Out of Control

by Tory Richards

  Logan’s head jerked back, the intensity in his eyes causing Libby to catch her breath. “Then maybe I need to show her what I’m hungry for,” he grated, slipping his knee between Libby’s thighs, at the same time letting his hands drop to her bare waist. As their bodies swayed intimately against each other, he guided their movements.

  “Logan…” she gasped, her eyes growing round at his unexpected and very sexual move. Her first thought was to pull away but her body responded to his so rapidly that it left her feeling confused and slightly brain dead.

  “Relax, it’s all for show.”

  “Oh, then, that’s okay,” Libby muttered beneath her breath, mildly irritated. Didn’t he realize she was attracted to him? That her body was reacting to his closeness at that very second? Couldn’t he sense her response or feel how fast her heart rate had suddenly picked up speed? Of course he couldn’t, because she was the only one melting inside. For him it was all for show.

  “What’s that?” he asked, pulling back enough to meet her eyes. “Did you say something?”

  “Nothing,” Libby grumbled, closing her eyes and leaning her head lightly upon his chest.

  She barely breathed as Logan moved them slowly around the dance floor. She chewed on the inside of her cheek because no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t ignore the way he made her feel. Every movement of his solid thigh against the most private part of her made her aware of the pleasurable friction building there. Making her tingle and achy. She could only thank God he couldn’t feel her breasts swell against his chest, or know that her nipples were so hard they ached. Scott had never got a reaction out of her this easy, or so fast.

  She tried to drown out everything but the music sounding throughout the room, and prayed that it would end soon. But when she felt Logan’s hard-on pushing against her, a flush of arousal wet her panties. Damn! She closed her eyes, mentally replacing his hard thigh with another part of his body. And before she knew it Logan shifted his lower body until her wish came true. An audible sound of pleasure escaped her. Libby’s eyes flew open to see if he heard it. What she saw was a stamp of raw desire on Logan’s chiseled features, proof that his actions affected him just as strongly.

  Libby couldn’t take anymore. “Do you think this is wise?”

  “Probably not, although I had a legitimate purpose at the time. Damned if I can remember what it was.”

  Libby sighed. All else was forgotten but the man moving sensuously against her, making her aware of his every essence. Drawing a response from her body that hadn’t been very far from the surface to begin with. His hands tightened against her naked waist. She could feel the heat of his touch. Her panties became wetter where the denim covering his bone-hard arousal teased her without mercy. Libby was aware that she should move away, but she did the opposite instead, parting her thighs more and seeking out the fire between his legs.

  As the song began to wind down she breathed a sigh of relief. But that was a mistake too, when all it did was fill her lungs with the musky, animal scent of Logan. It was arousing. She pressed her lips, fighting the urge to bury her nose against him and inhale deeply a second time. She trembled wildly as his hands glided up, until they were at the edge of where her shirt ended, just beneath her breasts.

  She gasped sharply. He drew back to make eye contact with her. “Ticklish?” he inquired. She nodded, confirming it. A grin spread rapidly across his features. “Really?”

  “I get very wild when I’m tickled. I can’t help it. It’s a reflective reaction. You might get hurt.”

  Her comment caused Logan to rear back his head and laugh out loud. “Then I’ll have to be careful where I put my hands.”

  Right now Libby wanted them to continue up her body, until he was cupping her breasts and running his thumbs over her nipples. His erection jumped wildly as if knowing what her thoughts were. Libby shivered. A glance toward the bar revealed the blonde bimbo had moved on to someone else. Good, because Libby knew if Logan continued to hold her much longer she wouldn’t be able to let go of him. He felt good against her.

  “Looks like it’s safe for you to return to the bar.”

  “Looks like.” They’d stopped swaying when the music ended, but he didn’t remove his hands. “You saved me from a fate worse than death. How does it feel being the rescuer for a change?”

  A soft laugh escaped Libby as she met his eyes. “I believe I still owe you one,” she teased. The desire darkening Logan’s eyes made her glance away with shyness.

