached up to wipe at her eyes beneath the glasses. Before she could face Scott again Logan opened the door and began walking their way. His expression was hard to read, and the closer he got the more she was able to make out the anger burning in his eyes. For a moment she let herself believe it was for her, that he somehow sensed she needed him and was coming to rescue her. But how could that be?

Their eyes met. For a heart stopping moment Libby had a strong feeling that Logan knew the truth about her. His mouth tightened as his gaze moved over her.

“Good evening, Logan.” She lowered her eyes, afraid she’d give herself away.

“What do you want?” Scott asked not giving Logan a chance to respond to her.

Libby’s gaze shot up to Logan, watching for his reaction.

His gaze moved over her head to where Scott was. “I want to talk to you.”

What in the world did Logan want to talk to Scott about?

She turned, having the satisfaction of seeing Scott’s face pale slightly. Gone was the smug self assured man of a moment ago.

“Do you mind giving us a few minutes, Reba?” Logan asked.

Her gaze went to Scott. Would he give her away? She knew him well enough to know she couldn’t trust the slight narrowing of his eyes. It was his way of warning her, reminding Libby that he had the upper hand. She loved her grandmother, but there was no way she was going to let him blackmail her into going back to him. She couldn’t stand the thought of his hands on her again.

“Not at all.” Her voice cracked naturally. “And when you’re done talking you might as well go home, Scott. Libby isn’t here.”

There! That should tell him exactly what she thought about his underhanded techniques. It might cost her, but she at least had the satisfaction of seeing the disbelief fill his eyes. If he decided to ruin everything she’d deal with it when the time came. But something told her Scott would keep her secret as long as he thought it still gave him some leverage.

He wasn’t one who gave in at the first sign of failure.

She turned and made a hasty retreat back into the house, closing the door behind her to peer at them for a moment through the small window. It looked like Logan was doing most of the talking. She wished she could hear what he was saying. Judging by the look on Scott’s face he didn’t like it one bit. He hadn’t moved from his position against his car. Then something Scott said caused Logan to make a sudden move. Libby caught her breath when he grabbed Scott by the front of the shirt, his biceps flexing as he yanked Scott close to utter something in his face, before tossing him back against his car.

Goodness, an angry Logan took Libby’s breath away. He looked like a dangerous animal, captivatingly irresistible, sexy. Her gaze ran down the length of him, pleased over the outline of his thick, strong thighs beneath the tight denim of his jeans, mesmerized by the noticeable protuberance in the zipper area that revealed even in its flaccid state his male member was impressive. Remembering what a thorough, powerful lover Logan was caused a flutter of intense desire inside her belly, and her pulse quickened.

But the physical attraction paled in comparison to the emotional one gripping her heart.

Her gaze shifted to Scott, seeing nothing there to interest her as a woman. She breathed a sigh of relief when he turned and got into his car. Logan stood there for a second, watching him disappear down the road, before whipping back to look in her direction.

Startled, Libby quickly moved away from the door, leaning against the wall next to it. Her hand covered her suddenly racing heart. It was a good thing she wasn’t a seventy- year-old woman! Several seconds passed until she forced herself to close the kitchen door and head for the bathroom. A nice cool shower was in order. Maybe it would wash away more than just the makeup caking her face. With a little luck if would also cleanse the futile thoughts wishing for something she couldn’t have.

LOGAN DIDN’T KNOW HOW long he stood there, staring at the door, knowing Libby was just on the other side. If he was smart he’d head home to finish the beer that was warming on the porch table. He thought about his confrontation with her pompous ex, knowing that he’d overstepped his bounds. He didn’t have any claim on Libby. Yet he remembered the first time he’d interrupted them in her kitchen, and the thought of the other man putting his hands on her again had enraged him.

He was glad he decided to follow his hunch when he first glanced over and saw them talking. Something had told Logan it wasn’t a friendly conversation. When he’d gotten close enough to see the hurt in Libby’s eyes it had been all he could do to wait until she was gone to set Scott straight.

