Out of Control

by Tory Richards

  If Logan didn’t know better he’d swear the look on Libby’s face revealed she was feeling uncharacteristically shy and nervous. So unlike the self-assured, sassy little witch they both knew she was. All at once she glanced away, and he couldn’t help wondering what she was up to. Yesterday she’d stood before him proud and naked, practically demanding he make love to her. Now she resembled more a delicate damsel in distress facing her conqueror.

  “When Rufus is frightened he’ll hide almost anywhere,” she said, looking everywhere but at Logan. Is her voice trembling? “He likes people to believe he’s big and bad but inside he’s really just a big baby.” She moved to an old desk that Vincent used for a worktable. “Rufus?” her soft voice coaxed.

  She bent over the desk to peer behind it, and seeing how her wet nightgown outlined her shapely bottom, Logan lost it, achieving a hard-on in record time. He sucked in his breath, his body twitching with awareness recalling how good it felt sinking inside her welcoming body. Logan moved behind Libby, pinning her against the desk, not quite sure what his intentions were. Only knowing he needed to feel her against him like he needed air to breathe.

  Catching her unaware, he felt her slight jump. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he asked gruffly against her ear. Logan brought his arms around her and covered her breasts with his hands. He thrust his hips, letting her feel the power of his erection against her bottom.

  “Oh!” she cried again, this time with soft acceptance.

  Logan closed his eyes and groaned low. If he had any doubts Libby was receptive to his boldness the thought went right out the window the moment she pressed her bottom against his cock.

  “There’s a damn storm out there, Libby, and all I can think about is a repeat of what we did in the pool house.”

  Her soft laugh filled the small room, heard above the pounding rain on the tin roof. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it,” she admitted. “I’m embarrassed at how, ah, slutty I acted with you.”

  “Do you know what I think?” he whispered, caressing her breasts and nipples and noticing how perfect they felt in his palms. Like they belonged there. “I think you’re a witch and you put a hex on me.” He sucked in his breath when she arched her back, forcing her bottom more fully against him. His knees actually buckled in weakness.

  She laughed again, trembling wildly. “My great- grandmother was said to be a witch,” she confessed.

  Growling low, Logan leaned forward and put his mouth against her collarbone. His kisses traveled a slow path to the graceful arch of her neck, where she tilted her head so he could have better access. He closed his teeth over her in a gentle love bite, and then sucked the brief pain away. Libby shivered wildly, turning her face toward him with a sigh of longing on her lips.

  Logan didn’t think twice about accepting her silent invitation. His mouth swooped down on hers, parting her sweet lips and thrusting his tongue inside to mate with hers. Mutual moans of pleasure echoed around them. It would be so easy to lose control with Libby. But did he want to use her in that way? The truth was Logan didn’t have the strength to pull away.

  His arousal pounded full and heavy behind his zipper, demanding he do something about it. His heart was beating rapidly to keep up with the rush spiraling through his blood. And the hungry movements of Libby’s body as she writhed against him, her audible whimpers, seemed to indicate she was working toward that same goal.

  Logan forced himself to break their heated kiss. “Libby…God, I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered, out of breath.

  “You would never hurt me, Logan,” she gasped right back.

  “I’ve never felt like this with anyone.” Not what he wanted to hear right then. “Besides, how can something that feels this good hurt me?”

  He knew of several reasons why. His mind was clouded with desire, and his body ached with the need to make love to her. Yet it didn’t keep him from having a conscience. Libby knew the score; he’d made sure of that from the beginning. He should release her and step back; she deserved better than this.

  “Logan?” Libby whispered. “Did you fall asleep on me?”

  He burst out laughing, he couldn’t help it. “Hell no, honey.” He turned her around so that she was facing him, keeping her close. “Just let me hold you for a moment,” he breathed raggedly, encircling her in his arms. Libby placed her head against his chest.