  “You said something about meeting a friend?”

  “A couple of girlfriends,” Libby corrected. “But I’m late so I think they gave up on me and took off.” As she spoke her gaze moved about the room. “I don’t see them,” she said after a while. Her eyes everywhere but on him.

  “Libby,” he said in a low tone, drawing her attention. She prayed the gloom of the room hid the heat of desire she felt filling her cheeks. His hands clenched at her waist, and the urge to arch her hips into the cradle of his arousal was so strong that she pulled away before giving into it.

  “Libby! Over here!”

  They turned simultaneously toward the over cheerful voice. Two women emerged from the ladies’ room, dressed more like blondie back at the bar. Libby’s friends. She knew as soon as she saw them what their plans were. She waved them over.

  “We thought you weren’t coming,” said her friend Leslie, the bottle blonde. “So we changed to go to Roxy’s.” She tossed a smile at Logan, her eyes making a quick sweep over him. “Hi, I’m Leslie.”

  Logan took her extended hand, and Libby noticed he made the contact as brief as possible. Leslie couldn’t have been any more obvious about her interest in him, a fact that should have annoyed Libby because friends didn’t do that to each other. She had no way of knowing there was nothing between her and Logan, and she didn’t seem to care if there was. But Leslie was man crazy and for as long as Libby had known her she’d always gone out of her way to be the center of attention. Especially with the opposite sex.

  “I’m Pat.” Her other friend also offered her hand, but she didn’t look at Logan with the same wolfish intentions. Libby knew Pat was shy, in spite of her party girl attire.

  “Logan,” he responded simply, including both women.

  “I guess I’m destined to being the underdog tonight,” Libby joked, referring to her attire.

  Logan’s eyes ran down the length of her, lingering briefly on her breasts, then continued slowly down the rest of her body. By the time his eyes met hers again Libby knew she was blushing profusely, which produced a crooked grin on his mouth and a gleam of amusement in his eyes. “You look damn good to me,” he surprised everyone by saying.

  “You’re just being loyal because I saved your butt from a fate worse than death,” she said with humor. “Some day I’ll treat you to how good I clean up.”

  The sound of his laugh echoed throughout the bar, causing several heads to turn. “I look forward to that day.”

  “Maybe you’d like to join us, Logan?” Leslie asked, determined to draw his attention back to her. “Have you ever been to Roxy’s?”

  “No, but I’ve heard it’s a swinging establishment.”

  Where people went to get a little action, Libby finished silently. It was obvious her friends were on the prowl.

  “But I think I’ll pass, ladies,” Logan continued. “I prefer the quieter atmosphere of this place, where I can hear myself think while enjoying a cold beer.”

  “Oh, you don’t enjoy dancing?” Leslie whined.

  “That all depends on who I’m dancing with.” Logan’s gaze met Libby’s making her wonder what he was thinking. “And I’m definitely not the disco type.”

  “Like things slow and easy, huh?” Leslie said suggestively.

  Libby just looked at her friend and shook her head with silent disapproval. “I think I’ll pass tonight, too. I hadn’t planned on leaving Gram alone for so long anyway.”

  “I’d forgotten you’re stayin
g with your grandmother,” Pat said. “How’s that work—”

  “Only on the weekends,” Libby hastily explained, giving her friends a quick, hard look.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to go with us?” Pat asked, pulling Leslie away by the arm.

  “Very. We’ll try this again next weekend,” Libby promised, watching them until they were out the door. Sighing, she turned back to Logan. “I’m sorry about Leslie. She comes on to every man within a foot of her.”

  “Don’t apologize for your friend, she was right.” Logan reached out and fingered a curl lying against Libby’s temple. “I do like it slow and easy,” he said in a husky tone. Someone had put another coin in the jukebox. “How about another dance before you head back to grandma’s house?”

  Libby automatically glanced back to the bar.

  “No,” Logan began, guessing her thoughts and reaching for her hand. “This one’s for us.”