Recalling her tears, he walked up to the door, telling himself all he wanted to do was make sure she was okay. He opened the screen door and rapped his knuckles against the door, listening for movement on the other side. It sounded like the TV was on. He waited, and then knocked again. And that’s when Logan heard Libby scream. Not once, but several ear piercing shrieks in rapid succession. He didn’t hesitate. Adrenaline kicked into overdrive and he pushed the door open, rushing into the kitchen and beyond. Her screams directed him toward the back of the house where he knew the bedrooms were located. He came to the end of the hallway where it split off, leading to two bedrooms.

He halted. “Libby! Where are you?”

“Logan!”

He could clearly hear the surprise in her tone. He followed her voice into one of the rooms, his eyes taking in his surroundings, not seeing Libby anywhere. Then his gaze landed on something on the floor that was straight out of a sci-fi movie. It appeared to be the melted form of a human body, and Logan knew immediately that it had to be Libby’s body suit.

“Shoo…don’t move!” He heard her say in a tone thick with alarm. “I’m in the bathroom!” she hollered. “Please hurry!”

Logan sprinted to the open door on the other side of the room, halting in the threshold. His eyes zeroed in on Libby immediately. She was standing on the commode,

hiding behind a small pink towel that didn’t disguise the fact she was naked. Her hair was loose, resembling a wildfire out of control. Their eyes met briefly. He acknowledged the fear in

hers before movement out of the corner of his eye caused him to lower his gaze to the floor.

Coiled in the corner next to the door was a black snake he gauged to be about three feet long. He knew at once it wasn’t poisonous.

“I was just about to take a shower when I saw it,” Libby gasped from her position. “Get it out but don’t hurt it.” She looked damn cute cowering there, terrified of the reptile yet

concerned for its safety at the same time.

Grinning, Logan’s eyes met hers again. “Afraid of a little snake?”

“Afraid of any snake!”

He bent to grab it.

“Don’t hurt it!” she reminded him sharply.

He halted, glancing back at her, a thought coming to mind. “What’s it worth to you if I don’t hurt it?” He shouldn’t have, but he purposely let his eyes drop down her body and back

up again. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen Libby naked, only there was something very sexy about her trying to hide behind an inadequate towel. The curve of her

breasts was visible at the sides, as was the indentation of her waist and curve of her h**s.

His visual caress continued, taking in the length of her shapely thighs and legs beneath the edge of the pink cloth. He felt a stirring south of his belt but ignored it. He hadn’t come

there to make love to Libby. His eyes darted back up to hers. She knew what she was doing to him. He’d started out teasing her, only the joke was on him the second she dropped her

towel.

“Ooops!”

There was nothing innocent about Libby, not her breathless exclamation or the brazen fire blazing in her eyes. A laugh burst from Logan, echoing sharply against the small tiled walls.

All the while his eyes roamed over her perfect form like a starved man, gaining nourishment through his sense of sight. She gasped, blushing. It occurred to Logan that she might be embarrassed over her daring move.

His eyes returned to hers, not missing the impish gleam shining in them. There wasn’t a shy bone in Libby’s body. She stood there proudly, all but daring Logan to do something about it. She was a bewitching witch, turning the tables on him before he saw it coming.

Arousal exploded through him like fireworks on the Fourth of July. “You’re playing with fire,” he croaked.

“You started it.”

She was right. Only before he could do anything about it the snake began to uncoil from its position, drawing both their attention.

“Logan…”

He quickly scooped the reptile up from the floor, thankful for the interruption. Libby had too much power over him. It was bad enough he couldn’t be around her five minutes without wanting her, but she was also messing with his mind, and worse, his heart. Ignoring the hunger she’d unleashed, he left the room to get rid of the snake. It didn’t take him long to reach the side door that lead to the back of the house. Opening it, he set the snake down on the first step and closed the door again.