  Her arms glided around him, her hands brushing the moisture off his naked shoulders and down his back. Logan tried to calm his body down, ignore the soft woman in his arms who smelled of rain and something sweetly wild. But every breath she took made him aware of her in every way. And there was the obvious problem of his hard-on, which was nestled against her demanding attention and straining toward the pleasure it would find in her body.

  “What are you afraid of, Logan?” she asked against his chest, her warm breath singeing his bare flesh. “I thought we had an understanding; sex for sex, nothing more, nothing less.”

  In spite of what he was feeling, Logan stiffened at her question. What was he afraid of? Falling for a little witch with flaming hair and sparkling eyes? Afraid he wouldn’t be able to walk away? Whatever the answers were he wanted Libby more than he’d ever wanted another woman.

  “Do you want to make love to me?” Whether she was aware of her actions or not, she moved her lower body against his, keeping him hard and hungry.

  Was that her tongue against his skin? He jerked back so he could meet her eyes. “I want you so much that I’m afraid I’ll hurt you,” Logan confessed fiercely. “You should know better than to bait an aroused man.”

  “What if I said I want you too?” she asked huskily, her eyes half closed with desire. “Right here…right now.”

  Logan half expected her to remove her clothes as she had in the pool house. Instead, she did something just as shocking. She gave him a shove, at the same time bringing her hands up to cup and caresses her breasts through her wet nightgown. Her nipples were brown little crowns, clearly visible, taunting him to put his mouth on them. He swallowed with difficulty.

  “Libby…” He struggled to ignore the lust boiling through his blood, knowing the thin thread holding his control in check was going to snap at any moment. “Don’t…”

  “You did this, Logan,” she began, throwing her head back and arching her spine, purring with pleasure as her hands caressed her breasts. “You’ve turned me on so much that I’m throbbing, too, like you,” she whispered. “If you won’t put out the fire, I’ll have to find another way.”

  Her hands moved to the hem of her short gown. He watched in speechless fascination as her fingers inched the material up her thighs until there was no doubt what her intentions were. Coupled with the forbidden visual her words conjured, it was the final straw for Logan.

  As her fingers reached the glistening curls between her thighs, he sucked in a sharp breath and reached for her.

  Chapter 11

  “What are you trying to do?” Logan slammed Libby up against his chest, practically snarling the words down at her. “Give me heart failure?”

  She tried for indifference, but her tone was too husky with emotion to make it work. She laughed softly instead. “Whatever it takes….” She purposely let the sentence trail off.

  “I’ve never met another woman like you,” he continued, dragging her closer, until they were nearly kissing. Then they were. Libby immediately opened her mouth beneath Logan’s.

  Her hunger knew no bounds and she yearned for so much more than his kiss. Once again she’d acted shamelessly out of character with him, but the pleasure she found in just his kiss alone was worth it. All at once she found herself lifted off her feet, a strong arm wrapped around her thighs, beneath her buttocks.

  “What, where?” she gasped, relishing in the raw desire stamped on his handsome face.

  Logan didn’t answer, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes. As he turned he reached up and unscrewed the light bulb until the light went out, leaving them cloake
d in darkness. The next thing Libby knew he lowered himself onto something. She instinctively spread her legs so she was straddling him.

  They didn’t need to see to find each other. Their lips came together in a kiss of rough passion, their tongues clashing. Their hands moved over each other with growing abandon. Logan’s hands were at Libby’s waist, half caressing her while yanking her nightgown up out of the way. Breaking the kiss, he leaned forward and took a breast in his mouth, suckling it through the material covering it.

  She cried out with pleasure. Her hands moved to the front of Logan’s jeans, surprised to find they were already unsnapped. All Libby had to do was slide the zipper down; his seeking arousal did the rest. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel his possession.

  “Logan!” she whispered impatiently. Did he hear the fierce pounding of her heart? He lifted his hips long enough for her to roll his jeans down, freeing his member for her inquisitive fingers. Libby’s hand encircled his hot flesh eagerly, gaining a groan from Logan that rivaled the ever-present thunder booming outside.

