by Lily Harlem
“That was great,” I said from my reclined position, reluctant to move anywhere. “I can’t believe I’ve never watched a hockey game before.” I let out a contented yawn.
“You liked it?”
“Yes, all that whizzing about, barging and fouling. Real entertainment.”
He studied me as if he wasn’t sure if I was being sarcastic. “You want me to get you a ticket for Saturday night’s game?”
“That would be great.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really, I’d love to come and watch you play.”
“Then I’ll get you a great seat.” He grinned and hit the remote, silencing the commentators’ end-of-match chatter. “And you can come and meet the guys after.”
“That would be lovely.” I glanced out the glass doors. Dusk had taken hold and deep shadows stretched over the decking. “I think the storm has passed. I can’t hear the wind anymore.”
Logan looked outside. “Yeah, everything’s gone still.” He placed my foot on the cushions and stood. As he walked to the door I admired his butt—his boxer briefs clung tight to the outline of his cheeks and the two little dimples at the base of his back were perfectly symmetrical and deepened in turn as he walked.
“Yep, it all looks calm again,” he said. “A bit battered and blown, but the sea is gentle and the leaves are still.”
“Good,” I said, walking over and letting my fingers dip into the dimples I’d been admiring. “That means I can go for a swim.”
“You really want to after the sea anemone attack this morning?” He turned to me with a worried crease between his eyes.
“Sure, I can’t let that put me off.” I shrugged. “I adore swimming in the sea, especially in the evening, it’s so cleansing. I’ll just stay away from the rock pools.” I paused. “Want to join me?”
He licked his lips and his gaze dropped down my body. “On one condition.”
“What’s that?” I had a fairly good idea what he was about to say. The workings of Logan Taylor’s mind were becoming clear to me.
“We go skinny-dipping.” His gaze lifted to my eyes and his wide hand circled my waist and smoothed to the hollow of my back. “We take off our clothes and swim as bare as the day we were born.”
I raised my brows. “Don’t you think someone might see?”
“Not a chance, this is a private stretch of beach and I haven’t seen a boat since we got here.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and embraced me with both arms. “Go on,” he whispered.
I slid my fingers from his smooth dimples to the elastic of his boxers, poked underneath and stroked the top of his butt—it was so hard with muscle, just like the rest of his body. “Okay,” I said, tugging at my bottom lip as a flutter of excitement tickled my stomach. I’d never been skinny-dipping before, I was always too busy worrying about covering up. It would be a new experience. “We’ll skinny-dip. But I’m not walking all the way down to the shore without a bra. It’s just not comfortable.”
Logan let go of me and opened the door. Warm sea air blew in. “Deal,” he said as he entwined his fingers with mine and tugged. “That probably gives you about thirty seconds of leeway then.”
We stepped over the decking and onto the beach. The sky held the last rays of the light in the west and in the east, dense navy had taken hold. The first stars had come out to play along with a creamy crescent moon.
“What star sign are you?” I asked as our feet halted just before the sea line.
“Aries.”
“Of course.” I nodded.
“What do you mean, of course?”
“I should have guessed, that’s all.”
“What, because I’m like a ram, put my head down and charge?” He let go of my hand, reached round my back and released my bra, letting it drop to the sand.
“It’s the most masculine sign, fiery, quick-tempered. Warriors are nearly always Aries,” I said. The breeze tickled over my nipples and cool air swept over my flesh. The night air on my skin was wonderful, liberating.
“Mmm, I guess that sounds like me.” He let his index fingers sweep under the heavy curves of my breasts. “I bet you’re the sexy lady, which one is that?” His fingers traveled to the waistband of my panties. “Virgo or something.” He stooped and pulled the slip of white material down my thighs and over my knees to my ankles.
I placed a hand on his hard shoulder as I stepped out of each leg. “Good guess.”
He stood up with a grin and kicked out of his boxers. His erection sprang forward from his dark pubic hair and the pale moonlight cast sharp angled shadows over his perfect chest and abs.
