Out of Control

by Tory Richards

  Goodness, an angry Logan took Libby’s breath away. He looked like a dangerous animal, captivatingly irresistible, sexy. Her gaze ran down the length of him, pleased over the outline of his thick, strong thighs beneath the tight denim of his jeans, mesmerized by the noticeable protuberance in the zipper area that revealed even in its flaccid state his male member was impressive. Remembering what a thorough, powerful lover Logan was caused a flutter of intense desire inside her belly, and her pulse quickened. But the physical attraction paled in comparison to the emotional one gripping her heart.

  Her gaze shifted to Scott, seeing nothing there to interest her as a woman. She breathed a sigh of relief when he turned and got into his car. Logan stood there for a second, watching him disappear down the road, before whipping back to look in her direction.

  Startled, Libby quickly moved away from the door, leaning against the wall next to it. Her hand covered her suddenly racing heart. It was a good thing she wasn’t a seventy- year-old woman! Several seconds passed until she forced herself to close the kitchen door and head for the bathroom. A nice cool shower was in order. Maybe it would wash away more than just the makeup caking her face. With a little luck if would also cleanse the futile thoughts wishing for something she couldn’t have.

  ****

  Logan didn’t know how long he stood there, staring at the door, knowing Libby was just on the other side. If he was smart he’d head home to finish the beer that was warming on the porch table. He thought about his confrontation with her pompous ex, knowing that he’d overstepped his bounds. He didn’t have any claim on Libby. Yet he remembered the first time he’d interrupted them in her kitchen, and the thought of the other man putting his hands on her again had enraged him.

  He was glad he decided to follow his hunch when he first glanced over and saw them talking. Something had told Logan it wasn’t a friendly conversation. When he’d gotten close enough to see the hurt in Libby’s eyes it had been all he could do to wait until she was gone to set Scott straight.

  Recalling her tears, he walked up to the door, telling himself all he wanted to do was make sure she was okay. He opened the screen door and rapped his knuckles against the door, listening for movement on the other side. It sounded like the TV was on. He waited, and then knocked again. And that’s when Logan heard Libby scream. Not once, but several ear piercing shrieks in rapid succession. He didn’t hesitate. Adrenaline kicked into overdrive and he pushed the door open, rushing into the kitchen and beyond. Her screams directed him toward the back of the house where he knew the bedrooms were located. He came to the end of the hallway where it split off, leading to two bedrooms.

  He halted. “Libby! Where are you?”

  “Logan!”

  He could clearly hear the surprise in her tone. He followed her voice into one of the rooms, his eyes taking in his surroundings, not seeing Libby anywhere. Then his gaze landed on something on the floor that was straight out of a sci-fi movie. It appeared to be the melted form of a human body, and Logan knew immediately that it had to be Libby’s body suit.

  “Shoo…don’t move!” He heard her say in a tone thick with alarm. “I’m in the bathroom!” she hollered. “Please hurry!”

  Logan sprinted to the open door on the other side of the room, halting in the threshold. His eyes zeroed in on Libby immediately. She was standing on the commode, hiding behind a small pink towel that didn’t disguise the fact she was naked. Her hair was loose, resembling a wildfire out of control. Their eyes met briefly. He acknowledged the fear in hers before movement out of the corner of his eye caused him to lower his gaze to the floor.

  Coiled in the corner next to the door was a black snake he gauged to be about three feet long. He knew at once it wasn’t poisonous.

  “I was just about to take a shower when I saw it,” Libby gasped from her position. “Get it out but don’t hurt it.” She looked damn cute cowering there, terrified of the reptile yet concerned for its safety at the same time.

  Grinning, Logan’s eyes met hers again. “Afraid of a little snake?”

  “Afraid of any snake!”

  He bent to grab it.

  “Don’t hurt it!” she reminded him sharply.