  “Damn!” he gasped with obvious surprise. “Baby, you’re going to make me come…”

  She covered his mouth with hers, rolling her tongue behind his bottom lip and whispering, “Isn’t that the objective?” Then laughing, she began to rock her hips so she grazed his flesh with the damp hunger between her thighs. For a moment she played with Logan, guiding the velvet tip of him back and forth over the aching nub of her own arousal, before pulling back and doing it again.

  “Libby!” He shuddered several times, his fingers flexing almost painfully against her waist. He was strong enough to take matters into his own hands but he clearly enjoyed what she was doing, letting her have control of the moment. As she teased and tormented him with the promise of heaven he put his mouth against her neck, attacking her soft flesh with tender yet savage nips.

  “You like that?” she asked, recalling his words to her from another time. She could feel his unmistakable smile against her throat.

  “Maybe just a little.”

  “What about this?” She guided him deeper into her welcoming body, and then pulled back.

  Logan shuddered. “You keep doing that and I’ll finish without you.”

  Her husky laughter boomeranged around them as she continued to manipulate the situation. “Is that a threat, Fireman?” Libby figured he was good for one more tease.

  Before he had a chance to realize what her intentions were she scooted back, bent down and took him in her mouth. As his cock glided past her lips she took note of the velvet strength against her tongue. The taste of lust on the tip of his shaft exploded on her taste buds, causing little sounds of pleasure to escape her. She got caught up in the moment, the musky scent of his sex driving her on.

  His low groan sounded like a man on the verge of dying. But if it was pain he was feeling, it didn’t prevent Logan from stretching his legs out and arching his hips so that Libby was able to take more of him into her mouth. His hands clutched at her shoulders in a response he clearly couldn’t control.

  “Oh, God!” Logan groaned, sucking in his breath. “Baby…”

  Libby’s tongue began to explore the hardened length of him from the tip to the base back to the tip again. Her teeth gently raked the steel power of his flesh. When she thought he’d had enough she sat up, raised her bottom off his lap and proceeded to guide his stone-hard cock into her body. Once there the game came to an abrupt end. She moaned with pleasure; he growled something low. And his control was gone. Libby felt his hands at her hips and he began to move her so that she was riding him.

  Hard and fast, he took charge of their movements, the alpha male asserting dominance over his mate. Their eyes met and clung in the darkness. Libby felt like she was about to go up in flames. Logan knew right where to touch her, making sure his shaft brushed against the sensitive swelling of her desire every time he thrust forward. When he entered her body little mewling sounds escaped her. As the spiral of utter completion raced through her body she slapped her mouth over his, leaving him with no choice but to ride out the journey until they were shuddering and breathless with fulfillment.

  “Why are we here?” Libby asked some time later, grinning weakly against Logan’s chest. She’d collapsed against him in blissful exhaustion. Breathing in his scent, breathing in their scent. She could feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest. A pleasant tingling warmth bathed her well sated body.

  His light chuckle revealed he was still exhausted. “You have a way of making me forget everything too,” he admitted with something that sounded like unhappiness in his voice. “I think it had something to do with your cat.”

  Libby made an effort to lean away from him, too aware that she’d like nothing better than to stay nestled against him forever. Or at least a very long time. She liked hearing the strong thump of his heartbeat in her ear. Listening to his heavy breathing as it gradually returned to normal. She wondered if he was aware that he was caressing her back with the tenderness of a lover whose feelings were involved. He made her feel safe and protected; he made her feel loved.

  She hated making comparisons, but making love with Scott had been very empty and unfulfilling. Sure, she’d had an orgasm once or twice, but he’d always been more concerned with his own pleasures than noticing just how many times he’d left her aching and frustrated. Logan was too considerate a lover to be that selfish.

