Silk Scarves and Seduction

by Shiloh Walker

  Bo wasn’t a virgin. She’d had one semi-serious boyfriend since she’d left home for college and she had thought she knew how arousal felt. She was so fricking wrong. This kind of arousal was devastating in its intensity. Mind-blowing. Logan pushed his knee between her thighs and Bo automatically tightened hers. He pushed up and her dress rode up her thighs, exposing them to the chilly night air. She barely noticed the cold. She was too focused on the heat of his body and trying to breathe. He slid a hand down her side, cupping the curve of her hip. Mindless, Bo rocked against his thigh. Her panties—already wet—slid slickly against her flesh.

  “Bo—”

  She moaned and turned her head, trying to catch his mouth with hers. He kissed her back, a deep, hot kiss that stole her breath. The hand at her neck slid around and fisted in the short choppy strands of her hair. He pulled, arching her head back. Logan’s mouth left her but he didn’t pull away, not completely. His lips pressed against her neck, followed by his teeth as he bit her. The feel of his mouth against the sensitive flesh there was like throwing a match on something combustible. Bo could feel herself exploding.

  His hand tightened on her hip as if he knew what was happening and his mouth came back up, smothering her scream with his lips. He shifted against her, cupping her ass in both hands and wedging his hips between her thighs. He pressed against her. Her panties were so wet, she might as well not even be wearing them for all the protection they provided. He rocked against her and Bo shattered.

  The world spun around her, her feet leaving the ground. Reflexively, she clutched at Logan and realized he’d picked her up. They were heading toward his house. Blood rushed to her face and she blushed hotly as she realized what they had just done—right in front of his house. In full view of the road and anybody who might have been inside the old farmhouse.

  Fortunately, Bo’s house was hidden by the curve of the road and set far enough back that it was unlikely her dad might have seen. But what if Logan’s brother was home?

  Oh, shit.

  Still struggling to get her breath back, she pressed against Logan’s chest. He lowered his head and kissed her hard and quick. He did put her down but only long enough to fish his keys out and unlock the door. Her legs wobbly, she leaned against the wall and licked her lips. This is moving way too fast, she thought. But she couldn’t quite find the words to tell Logan that.

  Slow down just didn’t want to come out. She opened her mouth to say something but he turned his head and looked at her. The hungry, hot light in his gaze made the words die before she could even say them. He reached over and caught her hand and when he pulled her against him, Bo couldn’t resist. She leaned into his body and tipped her head back so she could stare at his mouth.

  In a thousand years, she wouldn’t have ever admitted to him how often she had thought about kissing him. She’d thought about it since she was old enough to think about kissing boys and all the years she’d known him hadn’t changed that. Now she thought about kissing him and all sorts of other things—things that would have made her dad blush and maybe lock her away for fifty years.

  But they were fantasies. Fantasies weren’t meant to come true and when they did, they were rarely as good as you’d hoped. At least, that had been Bo’s view on it. Until about fifteen minutes ago. Because Logan’s kisses were a thousand times more potent than anything she could have imagined.

  His touch even more so. The way her body lit up when he touched her could get addictive. She could start craving it. Dangerous ground there, Bo. She didn’t want to crave anything. Didn’t want to need anybody. Needing usually led to loving people and that never ended well.

  Logan slid his arms around her waist and she gasped when he lifted her off the ground again. This time, her body was pressed full against his, from the chest down. His thighs rubbed against hers as he carried her into the house. Her breasts pressed flat against his chest, her belly against the hard wall of his abdomen and lower where she could feel the hard ridge of his cock.

  The door banged shut behind him as he kicked it. The wall felt cool against her back as he turned and pressed her into it. His hands stripped her jacket away and then his own. The time to try to slow this train down was rapidly getting away from her but she couldn’t find it in her to care. At least not yet.

  His hands came up and cupped her breasts. Through the silk and the thin layer of her bra, she could feel him—hard, hot and strong. His thumbs circled her nipples. Then his hands pressed flat against her chest, slowly rising higher. Bo leaned her head so she could watch his face. His eyes glittered and he had the look on his face of a man starving.

