Out of Control

by Tory Richards

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “What would you like?” She was a fool for asking. But the truth was, she’d been thinking about Logan ever since the steamy episode they’d shared in the parking lot that night.

  She tried to will her body not to respond, but that was like willing the approaching storm to just disappear. Logan stimulated all her senses, but she could only handle one thing at a time. She raised her head with every intention of kissing him. Perhaps it was a godsend when the first hard drops of rain fell, reminding Libby they were standing there locked in what could only be described as an embrace, in the open where anyone could see them.

  Pulling back before their lips touched, they both glanced up at the dark clouds above them. “Looks like the first band has made its way to us,” Libby quipped, cringing at the deep disappointment in her voice.

  Logan took her by the hand. “Come on, maybe we’ll get lucky and find the pool house open.” No sooner were the words out of his mouth than the sky opened up.

  On the way by the lounge chair where she’d dropped her towel he snatched it up. They found the door to the pool house open. Inside they found a small room decorated with some wicker furniture and a table with a floral arrangement on top. A vanity lined one mirrored wall and there were five stalls for changing. The air was a little stale and Libby was thankful Logan left the door open.

  “Home sweet home!” she shouted over the sound of falling rain. She took the towel dangling from Logan’s hand, drawing his attention from where he was observing the rain at the threshold.

  He turned to look at her, watching quietly as she brought it around her naked shoulders. The roof on the building was metal, making the rain sound like they were being pelted by machine gun fire. Someone had left the little windows near the ceiling open, and with the door open it created a cross breeze of fresh misty air to blow through.

  “How long do you think it will last?” Libby smiled up at him, wondering what kept him so quiet.

  Logan shrugged, shaking the beads of water out of his hair. “No way of telling,” he said loudly, leaning against the doorjamb and crossing his arms. “Why, you scared?”

  His question caused a peal of laughter to escape Libby. “Of course not! I love storms!” She moved closer and peered around him to look out. “They’re wild and beautiful. Mother Nature in all her glory! Don’t you think?”

  Their gazes met and clung. Logan’s expression was hard to read, the look in his eyes secretive as his wolfish grin slowly faded away. It was hard to pull her gaze from him, and the more they stared at each other the more the atmosphere became charged between them, as palpable as the pounding storm. Libby couldn’t deny there was an element of excitement that was only amplified by the fierce wind and rain outside.

  “Do you know what I think?” he asked after a while.

  Libby just shook her head and waited.

  “I think you’re wild and beautiful.” He reached out, brushing the back of his knuckles against her cheek before sliding his hand behind her head beneath her hair. He cupped the back of her neck, gently pulling her to him. “And if I don’t taste your lips this very minute, you might as well call Thayer Hospital and have them lock me up.”

  A soft chuckle escaped Libby, her eyes widening on his approaching mouth. “Really?”

  “Yes…”

  Libby quickly closed the distance between them, her mouth cutting him off. Logan didn’t seem to mind when she leaned into him, opening her mouth so their tongues could mesh. That seemed to be all Logan needed to send him into high gear. He crushed her to him with a low groan that echoed off the tiled walls surrounding them. A heated rush blasted through Libby, and she felt like a volcano on the verge of erupting.

  Her willingness spurred Logan on, and he began his sensual attack in earnest. His hand tensed at her neck, but he was careful not to exert undue pressure. The towel slipped from Libby’s shoulders when she raised her arms to link them around his neck but she didn’t care. He in turn let his hands glide up the curve of her waist to just below her breasts. Libby yearned for him to cup her aching flesh. But for a moment they were content to kiss, explore and nip passionately at each other’s mouths. Taste the passion rapidly building.

  When Logan’s hands smoothed back down to her waist, over the curve of her hips and down her thighs, Libby decided she needed more. And this time she wasn’t going to let him walk away without appeasing the hunger trapped inside her. Not when he was the one who’d awakened it. She was conscious that he was carefully keeping his hands in the safe zones but she was about to change that.

  She pulled away from their kiss, getting raised brows as she stepped back and reached behind her. With little to no effort she untied her bikini top and let it fall from her body. Logan’s gaze landed on her breasts, his pupils dilating and turning dark. His face flushed with desire. Libby knew it was a brazen act on her part but she wanted him and wasn’t afraid to show it.

  “Libby…”

  She could hear the hesitation in his tone; even though it was clear he wanted her in turn. Well, she had one more ace up her sleeve. Granted, it was bold and something she’d never done before, but it didn’t stop her from wanting to see what Logan’s reaction would be. To see how far she’d have to go to make him lose control.

  “I know, Logan, you said all you wanted from me was sex. Well, I’m accepting your terms.” She put her hands on the strings at her hips, easily pulling them free until her bikini bottoms fell to the floor around her ankles. She was completely naked in front of him, standing, maybe not so tall but surely proud, beneath his burning gaze.

  She swallowed nervously. If he rejected her now she’d leave the park and never return. However, what she saw on Logan’s expression wasn’t rejection. As he took his fill looking at her, she let her gaze roam down to the prominent bulge in his pants. It was a wonder it didn’t burst right through his zipper! Without realizing what she was doing she reached forward and touched him to see if it was as hard as it appeared, sliding a naughty fingertip down the pulsing length. He was made of steel. And she couldn’t wait to have him inside her.

  He sucked in his breath, his cock jumping strongly beneath her finger. His heavy-lidded gaze slid down Libby’s exposed body in a slow, heated caress that made her heart pound and her pulse race. She felt her breasts swelling for attention, her nipples tingling almost painfully with excitement. Lord, it was a wonder she remained on her feet she was so turned on. And all they’d done was kiss so far.

  What is Logan waiting for? Libby was all but asking him to make love to her. Doesn’t he recognize the signs? Surely he isn’t a virgin!

  “Ah, Logan?” she questioned after a moment, curious as to why he hadn’t made his move yet when she expected him to sweep her into his arms and ravish her. His eyes swung lazily up to hers, the question in them apparent. “Ah, you’ve been with a woman before, haven’t you?” Her finger continued to toy with his erection. “Because if you haven’t, I can show you what to do with this.”

  The crooked grin spreading slowly across his face was sexy as sin, and Libby felt the heat of embarrassment crawl up her neck and span across her cheeks when she realized her mistake. All at once the wolfish look in his eyes was backed up with a predatory gleam, and his intentions became very clear. He was about to make a meal of her.

  “I thought I told you, Libby, I like it slow and easy.” His words reminded her of what he’d said that night at the bar. Without warning he wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her up against him. She was the one catching her breath now, feeling the ridge of his desire against her. “And looking is the best part,” he finished in a voice of smooth velvet.

  Chapter 9

  Logan knew the force of his kiss 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 accep
ting 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 moans 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 hips 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 moan. 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 pussy lips and going deeper still. Libby’s hips 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 cock 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 lip 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 hips 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 cock. 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 groaned 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 kiss. “I like it hot.” Her teeth teased his earlobe. “Show me what you’ve got, fireman.” She reached between their bodies and caressed his lust- filled balls.

  He met her demand without further coaxing, moving his hips 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 blood 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 kiss, meeting the thrust of his hips 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 cock 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 kiss. Taking Libby by the hips, 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.

 
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  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 sex? He should be happy she’d met him on his terms.

  But who was she kidding? She knew it was more than just sex to her. She wasn’t into casual sex 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 lip 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.