  He halted, glancing back at her, a thought coming to mind. “What’s it worth to you if I don’t hurt it?” He shouldn’t have, but he purposely let his eyes drop down her body and back up again. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen Libby naked, only there was something very sexy about her trying to hide behind an inadequate towel. The curve of her breasts was visible at the sides, as was the indentation of her waist and curve of her hips.

  His visual caress continued, taking in the length of her shapely thighs and legs beneath the edge of the pink cloth. He felt a stirring south of his belt but ignored it. He hadn’t come there to make love to Libby. His eyes darted back up to hers. She knew what she was doing to him. He’d started out teasing her, only the joke was on him the second she dropped her towel.

  “Ooops!”

  There was nothing innocent about Libby, not her breathless exclamation or the brazen fire blazing in her eyes. A laugh burst from Logan, echoing sharply against the small tiled walls. All the while his eyes roamed over her perfect form like a starved man, gaining nourishment through his sense of sight. She gasped, blushing. It occurred to Logan that she might be embarrassed over her daring move.

  His eyes returned to hers, not missing the impish gleam shining in them. There wasn’t a shy bone in Libby’s body. She stood there proudly, all but daring Logan to do something about it. She was a bewitching witch, turning the tables on him before he saw it coming.

  Arousal exploded through him like fireworks on the Fourth of July. “You’re playing with fire,” he croaked.

  “You started it.”

  She was right. Only before he could do anything about it the snake began to uncoil from its position, drawing both their attention.

  “Logan…”

  He quickly scooped the reptile up from the floor, thankful for the interruption. Libby had too much power over him. It was bad enough he couldn’t be around her five minutes without wanting her, but she was also messing with his mind, and worse, his heart. Ignoring the hunger she’d unleashed, he left the room to get rid of the snake. It didn’t take him long to reach the side door that lead to the back of the house. Opening it, he set the snake down on the first step and closed the door again.

  By the time he made it back to the bedroom he heard the water running, realizing Libby was in the shower. Logan hesitated, struggling between continuing into the bathroom and turning around to leave. His hard-on decided it for him. He kicked off his shoes while reaching for the hem to his shirt. He whipped it over his head, tossing it on her bed as he walked by. Without missing a move his hands moved to his belt, quickly unbuckling it and bringing the zipper down. He reached the bathroom doorway, taking a moment to roll his jeans down and kick them away.

  He paused, enjoying the sight of Libby behind the frosted glass of the shower door. He could see enough to know she was rinsing her hair. Then she reached for the body wash, and with hungry eyes Logan watched her run the soapy puff over her neck and down her breasts. His cock jumped as though saying, what are you waiting for? What was he waiting for? When her hands glided down to the dark curls between her legs his knees grew weak with desire. He opened the door.

  Libby’s hands halted. The invitation was in her eyes. Logan stepped into the stall and closed the door behind him. Words weren’t necessary. The look on her face told him Libby was already turned on. Her lips were parted, her eyes half closed. Her nipples were like rosy berries against her quivering breasts. Streams of soap trailed down her body as it was rinsed away with the spray of water falling on her. His gaze dropped, taking in her shapely form, the glistening hair between her legs. He reached out, wrapping an arm around her tiny waist and jerked her against him.

  Her head fell back, a sharp gasp escaping her. Logan swooped down and covered her mouth with his. That was all it to
ok for the passion to erupt between them. And they were kissing like it was their first, their last. Sounds of mutual pleasure filled the room as their tongues battled in a dance as old as time. Logan thrust his hips, his full erection jabbing between Libby’s quivering thighs. His hands closed over her breasts, squeezing gently. But it was Libby’s gentle hands cupping his balls that pushed him over the edge.

  A fire of need fueled his blood with a gut-wrenching need. His hands moved to Libby’s waist and he pushed her away. Their eyes met. They were both gasping for breath. Then Logan flipped her around and pushed her against the wall. Her gasp was a mixture of pleasure and surprise. He could only imagine how the cool tile felt against her hot, wet flesh, her stimulated nipples. His hands caressed down her arms. He took hold of her wrists and slowly pulled her arms up until her palms were flush against the tile over her head.