  She felt the tug at her neck and then cool air. Her dress fell to her waist and then her bra fell to the floor. He sank to his knees in front of her and took one nipple in his mouth. Bo cried out. She cupped the back of his head in her hands, fisting her fingers in the dark waves. Time’s up… Like some little countdown clock in her head, the voice sounded and Bo realized she’d hit the point of no return with him. Pulling away now wasn’t going to happen.

  She had gone and thrown herself into the tornado and now she was lost in it. His hands slid under her dress, stripping her panties away. He pulled her to the floor and shoved the skirt of her dress up to her waist and lay between her thighs. The feel of his mouth against her sex had her screaming out his name. He growled against her and the vibration of that made her shudder. One big hand cupped her ass, squeezing gently. The other slid up the soft skin of her inner thigh, his fingers tracing random little patterns that took him closer and closer to the heart of her.

  He circled his tongue around her clit, sucked on it, pulled away so he could mutter something against her flesh that made no sense, then he kissed her again, his mouth full against her, his tongue stroking around and around, in and out. Light, teasing little touches that had her rocking and circling her hips up to meet him. Ready to scream, ready to explode, Bo hooked her legs over his shoulders and squeezed. He laughed hoarsely and pressed her thighs open. He pulled away, propping his weight on his elbows so he could look up at her.

  His mouth was wet. Wet and gleaming. From her, Bo realized with a jolt. She flushed a painful shade of red but in the next moment all thought of embarrassment was gone as he lifted one hand and pressed it against her mound. The world shrank down until there was nothing and no one, except for them. He slid one finger inside, easing past the squeezing muscles of her sex, pushing deeper and deeper until he could go no farther.

  He lowered his mouth and licked her again—a soft, thorough caress around her clit. Then he pushed a second finger inside her and repeated the caress with his tongue. She bucked and screamed out his name, coming hard and fast.

  She never had a chance to come down from the second climax. Before she could even catch her breath, Logan was on her. She felt him press against her, the smooth thin shield of a latex condom and then he was inside her. His mouth covered hers and one hand fisted in her hair, holding her still for his kiss.

  He took her in one slow, thorough stroke, pushing inside her relentlessly until he could go no deeper. When he was seated inside her, he lifted his head and stared down at her. His eyes glittered as he studied her face. Something unreadable crossed his features but Bo couldn’t quite decipher it. “Put your arms around me Bo,” he muttered, breaking the tense silence. “Hold on to me.”

  She did.

  His arms slid under hers, curving her shoulders and bracing her body. “Don’t look away from me,” he rasped. His voice was a harsh, guttural sound, unbelievably erotic.

  Their gazes held as he pulled away and then surged back inside. Slowly at first, watching her face with an unsettling intensity. He shifted a little on her body and when he pushed back inside her, it brought him into close, complete contact with her clit. Her breath hitched in her chest and she bucked against him. A slow smile turned up the corners of his mouth and he slid his hand down her side, over her hip, until he could catch her leg just behind the knee. He repeated the caress on
her other hip and then he rocked back, bracing his weight onto his knees as he pushed her legs into the air.

  He fell forward, his shoulders wedging her thighs apart. Then he started to pump against her again with slow, almost lazy strokes. Bo felt the nameless, indescribable ache settle inside her, deep and hot, centered around her clit and her sex. He pushed into her, stroked her flesh where she stretched around him, muttered her name, kissed her quickly and roughly. She moaned out his name and he kissed her again and again. His rhythm changed abruptly from lazy and teasing to hard and driving.

  It exploded inside her. She would have screamed out his name, except his mouth came crushing down on hers. Within the sensitive grasp of her pussy, she felt his cock swell and then jerk. His hips hammered against her, his hands squeezing so tightly that it bordered just this side of pain.

