Playing With Fyre

by Mina Carter

  The firelight turned his pale eyes to amber. Amber laced with a dark expression that made her shiver as he reached out, winding a strand of her hair around his finger.

  "You're beautiful, absolutely beautiful.” His soft words captivated her, curled around her heart, and Rae was lost. This was wrong, she knew it was wrong. She wasn't who he thought she was; she wasn't his wife, and to let him carry on with thinking that was a huge breach of trust.

  "Logan.” Her hand stopped him before he could kiss her again. He did and she wouldn't have the strength to stop this, to put things right.

  He paused, looking down at her in concern. “What's the matter love? Am I going too fast? I'm sorry ... I'll stop ... I shouldn't have pushed you.” He sat up, his back to her as he looked into the fire broodingly. Behind him Rae sat up slowly, worry and nerves twisting in her gut.

  "I'm sorry.” He sighed, a deep heartfelt sigh and racked a hand through his close cropped hair. His hand was shaking.

  "I don't want to screw this up. I have this weird feeling I won't get a second chance.” He paused and laughed. A derisive little sound that pulled at Rae's heart-strings. “But then I kiss you and I can't help myself. You're driving me mad, Rae."

  She crept forwards, her hand stealing out to touch him on the arm. A gentle touch to reassure, to give comfort. His hand closed over hers. He looked over his shoulder, the expression in his eyes one of anguish.

  "Please Rae, just let me hold you.” He begged and she was lost. She couldn't refuse a plea like that, not from another person only wanting comfort. She nodded, settling against him as he lay down on his back and pulled her into his arms. She rested her cheek on his chest and closed her eyes. Comfortable in front of the fire and nestled against the length of his body, she started to drift off.

  Logan felt the instant her body started to relax, and smiled up at the ceiling. Everything was going perfectly. She'd had a long day and had been on her feet for most of it. The hot bath had been calculated to relax her and with a full stomach she'd actually started to nod off. Far from being annoyed Logan was pleased. It meant she was getting more comfortable with him. Which meant he could move the evening into phase two. Sure, he'd gotten the champagne, but getting a woman drunk to seduce her was for amateurs. Logan's game was far longer reaching.

  He rolled to his side, careful not to disturb her too much. She murmured a little at the change in position, her eyes opening for a second and fluttering closed again. Yeah, she was almost under. Almost but not quite. Leaning in he brushed his lips against hers, sighing in pleasure as she responded, the warm silk of her lips moving against his.

  He moved half over her to deepen the kiss, a thrill running through him as she responded automatically. Her eyes flicked open as she came to, for which Logan was grateful. He was into seduction, not rape. Taking an insensible woman was unforgiveable, and sort of sick in his opinion. No, she had to be aware of her surroundings, capable of making her own decisions. This evening was about lowering her inhibitions. Making her comfortable and getting past her guard. He wanted the thrill of her surrender, of being so swept away and turned on she couldn't resist him.

  He carried on kissing her, sweeping his tongue along the seam of her lips. A silent request for access to their honeyed recesses. She stiffened a little and he held his breath. Surely she wasn't going to stop him? Pressed against her from breast to thigh, he could feel her heart pounding, knew she was as affected by this as he was.

  Triumph filled him as she relaxed, opening up for him. A thrill shot through him, through his veins and straight to his cock, as he deepened the kiss. A groan escaped him as he swept his tongue into her mouth, drinking at her lips as though he couldn't get enough. He never would be able to get enough of this; the thought hit him from nowhere as his hand swept up her side. He needed to touch her, needed to get these clothes off her and bury himself up to the hilt in her softness.

  His need transmitted itself to Rae, a shiver running through her body as his hands caressed the curve of her waist. Large hands which pushed the fabric of her top up so his hand could slide against her bare skin. His touch left fire in its wake, a tingling trail along her ribs. His thumb swept the under curve of her breast, not quite touching it but near enough to have Rae gasping. Under her t-shirt her nipples beaded, visible as they pushed against the thin fabric of her bra. Absently she was grateful she'd picked nice underwear that matched, rather than the mix-matched underwear she normally wore.