  “Oh.”

  Logan turned her into his embrace, this time bringing Libby’s arms up so they wrapped around his neck and they were flush against each other. Her small sound of satisfaction could barely be heard above the music filtering through the room. Only she didn’t care who heard her.

  Before she knew it his hands smoothed down her back until they came to rest upon the curve of her hips. Her nipples became taut against him, aching with tingling pleasure. They moved against each other as one. Logan’s breath stirred her hair at her temple; her nose was against his neck. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment between them, wishing for more.

  “You smell nice.” Libby nuzzled her nose into the warmth of his flesh, just beneath the curve of his ear. Something wild surged through her, prompting her into sinking her teeth into his flesh in a tender love bite. “Don’t taste bad either.”

  A shudder racked Logan’s body, followed by a growl. His hands smoothed over Libby’s bottom, bringing her up against him roughly. He put his mouth on the side of her neck. Shivering uncontrollably, Libby tried to control the racing of her heart, but the moment she came up against Logan’s hard body she was lost. Her senses exploded into a kaleidoscope of tingling sensation when she felt his mouth on her, then his teeth, and finally his lips and tongue as he focused on a spot just beneath her ear. She tried to speak but the words wouldn’t come.

  “This feels damn good,” he surprised her by saying in a slightly gruff voice. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to feel anything other than pain.”

  Libby pulled back slightly, meeting his eyes. “I’ve seen your scars, Logan; it’s obvious you were hurt very badly. Yet I have a feeling they’re nothing compared to what you’re suffering inside.”

  She watched his eyes flare briefly before masking it with reluctant resignation. “Maybe someday I’ll answer the questions simmering in your eyes, but right now I just want to enjoy this moment. Is that too much to ask?”

  “You’re running, Logan.”

  “I’ve been accused of that before.”

  Libby could tell by his tone that he didn’t like her observation. “Sooner or later your past is going to catch up with you, and then what? You can’t continue dodging—”

  “Libby…”

  “It’s not healthy. A therapist might help you. I had to see one once, after witnessing a horrible car accident. I was ten and my parents thought I was traumatized. I probably was but you…Oh!” Without warning Logan took her by the hand, pulling her off the dance floor. “Where are we going?”

  “Someplace private,” was his brisk reply. He fairly dragged her toward the exit. Seconds later he pushed the door open and they stepped out into the warm darkness. “Where’s your car?”

  They paused briefly just outside the door. Her car? The parking lot had been full when she arrived, forcing her to park at the back beneath a flickering light. Libby’s eyes automatically glanced in that direction and suddenly Logan was pulling her behind him after obviously spotting it too.

  “What are you doing?” she asked in a breathless tone, trying to keep up with his long strides.

  “Nothing, yet,” he responded, not breaking stride until they reached her car.

  Before Libby could catch her breath Logan halted and turned until he was leaning against it. He pulled her sharply into him. Her head snapped back and her mouth opened with surprise. “What…” She couldn’t think of anything else to say at the moment, totally enthralled with the wolfish gleam reflected in his eyes beneath the lamp post.

  “Finally speechless?” Logan grinned, the white of his teeth evident in the darkness. “I was beginning to think I was going to have to take drastic measures to shut you up.”

  “Shut me up!” Libby laughed in spite of herself. “Is that why you dragged me out here?” She made a halfhearted effort to step back, disappointment shooting through her that it hadn’t been for something else.

  Logan jerked her closer. “This is why I dragged you out here,” he growled, lowering his head and slamming his mouth down over hers.

  Libby’s mouth opened with surprise, allowing him the opportunity to slip his tongue inside to mingle playfully with hers. Only there was nothing playful about the rush of white hot heat coursing through her veins. The surge was instantaneous, hunger and satisfaction rolled into one giant ball of need. Her body flamed to life, melding against his like honey on a hot bun. She’d been anticipating another kiss, yearning for it, but nothing had prepared her for this!