  Bo gave herself up to it, lost herself in it, as he pounded away at her. Her vision dwindled down to darkness. His lips gentled against hers, pulled away to trail a line of kisses to her neck and then he collapsed against her.

  “You’re not going anywhere.”

  Bo glanced toward the sound of Logan’s voice and blushed. She hoped he couldn’t see her very well. The only light in the room came from the clock on the bedside table and the watery moonlight filtering through the shades.

  Bo couldn’t see well enough to find her clothes, so she hoped that meant he couldn’t see her.

  Couldn’t see how embarrassed she was. Couldn’t see how nervous she was. How scared she was. That would be bad, bad, bad. Cuddling against him, letting him hold her half the night had felt way too good. Too natural. She’d been right in thinking that Logan was somebody she could see herself needing. Loving. Part of her already loved him. The little girl in love hadn’t ever completely faded. It wouldn’t take much to push those feelings of first love into the real thing.

  She knew it wouldn’t and that terrified her. Love. She couldn’t do love. Didn’t want it. Wouldn’t risk it.

  She cleared her throat and hoped she could manage some kind of normal tone as she said, “It’s past midnight Logan.”

  “I don’t care.” His hand found her wrist in the darkness, manacling her to the bed. She felt the mattress shift as he moved toward her and then his other hand came up, cupping her chin. “Open your mouth,” he muttered but he didn’t even wait to see if she did. He kissed her, using his tongue to part her lips.

  The man kissed like he was some warrior intent on conquering and Bo loved it. She heard foil rip and then he tumbled her back onto the bed. “Logan…”

  “Bo…” he teased, his voice low and rough. He spread her legs and pressed against her.

  Her breath caught in her chest and Bo closed her eyes, reaching up to grip his shoulders. Irresistible. Logan was so irresistible. He always had been. As hard as she tried not to let herself think about things like love, Logan had always managed to sneak past her guard. She’d managed to deal with it just by telling herself daydreams and fantasies were harmless.

  They didn’t come true.

  But tonight, one of her deepest fantasies had come true and Bo didn’t want to think about how much this night would change things for her.

  His mouth covered hers and his hips circled against hers. She felt the hot, heavy length of his cock pass over her sex, once, twice. On the third pass, she tilted her hips up and tried to take him inside.

  “Such a hurry,” Logan muttered. He didn’t want to rush this time. It had taken an hour to get her into his bed. After that first, fast fuck just inside the front door, they’d dozed on the hardwood floor for a few minutes. They might have stayed there half the night if Bo hadn’t suddenly thought about Dustin. Logan was pretty sure that Dustin had gone out with some friends, but since he didn’t really want another man seeing Bo naked, he’d figured they should move.

  Then he’d picked her up, planning on carrying her to his bed. But she had rested her head against his shoulder and looked up at him under the fan of her lashes. Just that simple look, her eyes sleepy and satisfied, her hair tousled from his hands, had undone him. He had lowered his head to kiss her and had ended up taking her on the small landing of the stairwell, her back pressed to the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist.

  They’d made it into his bedroom for the third round, even if they’d only made it halfway onto the bed. He had bent her over the mattress and pushed into her from behind. The round, firm curve of her ass had driven him to distraction and he had thought of a few dozen dirty little things he wanted to do to her.

  But now he wanted to make love to her, soft and slow, so that she came with a sweet sigh. He bussed her mouth with his and traced the outline of her lips. “You taste so good,” he whispered.

  She whimpered into his mouth and her fingers dug into his shoulders. Her hips rocked against his in a desperate, demanding manner. Logan cupped a hand over the subtle swell of one hip, slowing those hungry, demanding motions. Then he pressed his hips against hers, letting the weight of his body crush her into the mattress, effectively caging her in.

  His cock rested against her belly and he rocked against her. Her skin was soft as silk. He’d remember how she felt for the rest of his life. A perfect night, but it wasn’t going to be enough. He thought after fifty or sixty years with her, he might be able to take the edge off. Maybe. Possibly. He spread her thighs and pushed inside her.