  Logan leaned into her, his hard flesh eager to explore the soft folds of her buttocks. Libby cried out softly and tried to turn around, but he held her firmly in place. His heart was pounding like a jackhammer and he leaned in close, running his open mouth along the side of her throat up to her ear. His teeth nibbled at her lobe as he whispered, “Am I hurting you?”

  “God, no!” Libby gasped, shuddering wildly. As though to prove her point she thrust her bottom back into his erection, rotating her hips. A soft moan escaped her, a groan escaped him.

  Logan slowly released her wrists, confident now that she would remain where he wanted her. His hands trailed down her arms and shoulders, continuing down her sides and over her hips. Libby twitched, causing him to smile.

  “Ticklish?”

  She nodded.

  His hands glided smoothly around to the front of her, his fingers splaying over her flesh as they moved along. Ever so slowly his hands smoothed downward, between Libby’s thighs, then back up to the most intimate part of her. She quivered beneath his touch, gasping sharply when his fingers slipped inside her, teasing her, testing her. Driving her wild.

  “Logan!”

  Her impassioned plea urged him to continue. Libby’s hips moved sensuously against his invading fingers, while his hips thrust against the satin softness of her bottom. A rhythm developed between them that escalated with every movement they made. Soon it wasn’t enough, Logan wanted more. His fingers slipped out of her. Words weren’t needed. They each had the same needs and right now they wanted to consume each other. Libby spread her legs, arched her back and thrust her buttocks out, giving Logan the leverage he needed to enter her body from behind. He was rock-hard; it wasn’t difficult guiding his aching flesh past the welcoming gates of her slick pussy. One deep thrust and he was buried to the hilt inside her.

  “Oh my God!” she cried out. “Logan…” A shudder racked Libby’s body, but she kept her arms against the wall over her head.

  “Hell!” he exploded. She was tight, wet, and hot. And he was about to lose control. His hands slapped the wall above Libby’s head; he kept his body close against hers and began to plunge deeply, building up speed.

  Libby turned her face sideways and Logan swooped down, kissing her hungrily. Her mouth opened to the invasion of his tongue as easily as her body accepted the penetration of his possession. He couldn’t stop the rolling blast of release spiraling through his body, but there were ways of slowing it down.

  Logan forced himself to pull back and wait, until the urge to finish diminished. He owed it to Libby to see to her needs too. He brought one arm down, his hand moving between Libby’s body and the wall until he reached the swollen clit of her desire. It was hard and pulsing, and she nearly crumbled when his finger flicked over it. She trembled violently, gasping loudly as he played with her.

  “Logan…I can’t take any more!” she cried, trying to move away from his hand.

  “Let it go, baby…” He whispered the words against the back of her neck, his guttural tone revealing his state. His body held her captive against the tile, his cock throbbing inside her, the water beating down on them. He was about at the end of his limit too, the fire erupting in his gut a signal the inevitable was going to happen soon.

  “Oh…”

  Her tortured whisper revealed she was close. “Come for me, baby,” Logan encouraged, pulling back only once to thrust forward again. He stilled. “I’ll come with you.”

  “Logan!”

  The uncontrolled movement of Libby’s body signaled her release. Logan pulled back and slammed his hips against her a second time. She cried out. He did it again, groaning low when it tested his own strength to hold out. Being inside her felt too damn good. As though sensing it she thrust her buttocks back against him and rotated her hips, ending his control. He groaned as a rolling climax gripped his body. The feeling was so intense that Logan collapsed against her. It was as if Libby was draining his soul from his body. He shuddered uncontrollably, his heart pounding loud and fast.

  Her soft whimpers were barely audible beneath the sound of the running water and the sound of his harsh breathing. He struggled to bring it under control. For a long moment it was all Logan could do to remain on his feet. He slowly lowered his arms away from the wall, letting his hands fall upon Libby’s shoulders.