One glance at his heavy, hungry eyes roaming my body made me wonder if we would get into the sea. “Come on,” I said quickly, “let’s swim.” I waded into the tepid water. Delicate waves captured my lower legs, inviting me deeper. The gentle twilight was hypnotic and I rejoiced at my nakedness with each tiny splash that hit me.
Logan suddenly sprang into action. With a burst of noise and energy he took six enormous strides past me, kicked up spray and dived into the crest of a wave. His arms flew out to the side in great arcs and his head and back curled forward. The wave claimed the lower half of his body as it rolled over itself in a froth of ghostly white and he disappeared into the darkness.
I laughed and then tensed as the wave rolled past me and teetered my balance. He surfaced, flicking water from his hair, and took several fast strokes deeper out to sea. “Come on,” he called, stopping and turning to the shore. “It’s lovely.”
As the sea hit my thighs I fell forward and let it claim me too. The water lifted the weight of my breasts and as I kicked, coolness seeped between my legs. I caught my breath, the feeling of being so at one with the planet was wonderful. I was part of the ocean, part of the sky, part of the universe, there was nothing between us.
“Hey, sexy Virgo,” Logan said, suddenly popping up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “Can you stand here?”
I put my feet down into soft sand and found the ebbing water at my waist. “Yes.” I curled my hands over his corded forearms and leaned back against his warm, strong body.
“Good,” he said as he pressed a kiss to my temple. “’Cause I want to hold you, right here.”
I glanced back at the weak light pouring from our villa onto the beach. “Hey, what was that?” Something up the hill, to the right, had flashed from the undergrowth.
“What?”
“I thought I saw something, a flashlight perhaps.”
Logan raised his head and his shoulders shifted as he followed my line of sight. “I can’t see anything.”
“No, I can’t now either.” I frowned. “Perhaps it was a shooting star or something.”
“Mmm, or something.” He nuzzled into my neck again as his hands came up to palm the underside of my breasts. “You have the best…” He stroked his thumbs over my rigid nipples, already tight from the coolness of the water. “The best breasts I’ve ever had the pleasure of becoming acquainted with.” He slid his big hands up and cupped them entirely. “And they fit so well in my hands, perfect, it’s like they were made for each other, two halves coming together.”
I let out a sigh as the heat from his palms absorbed through my skin and settled between my legs. I leaned farther into him and his erection lodged tighter into the hollow of my back. “I’m glad you approve,” I said, tipping my head to the winking stars and letting the breeze lift my hair from my shoulders. Perhaps we were two halves and this crazy way of our paths crossing had been planned millions of years ago in the heavens.
“Sweetie, I more than approve. You’ve got me flying as high as those stars up there.”
“That’s your star,” I said, pointing. “The one with a hint of red.”
“It is?” He lifted his head.
“Yes, that’s Mars, the ruler of Aries.”
“Mars, as in the planet.”
“Yes, as in the planet, but Mars is also the Roman god of war, he
’s confident and aggressive, full of ambition and energy.”
“I think you’re describing me perfectly,” Logan murmured, pressing a kiss to the pulse in my neck. “Especially when I’m hammering an opponent into submission.” His hands left my breasts and dipped below the water line tickling at my waist.
“He’s also very,” I whispered, “sexual…in an assertive, impulsive way.”
“I’m feeling very sexual now,” he mumbled onto my shoulder. “In an assertive, impulsive way.” He sneaked his right hand lower as his other arm held my body tighter to his. “Open your legs,” he whispered into my ear as he ruffled his fingertips through my pubic hair. “Let me touch you.”
I went to turn around, I wanted more. I wanted to touch him. I wanted him inside me, but he halted my movements effortlessly and with barely a splash. I huffed in frustration and a chuckle came up from his chest. “Easy, sweetie, I haven’t got a condom hidden in the waves, you know.” He pushed my feet apart with one of his and slipped his fingertips through the top folds of my pussy. “Let me give you pleasure as you look at the stars and the ocean laps against your delectable body.”