  His lips nibbled and drank at hers, blocking any chance she might have had of forming a coherent thought sometime this century, before he moved along her jaw and down her neck. Her back arched automatically, her body accepting and welcoming his touch even as her mind started to slide into blissful oblivion.

  How long was it since she'd had sex? Not since ... Her mind tried to count up and came to a tally which surprised her. God, it can't have been that long could it? Three years without sex? No wonder she was ready to leap on the first guy to show an interest. Another shiver hit her, a wave of goose bumps rising over her skin as he pushed her top up higher, baring her stomach.

  She sucked her breath in as he moved down, planting gentle kisses over the newly revealed skin. Why had no one told her the stomach was an erogenous zone? A moan tried to break free from her lips as he worked his way around, adding small licks between his kisses until the fabric of her top stopped him. He started to lift up but Rae moved, stopped him, making a decision and reaching down to pull the fabric up and over her head, discarding it over her head.

  She watched him nervously, lying underneath him in her bra and jeans, and putting the details of how they came to be here at the back of her mind. She wanted this, needed this. No man had touched her this way before, had made her this hot with just a few touches. But now that she was here and he was looking at her in all her glory, she was nervous. Shivery, shaky kneed and hot. She wasn't the supermodel type, she knew that, but she had a good figure, curves in the right places.

  His eyes flared with heat as they travelled over her. “Gorgeous,” he murmured. “Just fu ... gorgeous.” His last words were muffled as he leaned down and buried his face in her cleavage. She had an impressive cleavage and her bra displayed it to best advantage. His lips branded her skin as he kissed down the valley between her breasts, then over the soft mounds where they pushed up against black satin fabric.

  "Sorry babe, this is pretty but it's got to go.” Rae didn't get chance to argue or even absorb the words, Logan's fingers snaking between her breasts to flick the catch on her bra. She gasped as it fell away, her breasts spilling from their confinement into his waiting hands. The next second his hot lips closed over one sensitive nipple, sucking it into the warm cavern of his mouth and suckling. This time the moan did escape, a soft breathy sound of complete arousal which had him smiling against the silky skin of her breast.

  "Oh you like that? Good, because I like doing it ... I like the way you feel, how you taste...” Logan's voice was sheer temptation as he fondled her breasts, his hands cupping and shaping them. He held them in place, lavishing attention on them until Rae was nearly squirming under him and begging him to take her, to fuck her, there and then.

  "Logan...” Her hands smoothed over his shoulders, along the side of his neck, through his hair. Anywhere she could touch him. She didn't care, she needed to touch him.

  "It's okay babe, I know.” His hands stroked down her rib cage and lower. “How about we get rid of these now, hmmm?” His fingers started worked at the fastener and zip of her jeans but he was too slow for Rae. With a small sound of impatience she pushed his hands away, unsnapping them herself and pushing them down her legs with quick movements. Finally she managed to kick them off, her attention on him.

  His nostrils flared slightly as the rest of her body was revealed to him, naked except for the tiny scrap of satin masquerading as underwear. He didn't say anything, stripping off his own shirt, a dark look in his eyes which made Rae quake with need and anticipation.

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nbsp; She'd never seen anything quite as erotic in her life. The look in Logan's eyes as he looked at her was sheer lust, terrifying and beautiful. Primal in its intensity. She reached a hand out to smooth down his naked chest, fingers flicking over his flat male nipple gently before smoothing down his stomach to the impressive hardness tenting the front of his jeans.

  "Oh no doll, not yet.” His voice was somewhere between a growl of warning and one of need. “Touch me at the moment and I'll lose control, you'll be flat on your back under me before you can blink."

  A thrill of pleasure shot through Rae at his words, pleasure and triumph that she had so much control, that she could reduce him that.

