IT'S ALL IN THE JEANS
“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?”
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.
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 penis 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.