He didn’t wait for me to answer and my knees turned weak as his clever fingers slid through hot flesh, easing apart folds to let the sea swirl over my clitoris. I reached back and hooked my hands over his shoulders, just managing to link them at the nape of his neck before I turned into a boneless heap.
“Tell me what you want, Brooke,” he said, his body holding me like an anchor in a storm. “Tell me what you want from me.” As he spoke the stubble on his chin rubbed my face and I knew he was looking down at my breasts lifted up to the night sky.
“I want you to…”
He reached farther down and slid a big finger into my entrance. Cold and hot, all at the same time, it took away my breath and my words.
“You want me to what?” His voice was as smooth as treacle—thick, black, sugary treacle.
“I want you to…” He added another finger and pushed up higher, stretching me exquisitely and sharply. But the heat from the stretch was immediately washed away by the cool water around me, in me, the fire dampened so only the intense filling sensation remained. I moaned in appreciation and contracted around him. How did he expect me to answer his questions when he did stuff like that?
“Maybe you want me to do this?” He pressed the heel of his hand over my clit and caught the tight bud in a long, slow glide as he pushed into me again.
“Oh, god, yes,” I groaned, suddenly glad of his arm supporting me. “Yes, yes, I want that, that’s it.”
“Anything else?” He began a steady pump in and out of me, never releasing my clit as he finger-fucked me.
“No, no that’s good.” I stared up at Venus. Phosphorus-white it glowed down from the sky, which was rapidly becoming dense as velvet. I stared until my eyes blurred then squeezed them shut. Lost to everything except what Logan’s hand was doing to me. Where Logan’s hand was taking me.
“Is there a man in your life, Brooke?” He tensed as a stronger wave pressed against us, relaxing when it passed.
“No, no.” I shuddered with the sweet pleasure his touch was creating. It was building again, every cell in my body was tuned in to his promise of satisfaction and I was getting edgy with the need to come. “Not anymore.”
“Why, what did you do with him?”
“I dumped him, he was a liar and a cheat,” I said in a strained voice.
“Mmm, sounds like you need a warrior to go sort him out.”
“He’s sorted…ancient history.”
“But he hurt you?” His hot, open mouth just below my ear sent a shivery warmth sliding down my neck as his breathing picked up.
“Yes, but it was my fault. I never should have kept taking him back.”
“You like to see the best in people, Brooke.”
“I guess.” I loved the way he said my name, all soft and deep with the double “oo” extended in a drawl, it made my mouth go dry and my body ache for him to say it again.
“But he broke your faith, damaged your ability to trust, am I right, Brooke?”
“Yeah, I guess.” Why were we having this conversation as I teetered on the brink of orgasm? Was it because he knew I was too distracted to tell him anything but the truth?
“Maybe I could give you that.”
“What?” My mind wasn’t keeping up. Who could blame me?
“Maybe I could give you back your ability to trust a man.”
“Mmm, maybe…”
He upped the pace and with the heel of his hand added small rotations, sending my clit into a state of frenzy.
“Ahh…” I said, curling my toes in the sand. “I’m, going to, ahh, Logan…”
“Trust me to look after you, trust me take you higher than you ever thought your body would go, let me give you pleasure you didn’t even know existed.”
“Yes, yes, Oh, god, Logan.” White-hot liquid was pumping from my pelvis, flooding the rest of my body, preparing for takeoff. Had this moment been written in the stars for me? It sure felt like destiny.
He sped up his movements and held me tighter. The cool waves splashed around us but I felt burning hot. I was getting ready to come. I could taste the salt in the air and the scent of his skin had settled in my mouth and nose, filling my lungs—filling my soul.
“Your pussy feels so greedy for me, it’s hot and wet and clamping my fingers, sucking me in.” He pressed his cheek to mine. “Look up, open your eyes and look up at the sky.”