  Libby’s hands curled into the tee-shirt covering his chest, uncaring of the sound that indicated the seams were giving. Tiny moans rumbled up her arched throat, getting a heated response from Logan. His arms tightened. He leaned further into her car, shifting his hips and parting his legs. Suddenly Libby was nestled between his thighs, feeling the hunger of his arousal behind his zipper. His strength and size sent another rush of desire through her, causing her to instinctively arch her hips. Damn! He was big and hungry, fueling Libby’s needs to match his own.

  She felt a shudder escape Logan and then he was pulling back, his eyes brimming with burning emotion. He sucked in several deep breaths, his hands dropping to her hips. “Why did you stop?” she gasped, wondering if he could feel the racing of her heart against his chest.

  He released a short laugh. “Too hot too fast,” he explained hoarsely. “And we might as well be under a spotlight for the entire world to see,” he pointed out.

  “As a fireman you should be used to hot by now,” Libby teased, hardly recognizing the seductive quality of her own smoky voice. Suddenly the flickering light above them made a popping sound and they were left in total darkness. They both laughed softly. The timing couldn’t have been better. “Well, something seems to be working in our favor.”

  There was dead silence. She moved gently against Logan’s erection, praying he didn’t notice her boldness. Libby recalled how the floozy in the bar hadn’t swayed him with her obvious charms. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she was just as loose. But her fears were soon put to rest when Logan’s hands slid around her waist and over her bottom, cupping her tightly against him.

  “Oh!” she cried out, clamping her teeth down on her bottom lip to keep from repeating it.

  “What?” The raspy sound of his amused voiced asked in the darkness. “That smart mouth of yours finally runs out of things to say?” He breathed the words against Libby’s throat, gradually making his way back to her mouth. “Damn, I want you, Libby.

  Here…and now.”

  That was certainly crystal-clear. She parted her lips as a wave of pleasure washed over all her senses, leaving her stimulated and yearning for the promise of unspoken words. This time he kissed her with unchecked passion, a growl of hunger locked in his throat as his tongue explored every corner of her mouth. He seemed to lose control for a moment, his hands rough against her bottom as he ground his hard on into her like he was intent on making himself come. Her panties were dripping, her knees buckled, but his hands held her against him.

  Libby felt like she w
as about to go up in smoke. The friction of Logan’s cock rubbing against the highly sensitive spot between her legs had her nearing her own climax in no time. She felt the flame uncurl in her belly, arching her hips and straining toward release. She was so close! The night air around them was filled with their heavy breathing, but suddenly Logan’s hands were pushing her away and Libby was left gasping for more.

  “Noooooooo!” she groaned low, sharp disappointment making the exclamation come out like the sound of a wounded animal. Why had he stopped?

  “We have company.” His voice was low and shaky.

  Company? Libby was too dazed to understand what company was, until she heard the sound of muffled voices. Turning, she noticed a small group walking in their direction, their dark silhouettes barely evident. Just when it seemed they were walking right up to them they turned toward a large truck and disappeared into the shadows. Libby relaxed, unaware she’d been holding her breath until then, but very aware that Logan’s hands were burning her where they gripped her hips. It was the only place they were touching.

  Her eyes sought his, sensing he was looking down at her. For a moment the silence surrounding them was broken by their heavy breathing and the drunken laughter of others. Then Logan caught her off-guard by saying in a savage tone, “Do you know how badly I want to be inside you right now?”

  His words sent a sharp thrill through her. Libby would like nothing better than making love with Logan, sensing it would be one of the most gratifying experiences of her life. Judging by the foreplay, he would be a thorough, skilled lover. Even if her only comparison was Scott, he already exceeded any experiences she’d had on all counts. Logan made her come alive.

  “What’s stopping you?” Her whispered challenge hung in the air between them. She was literally throbbing with arousal. “You warned me, Logan. Sex. That’s all you want. A woman can want the same things.” Libby knew under normal circumstances she’d never make such an outrageous comment, but right now, she was so turned on she wasn’t thinking straight.