  “Look at me,” he demanded. He pushed her hair back from her face with one hand and cupped her cheek. “I want to watch you.”

  Her lashes lifted and a blush stained her cheeks as she stared into his eyes. She flexed around him. Logan groaned. Those little rippling caresses as she neared climax were designed to drive a man insane. She got so damn tight and so hot and those little muscles gripped his dick like a hungry, greedy fist, milking him to distraction.

  “This isn’t over,” he whispered into her mouth. He canted her hips up and drove into her hard, fast, taking her deeply. Those rippling caresses got stronger, her pussy got tighter and her breathing got rougher. She started to scream and he swallowed it down.

  Her legs came up around his hips, squeezing like a vise. Her back arched and her hips pumped against his in a frenzied rhythm. “Not over,” he growled.

  Logan tore his mouth away from hers, shoving up onto his hands. He pulled out and slammed back into her once more. They climaxed together. She shuddered and bucked and cried out under his body. Logan felt like he was frozen, his orgasm dragging on and on. When it ended, he felt drained. Emotionally, physically, mentally.

  And more complete than he’d ever felt in his life.

  “Not over,” he murmured against her breast.

  “She…what?”

  Logan stared at William Martin, certain that he’d heard wrong.

  Will lifted a shoulder. “Asked her when she’d be back and she didn’t know. That girl, she can’t stay in one place for longer than it takes to catch her breath.” The expression on his face was puzzled, disturbed and resigned. Logan had seen that same expression on Will’s face a thousand times before and he usually sympathized. Right now, though, he wanted to grab the older man and shake him.

  “What kind of fucked-up joke is this?”

  Now Will shoved off the doorjamb and gave Logan a look that made him feel about thirteen years old. Graying black brows dropped low over eyes that were the same misty gray as Bo’s. “You have a problem, son?”

  Logan closed his eyes and made himself take a deep breath. “Did she say where she was going?”

  The hard glint was still in Will’s eyes but he relaxed back against the door. “Milan, I think. Someplace in Italy,” Will said. He shrugged. “Tore her room apart looking for her passport.”

  “Milan.”

  Milan? “You let her go to Milan?”

  Will narrowed his eyes. “Logan, I don’t much care for your attitude right now. Bo’s a big girl. Legally, I have no say over whether or not she decides to take off to Milan. She can go to Tokyo. She can go to Australia.”<
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  “She’s practically a kid.” Hypocrite—you weren’t screwing a kid last night.

  With a shake of his head, Will said, “Bo hasn’t been a kid for a long, long time, Logan. You and I both know that.” He sighed and rubbed a hand over his head. Then he studied Logan thoughtfully. “Between you and me…no, I don’t like my baby trotting over to parts unknown. But it’s her choice. She had a call a few days ago. The job in Milan opened up unexpectedly and somebody gave her name. It’s a big opportunity for her. She only had a few days to decide and when she decided to go, I wasn’t going to tell her to pass it up. It wouldn’t be fair to her.”

  Big opportunity, my ass. She’d run from him. That’s all there was to it. Slowly, carefully, Logan took another deep breath. “I need to talk to her.”

  Will just grunted. “She’s supposed to call tomorrow. I’ll let her know.”

  But Bo didn’t call. Even later, he barely got a chance to speak to her. Oh, he tried. She didn’t return his calls. He called her and she either didn’t answer or rushed off the phone before he managed more than, “Hi.” Okay, maybe he didn’t actually say, Hi. The first time he’d demanded she get her ass back home.

  The second time he’d tried to make some sort of apology but he was pretty sure he’d ended up yelling then too. He had figured he’d wait until Christmas. She’d come home for Christmas. She wouldn’t leave her dad alone for Christmas.

  And she hadn’t. But it turned out that she talked Will into flying to her for Christmas. Logan had tried calling again. She’d hung up on him again. He had written her. Sometimes the letters had come back. Sometimes they hadn’t. But she’d never answered.

  The days stretched out into weeks and months and by the time Bo finally stopped running, nearly four years had passed.