  “I guess we should look for him,” she finally breathed with reluctance. “Before Gram comes looking for me.” Leaning back, she was able to meet Logan’s eyes, for the first time realizing morning had come and there was just enough light filtering in from outside to see.

  “Libby, I’ll be leaving soon. Once I’m cleared to return to work I’ll be heading for California.”

  Talk about changing the subject! Where had that come from and more importantly, why was he telling her? “Are you feeling guilty, Logan?”

  A heavy sigh escaped him. “As usual, you hit the nail right on the head.”

  “Why? You made it clear from the beginning what you wanted from me.” Was that her voice sounding so little, and sad, and so very unconvincing? Libby tried to squirm off his lap, only his hands shot out, taking hold of her upper arms. She was miserably aware of the betraying moisture filling her eyes, meeting his gaze only because the power he held over her seemed to force her to. “What?” She bit her quivering bottom lip, cursing her weakness.

  “Damn it, Libby. Don’t do this!” His tone bordered on panic.

  Rufus chose that moment to make his presence known, jumping from behind a cooler on the top shelf to the floor. In his usual klutzy style he caused several things to come crashing down with him. Libby jumped to her feet, but the blasted cat scampered out of the shed and into the rain before she had a chance to make a grab for him. She halted in the threshold, watching him nearly fly across the yard toward the porch and through the open door where her grandmother was standing, a huge smile of relief on her withered face. Noticing Libby, she tossed her a wave before closing the screen door and stepping back inside the porch.

  Realizing the moisture on her cheeks wasn’t from the rain; she reached up and wiped it away. The last thing she wanted was for Logan to think she’d read more into their lovemaking than there was. Yet at that moment, it dawned on her that she was half in love with him. Okay, if she were honest, more than half. And she knew if he suspected anything like that he’d run and keep on running.

  “The rain doesn’t look like it’s going to let up.” She turned back to Logan reluctantly, and forced a smile on her face when she saw the concern on his. “I guess I should go.” The last thing she wanted was for him to set the rules straight.

  His gaze moved over her as she stood in the threshold, making Libby wonder what he was looking for. His expression gradually changed into a mild frown. “Just a minute.” He stood, zipping up his pants as he walked to where something was hanging on the wall. Removing it from the hook, he turned back to her.
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br />   As far as she could tell it was a shirt of some kind. He draped it around her shoulders, leaning in close. “You might as well be naked.”

  She shivered when his breath stirred the hair behind her ear. He pulled back. “You don’t like what I’m wearing?” She couldn’t help teasing.

  “Oh, I like it, maybe a little too much. It’s what got us into trouble.” He smiled, his knuckles beneath her chin where he was holding the shirt together. “No need giving one of our neighbors a heart attack.”

  “It was dark when I first came out,” Libby explained unnecessarily.

  “I know.”

  “I didn’t think I’d be running into anyone.”

  His eyes held hers, a mixture of gladness and regret in his gaze. “But you did,” he said after a while. Then, as if he couldn’t help himself, he lowered his head.

  Libby lifted her face in anticipation of his kiss. However, just before their lips connected he pulled away and stepped back, a dark flush spreading over his face. Something behind her had caught his attention and she turned, seeing her grandmother watching them with curiosity from the porch. She’d never gone back inside the house!

  She turned back to Logan with a light chuckle. “Why, Logan, are you blushing?”

  “Probably,” he replied without hesitation.

  “Going to make an honest woman of me?” Libby inquired, before she could rein in her tongue. “I mean, ah…”

  “Relax, honey; I know what you didn’t mean.” He touched the end of her nose, and glanced at Margaret again. “You’d better run home to your grandma, little girl.”

  The sensual rasp of his tone caused a ripple of awareness to travel over Libby, renewing her desire. “Where I’ll be safe?" she whispered.

  “No.” There was a brief hesitation on Logan’s part before he admitted in a low voice, “Where I’ll be safe.” He turned Libby around, giving her a brief push out of the shed and into the rain.