  They both released a little sound when he slipped out of her, but still Logan didn’t step away from her. He tried to tell himself it was because of his spent state, but he knew it was much more than that. He wanted to remain close to Libby. If they’d been in bed he would have wrapped her in his arms and cuddled with her. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d wanted to do that.

  Somehow Libby managed to turn against the wall until she was facing him. He met the fading glimmer of desire in her eyes, bending to kiss the slight smile of satisfaction off her luscious mouth. Her slightly trembling lips tasted sweet but Logan was forced to keep it brief because he was still out of breath.

  Pulling back, he grinned down at her. “Do you know what I want to do right now?”

  The corners of her lips turned up into a knowing smile. “Smoke?”

  A chuckle escaped Logan. Libby was good at catching him by surprise. “No, I want to curl up in bed with you and take a nap.”

  “Really?” She laughed, her eyes sparkling. Logan wondered if she knew that her hands had smoothed down his sides to rest upon his hips. “You don’t exactly look like the napping kind of man.”

  He wasn’t. And he sure as hell didn’t know where that thought had come from. Logan felt like he’d revealed too much. To keep from having to explain it away he kissed Libby again. This time when his mouth closed over hers he took his time, savoring the soft texture of her full mouth, gliding over it with enough force that she had no alternative but to open hers to his searching tongue. Melding into him, her soft moan sparked renewed desire in Logan’s loins.

  When he drew away they were both a little out of breath.

  “When is Margaret due back?”

  Libby’s eyes widened as he reached for the bar of fragrant soap in the dish beneath the showerhead. “By nine.” Her eyes followed his as he bent to retrieve the long ago discarded body puff. “Why?”

  Logan wondered if she thought it odd that he hadn’t inquired about Reba. “Might as well make use of this shower.” He lathered the puff with the soap before bringing it down on Libby’s throat. He gently ran it over her shoulders and arms, then transferred it to her breasts, and down her belly. “Turn around and I’ll do your back.”

  Libby did as she was told without question, though Logan heard her little sigh of pleasure when he moved her long hair aside and planted a kiss on the back of her neck. He ran the puff over her back and down to her waist, before dropping to his knees. Leaning forward, he kissed the cheeks of her buttocks before washing them too. “Turn around and I’ll do your front.”

  Libby laughed softly and again did as she was commanded. Their eyes met as Logan brought the puff up her legs and thighs to the curls between her legs. He worked up lather, making sure the shower rinsed her clean. “So beautiful.” Libby’s hands fell u
pon his shoulders as he leaned forward to kiss her.

  A little cry of surprise escaped her when his tongue darted out, slicing through her pussy lips and brushing against the button hidden there. He felt her trembling and couldn’t resist doing it several more times before rising to his feet. He found Libby leaning weakly against the wall, her eyes half closed and her mouth slightly opened. Their eyes met and held.

  “If heaven has a flavor it would taste like you,” Logan said, a second before he took her mouth. He crushed Libby to him, welcoming the fire burning in his blood. Knowing too where it would take them. His body was rejuvenated and he wanted her again. The intensity took his breath away.

  His hand took the place of the puff, which fell to the floor at their feet. He caressed Libby’s slick body, touching her all over, getting a rapid response as she twisted against him, moaning deeply. When Logan felt her small hand encircle his cock, it almost had the power to bring him to his knees. He thrust into her caress as a moment of madness took control, and then Libby surprised him by pulling away.

  “No!” Her soft whisper echoed throughout the tiny bathroom.

  Logan could only look into the haze of her desire filled eyes and wonder what was going on. She’d seemed into it as much as he was. In fact, her hand was still caressing his pulsing flesh.

  “You pick a fine time to say no.” He wasn’t angry, but he was curious at the light of amusement dancing in her eyes. What was she up to?

  Her smile grew. “It’s your turn.” Logan watched as she scooped the puff off the floor. “Then we’ll see what, ah, develops.”