  "Oh yeah? And if that's what I want?” She grew bolder and moved her hand down to massage him through the denim. His hand closed around her wrist, his eyes locked on hers as he pulled her hand away gently.

  "I have other plans, like making you scream with pleasure a couple of times beforehand.” He pushed her back down to lie on her back. He scooted down, his hand stroking down her front as he knelt between her thighs. Parting them with one hand he used the other to roll one of her nipples between his fingers.

  "Logan, plea—"

  He chuckled and gave in, trailing a finger up her inner thigh towards the part of her which ached for his touch. Her pussy clenched hard as he drew closer and closer to the damp scrap of satin between her thighs. But when he reached it he didn't give Rae the touch she desperately needed, instead skipping over and stroking down the other side. She groaned in frustration, driving her hands in her hair, her back arching helplessly as he did it again. Teasing her, making her hotter and wetter with need.

  "You're a tease,” she accused, peeking down at him through the tangled mess her hair had become. He grinned up at her unrepentantly as he slowly dragged her thongs down her legs.

  "Sweetheart, you ain't seen nothing yet.” He promised as he settled down. Her eyes fluttered closed, the first touch of his lips by her knee making her jump a little. Oh god, how embarrassing, she was so turned on that a kiss on the inside of her knee nearly made her come!

  Her breathing stuttered, air difficult to draw into her lungs as he worked his way up her inner thigh. Doing exactly the same as he had on her stomach, soft kisses and small licks. She shivered, anticipating the touch of his tongue probing her folds, the first brush of his warm tongue against her clit. Her body tightened hard as he got closer, his hands spreading her thighs to allow him better access. Rae moved eagerly at his silent order. She bit her lip as he used his thumbs to spread her, anticipating his first touch ... and nearly howled as he moved his hands, kissing down the inside of her other thigh.

  "You've got to be fucking kidding me!” If he didn't touch her soon, she was going to explode from sheer need and frustration. She started to lift up, to drag him to where she needed him most, when he chuckled and moved.

  The first stab of his tongue into her heated flesh took her by surprise. A whimper escaped as he spread her folds again and slowly licked all the way up from her entrance to her clit. Once he'd found the small nub of flesh he stopped, licking and nibbling, drawing it into his mouth and suckling until Rae moaned aloud in pleasure.

  "Oh god yeah, that feels good.” She encouraged him, her hips rocking as he played her body expertly. As though he knew exactly where and how to touch her to bring her to instant arousal, knew which parts of her were the most sensitive, which touches and strokes she liked the best. If she hadn't known better even she'd have been misled into thinking he was actually her husband, he seemed to know her body so well.

  He slid his finger into her pussy, eliciting a loud moan from her. A moan that was nothing compared to the one she gave as he added a second blunt ended digit. His fingers moved in and out of her body, fucking her.

  She bit her lip, trying to hold in her moans. Trying to hold back the impending climax as he curled his fingers up inside her, finding the sensitive spot hidden behind her pelvis, and stroking it.

  "Come for me Rae.” He urged between licks and sucks at her clit. “I want to hear you scream, hear my name on your lips."

  She shivered, trying to hold on as long as she could, but it was impossible. With a small cry her body tightened, hips bucking against him as white hot pleasure radiated out from her core to fill every cell in her body. She moaned, riding the sensual waves as he slid his fingers from her.

  Her back arched, her hands cupping her breasts as he watched her, standing up to pull his jeans and boxers off with short, jerky movements. His erection bobbed up, freed from its confinement to stand proud against his taut belly.

  "Christ, don't look at me like that Rae, or this is going to be the quickest fuck you've ever had.” He dropped to his knees between her thighs. His big body trembled as he hooked his hands under her knees and pulled her towards him with a quick movement.

  Rae laughed, on the tail end of her climax and feeling better than she had in months, years. “Whoa! Slow down Casa—” Her eyes widened as, without warning, he reached between them and slid the broad head of his cock against her heated flesh, slick from his tongue and her own excitement. “—nova, I'm not going anywhere."