By the time he made it back to the bedroom he heard the water running, realizing Libby was in the shower. Logan hesitated, struggling between continuing into the bathroom and turning around to leave. His hard-on decided it for him. He kicked off his shoes while reaching for the hem to his shirt. He whipped it over his head, tossing it on her bed as he walked by. Without missing a move his hands moved to his belt, quickly unbuckling it and bringing the zipper down. He reached the bathroom doorway, taking a moment to roll his jeans down and kick them away.

He paused, enjoying the sight of Libby behind the frosted glass of the shower door. He could see enough to know she was rinsing her hair. Then she reached for the body wash, and with hungry eyes Logan watched her run the soapy puff over her neck and down her breasts. His c**k jumped as though saying, what are you waiting for? What was he waiting for?

When her hands glided down to the dark curls between her legs his knees grew weak with desire. He opened the door.

Libby’s hands halted. The invitation was in her eyes. Logan stepped into the stall and closed the door behind him. Words weren’t necessary. The look on her face told him Libby was already turned on. Her lips were parted, her eyes half closed. Her nipples were like rosy berries against her quivering breasts. Streams of soap trailed down her body as it was rinsed away with the spray of water falling on her. His gaze dropped, taking in her shapely form, the glistening hair between her legs. He reached out, wrapping an arm around her tiny waist and jerked her against him.

Her head fell back, a sharp gasp escaping her. Logan swooped down and covered her mouth with his. That was all it took for the passion to erupt between them. And they were kissing like it was their first, their last. Sounds of mutual pleasure filled the room as their tongues battled in a dance as old as time. Logan thrust his h**s, his full e******n jabbing between Libby’s quivering thighs. His hands closed over her breasts, squeezing gently. But it was Libby’s gentle hands cupping his balls that pushed him over the edge.

A fire of need fueled his b***d with a gut-wrenching need. His hands moved to Libby’s waist and he pushed her away. Their eyes met. They were both gasping for breath. Then Logan flipped her around and pushed her against the wall. Her gasp was a mixture of pleasure and surprise. He could only imagine how the cool tile felt against her hot, wet flesh, her stimulated nipples. His hands caressed down her arms. He took hold of her wrists and slowly pulled her arms up until her palms were flush against the tile over her head.

Logan leaned into her, his hard flesh eager to explore the soft folds of her buttocks. Libby cried out softly and tried to turn around, but he held her firmly in place. His heart was pounding like a jackhammer and he leaned in close, running his open mouth along the side of her throat up to her ear. His teeth nibbled at her lobe as he whispered,

“Am I hurting you?”

“God, no!” Libby gasped, shuddering wildly. As though to prove her point she thrust her bottom back into his e******n, rotating her h**s. A soft m**n escaped her, a g***n escaped him.

Logan slowly released her wrists, confident now that she would remain where he wanted her. His hands trailed down her arms and shoulders, continuing down her sides and over her h**s. Libby twitched, causing him to smile.

“Ticklish?”

She nodded.

His hands glided smoothly around to the front of her, his fingers splaying over her flesh as they moved along. Ever so slowly his hands smoothed downward, between Libby’s thighs, then back up to the most intimate part of her. She quivered beneath his touch, gasping sharply when his fingers slipped inside her, teasing her, testing her. Driving her wild.

“Logan!”

Her impassioned plea urged him to continue. Libby’s h**s moved sensuously against his invading fingers, while his h**s thrust against the satin softness of her bottom.

A rhythm developed between them that escalated with every movement they made. Soon it wasn’t enough, Logan wanted more. His fingers slipped out of her. Words weren’t needed.

They each had the same needs and right now they wanted to consume each other. Libby spread her legs, arched her back and thrust her buttocks out, giving Logan the leverage he needed to enter her body from behind. He was rock-hard; it wasn’t difficult guiding his aching flesh past the welcoming gates of her slick p***y. One deep thrust and he was buried to the hilt inside her.

“Oh my God!” she cried out. “Logan…” A shudder racked Libby’s body, but she kept her arms against the wall over her head.