I opened my eyes and searched out Mars. The stars around it were like fireworks, dancing and partying all over the place, celebrating with me. I groaned and sank down farther onto Logan’s impaling fingers. I could hardly catch my breath, it had become lodged in my throat as every fiber in my body braced for the eruption.
“Come, Brooke, come, trust me to hold you and give you that, come for me, sweetie.”
His hot, gravelly words sent the climax rolling through my body like a tsunami of pure bliss. The moment seemed to go on forever as Logan’s strong, determined fingers kept me riding through the waves of sensation. “Logan, Logan,” I half shouted, half groaned as my spine arched and my pelvis tipped greedily for his thrusts. His hard cock jabbed into my back and his breaths were loud in my ear.
I let out a long, low moan as a last tremor of pleasure tore through me. Mars still twinkled down. I focused on its ruby aura and let myself fly high on life, high on lust.
“That was amazing,” I panted, releasing my hands from behind his neck and hanging like a rag doll in his arms.
“Tell me about it.” He pulled his hand from between my legs and spun me into his chest. “You’re so in tune with my touch.”
“Your touch is pretty awesome.” I pressed a kiss to his small, dark nipple and curled my fingers into the wet coils of his chest hair.
“I’m glad you think so.” He tilted my face to his with the crook of his finger.
I looked up into his eyes, small creases shot from the sides as they sparkled down at me through the darkness.
“I’ve never come so hard or for so long,” I said. “Only a man who completely understands a woman’s needs can do that, Logan.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah, Tina was obviously never really into men, because you could wreck a woman for all other guys, raise the bar so high it can never be matched.” I caught his face in my hands, and as my pussy gave a final spasm I kissed him hard and appreciatively. I, for one, had definitely never encountered a man like Logan Taylor, and I was already beginning to wonder if I ever would again.
Chapter Five
We gathered our underwear and walked back to the villa hand in hand. A shiver of cold attacked my damp, sated body and as we stepped inside, Logan quickly reached for a huge, fluffy towel.
“You okay?” he asked, wrapping it around my shoulders and giving my back a gentle rub.
“Better than okay.” I hugged it around my chest and glanced at his nakedne
ss. His cock looked fit to burst. He was still so hard and engorged while I was reveling in satisfaction, utterly fulfilled.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he said, shoving his hand through his hair and turning away.
“Want company?”
He looked over his shoulder and raised one brow. “I thought you’d be too tired after your orgasmic, cosmic experience.”
“I can’t imagine ever being too tired for a shower with the infamous Phoenix.”
His brows lowered. “Don’t call me that.”
“Why not? I thought everyone did.”
“Because you’re not everyone and I like the fact you call me Logan. Nobody else does, not anymore. But it is my name.”
“Okay, but if you don’t like Phoenix then why do you have that?” I pointed to the tattoo I’d just spotted on his perfect left butt cheek. It was a flapping orange and red bird with its beak stretched open, a phoenix rising from scarlet and yellow flames.
He smoothed his hand over it. “Phoenix will always be part of me. I guess I just like the fact that you had a chance to get to know me without him getting in the way.”
I stepped up and touched the bird’s outstretched wings, traced my finger along the lavish feathers and the pointed beak. His skin was cool and damp, small goose bumps invaded his flesh. “Come on,” I said. “Let’s get the hot water on.”
We went into Logan’s bedroom. His en-suite was much more lavish than mine. He had a huge double walk-in shower decorated in plush gold and soft cream, a triple sink unit and a Jacuzzi bath.
I hit the faucet and the shower filled with streams of pounding water from several different heads on the ceiling and set in the tiles. He stepped in and I was close behind him.
“Turn around,” I said firmly, feeling a sudden need for control.
“What?” He frowned at me through the billowing steam.
“Turn around.” I pressed my hand to his shoulder. “My turn to touch you.”