  She caught her breath as he pushed into her. A small movement, just the head of his cock pushing into her, stretching her. He moved again, sliding in a little more, then sliding out almost all the way again. His eyes locked onto hers, watching her every second as she watched him. Saw the heat in the pale orbs flare each time he pushed forwards, working himself deeper inside her with each short movement. She shuddered, almost on the verge of coming again as her body welcomed him, stretching around him.

  He growled as he pushed the last half inch, sliding into her to the hilt. Rae shivered as she felt him pulse within her, his cock jerking in response to the wet heat of her body. “That feels good,” she whispered as she stroked a hand along his ribcage.

  "Good, because this is going to feel fan-bloody-tastic.” He moved, sliding nearly all the way out and driving back in with a power that took Rae's breath away.

  "Oh god, yes!” She wrapped her legs about him as he set up a hard and fast rhythm. Her body was slick and wet, more than prepared for him, so his forcefulness only added to her excitement. The heat between them drove higher with each thrust of his hips against hers, the only sound in the room the slide and slap of skin against skin and her soft moans. It was just the sort of sex Rae liked, not violent but strong, powerful sex. The sort of sex that had her hot and bothered for days afterwards just thinking about it.

  She whimpered as the tension she thought had been relieved by her earlier orgasm returned tenfold, her pussy clamping tighter around him as he drove into her. Braced on his arms above her his expression was tight, controlled as he moved over her, within her. As though he was holding on to every last bit of control he had. She moaned, the need and pressure growing in her core as he thrust into her again and again.

  "That's it Rae, come for me, I want you to come all over my cock.” He buried his face into the curve of her neck, his voice a growl as his lips found the sensitive spot under her ear again.

  She shuddered, his words opening the floodgates. Her back arched, pleasure exploding out from her core in a lazy spiral. The wet heat of her climax flooded her channel, bathing his cock. He gasped as the heat and tightness of her body around his drove him over the edge. With a hoarse cry he slammed into her one last time, his cock pulsing and jerking as he came.

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  Chapter 6

  She was such a hypocrite. Much later that night Rae lay on her back, Logan fast asleep next to her, and studied the cracks in the ceiling. She should really get that sorted. With a bit of filler and a lick of paint, it would be as good as new. Well, maybe not as good as new, since the building was over two hundred years old. She shook her head, folding her arm under it as sleep continued to evade her.

  She fidgeted, her eyes moving over Logan's sleeping form. He was an incredible lover. Rae enjoyed sex, always had, but there was
sex and there was sex. Logan elevated the mere act into something approaching an art form. How many women had he been with to have learnt all that? And why did she care? She was using him to get what she wanted; his sexual history shouldn't matter a jot to her.

  They'd made love three times, twice downstairs and once after he'd carried her up the stairs, giggling and protesting he couldn't carry her weight all the way. He'd silenced her with a kiss so hot she'd almost melted into a puddle on the stairs right then.

  She sighed, resisting the urge to reach out and stroke gently along his arm. As his ‘wife,’ she had it all—his love—and she was finding out that he was a very loving, affectionate guy indeed ... She huffed and turned over, away from him, and pressed her eyes closed. Putting temptation from her mind as she tried to sleep.

  But she wasn't his wife. And the deeper she got into this, the more worried she got that he did have a wife somewhere. He'd accepted the presence of a wife, her presence, so readily. Surely he'd know, deep down, if he was married or not? If he loved someone enough to make a life-long commitment to them?

  Would she? She'd never felt that sort of love, the all-encompassing deeply romantic love she'd have to feel to marry someone.

  Perhaps that was why she was single at the moment. She'd wanted what her parents had before her mother's death. A deep, true love that had lasted years, even beyond the grave. Her father had been in love with Rae's mother to the day he had died, when he had succumbed to the cancer he'd been successfully fighting. As though he lost the will to fight.

  She sighed and punched the pillow, mangling it into a more comfortable shape for her head. This time when she closed her eyes, she started to drift into an uneasy sleep.