“Hell!” he exploded. She was tight, wet, and hot. And he was about to lose control. His hands slapped the wall above Libby’s head; he kept his body close against hers and began to plunge deeply, building up speed.

Libby turned her face sideways and Logan swooped down, kissing her hungrily. Her mouth opened to the invasion of his tongue as easily as her body accepted the penetration of his possession. He couldn’t stop the rolling blast of release spiraling through his body, but there were ways of slowing it down.

Logan forced himself to pull back and wait, until the urge to finish diminished. He owed it to Libby to see to her needs too. He brought one arm down, his hand moving between Libby’s body and the wall until he reached the swollen clit of her desire. It was hard and pulsing, and she nearly crumbled when his finger flicked over it. She trembled violently, gasping loudly as he played with her.

“Logan…I can’t take any more!” she cried, trying to move away from his hand.

“Let it go, baby…” He whispered the words against the back of her neck, his guttural tone revealing his state. His body held her captive against the tile, his c**k throbbing inside her, the water beating down on them. He was about at the end of his limit too, the fire erupting in his gut a signal the inevitable was going to happen soon.

“Oh…”

Her tortured whisper revealed she was close. “Come for me, baby,” Logan encouraged, pulling back only once to thrust forward again. He stilled. “I’ll come with you.”

“Logan!”

The uncontrolled movement of Libby’s body signaled her release. Logan pulled back and slammed his h**s against her a second time. She cried out. He did it again, groaning low when it tested his own strength to hold out. Being inside her felt too damn good. As though sensing it she thrust her buttocks back against him and rotated her h**s, ending his control.

He g*****d as a rolling climax gripped his body. The feeling was so intense that Logan collapsed against her. It was as if Libby was draining his soul from his body. He shuddered uncontrollably, his heart pounding loud and fast.

Her soft whimpers were barely audible beneath the sound of the running water and the sound of his harsh breathing. He struggled to bring it under control. For a long moment it was all Logan could do to remain on his feet. He slowly lowered his arms away from the wall, letting his hands fall upon Libby’s shoulders.

They both released a little sound when he slipped out of her, but still Logan didn’t step away from her. He tried to tell himself it was because of his spent state, but he knew it was much more than that. He wanted to remain close to Libby. If they’d been in bed he would have wrapped her in his arms and cuddled with her. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d wanted to do that.

Somehow Libby managed to turn against the wall until she was facing him. He met the fading glimmer of desire in her eyes, bending to k**s the slight smile of satisfaction off her luscious mouth. Her slightly trembling lips tasted sweet but Logan was forced to keep it brief because he was still out of breath.

Pulling back, he grinned down at her. “Do you know what I want to do right now?”

The corners of her lips turned up into a knowing smile. “Smoke?”

A chuckle escaped Logan. Libby was good at catching him by surprise. “No, I want to curl up in bed with you and take a nap.”

“Really?” She laughed, her eyes sparkling. Logan wondered if she knew that her hands had smoothed down his sides to rest upon his h**s. “You don’t exactly look like the napping kind of man.”

He wasn’t. And he sure as hell didn’t know where that thought had come from. Logan felt like he’d revealed too much. To keep from having to explain it away he kissed Libby again.

This time when his mouth closed over hers he took his time, savoring the soft texture of her full mouth, gliding over it with enough force that she had no alternative but to open hers to his searching tongue. Melding into him, her soft m**n sparked renewed desire in Logan’s loins.

When he drew away they were both a little out of breath.

“When is Margaret due back?”

Libby’s eyes widened as he reached for the bar of fragrant soap in the dish beneath the showerhead. “By nine.” Her eyes followed his as he bent to retrieve the long ago discarded body puff. “Why?”

Logan wondered if she thought it odd that he hadn’t inquired about Reba. “Might as well make use of this shower.” He lathered the puff with the soap before bringing it down on Libby’s throat. He gently ran it over her shoulders and arms, then transferred it to her breasts, and down her belly. “Turn around and I’ll do your back.”

Libby did as she was told without question, though Logan heard her little sigh of pleasure when he moved her long hair aside and planted a k**s on the back of her neck. He ran the puff over her back and down to her waist, before dropping to his knees. Leaning forward, he kissed the cheeks of her buttocks before washing them too. “Turn around and I’ll do your front.”

Libby laughed softly and again did as she was commanded. Their eyes met as Logan brought the puff up her legs and thighs to the curls between her legs. He worked up lather, making sure the shower rinsed her clean. “So beautiful.” Libby’s hands fell upon his shoulders as he leaned forward to k**s her.

A little cry of surprise escaped her when his tongue darted out, slicing through her p***y lips and brushing against the button hidden there. He felt her trembling and couldn’t resist doing it several more times before rising to his feet. He found Libby leaning weakly against the wall, her eyes half closed and her mouth slightly opened. Their eyes met and held.

“If heaven has a flavor it would taste like you,” Logan said, a second before he took her mouth. He crushed Libby to him, welcoming the fire burning in his b***d. Knowing too where it would take them. His body was rejuvenated and he wanted her again. The intensity took his breath away.

His hand took the place of the puff, which fell to the floor at their feet. He caressed Libby’s slick body, touching her all over, getting a rapid response as she twisted against him, moaning deeply. When Logan felt her small hand encircle his c**k, it almost had the power to bring him to his knees. He thrust into her caress as a moment of madness took control, and then Libby surprised him by pulling away.

“No!” Her soft whisper echoed throughout the tiny bathroom.

Logan could only look into the haze of her desire filled eyes and wonder what was going on. She’d seemed into it as much as he was. In fact, her hand was still caressing his pulsing flesh.

“You pick a fine time to say no.” He wasn’t angry, but he was curious at the light of amusement dancing in her eyes. What was she up to?

Her smile grew. “It’s your turn.” Logan watched as she scooped the puff off the floor. “Then we’ll see what, ah, develops.”

He relaxed in spite of the pleasure her hand was giving him. If Libby could wait, so could he. They both knew how it was going to end. She was forced to let go of his c**k when she lathered the puff up with the same bar of soap he’d used. Like him she began with his throat. Because she was so small she had to reach up on her tiptoes, which brought her breast into delicious contact against his chest. As she moved the puff over his flesh her breasts ground against him. He growled, his c**k jumping wildly.

“Feel good?” she inquired, smiling.

She obviously misinterpreted why he’d g*****d. “You have no idea.”

She continued over his shoulders and down his arms, moving the puff over his chest and belly. Logan held his breath, waiting to see if she’d bathe his private parts, a little disappointed when she indicated he should turn around. Next he felt the puff against his back, moving down to his waist and h**s. He didn’t realize Libby fell to her knees until he felt her k**s against the cheek of his buttocks.

“Turn around and I’ll do your front.”

Grinning, Logan complied without comment. He glanced down at Libby, meeting the amusement in her eyes. They didn’t break eye contact as she ran the puff along his legs and thighs, stopping within inches of his jutting e******n. Logan tried to swallow but his tongue had swollen to twice its size. The look in her eyes said more than words, reflecting her desire, her wants. Then her gaze fell and he didn’t know what was worse, having her eyes eat him up or the little puffs of air that rushed from her mouth against his aching flesh.

Spellbound, he waited to see what she was going to do next, nearly having heart failure when she leaned forward and licked at his e******n with all the enthusiasm of someone eating that long awaited ice cream cone.

Realizing their shower was over; Logan reached blindly for the taps and turned off the water. When Libby took him in her mouth he leaned back against the wall in a moment of weakness, groaning low in his throat. He closed his eyes for a second, welcoming the explosion of pleasure flooding his body. In no time a river of fire flowed through his veins, and he was nearing the end of his control. Reaching down, he grabbed Libby by the arms and hauled her to her feet.

“The next time we make love it’s going to be in a bed.”