She slipped her hands beneath his shirt and let them explore his abdomen, pleased to find even more delicious muscle. He was cut, and she marveled at the hard divots and squares. She let her hands explore him thoroughly, rubbing them sensuously over those magnificent abs.
His lips, warm and seductive, continued their assault down the long, slender column of her throat. Her skin was so tender there. He changed direction, working his way toward her ear. When he caught the sensitive flesh of her lobe gently between his teeth, a low, husky moan escaped her lips. God, that feels so good. Brooke heard the words echo through her head, over and over, until she could think of nothing else beyond that moment.
Her arms reached up to encircle his neck as she pressed herself closer to him. His arms went around her slim waist, his palms slowly rubbing the small of her back. He was pleased, and surprised, when her fingers began to lightly stroke the back of his neck. His lips curved into a half smile even as he lowered his head to explore her pretty mouth.
His kisses were slow, seductive. He could taste the sweetness of her, and he was drawn to her like a bee to honey. His lips brushed hers, first lightly, each stroke increasing in its intensity, until he left her just a little bit breathless. She met his lips with equal fervor. She was totally unprepared for the affect that Logan was having on her, and more, for her response to him. It left her light-headed and weak-kneed. She wasn't some giddy school girl, she was a grown woman, a strong woman, one who didn't lose her mind over the opposite sex. Even if he was a damn fine specimen. She needed to just slow things down for a minute. She needed to clear her head, and think.
Am I crazy? she wondered. The last thing she wanted to do was slow things down. Or think. She hadn't been kissed or touched like this since...hmm, she couldn't even remember how long it had been. Since jackass Jason, she thought, feeling just a little mean, and a lot childish. And his lips and hands had never felt this good on her.
But this wasn't just some incredibly hot, random guy, this was Logan. And even if he had been just some incredibly hot, random guy, Brooke thought, she wasn't in the habit of having casual sex. She had been in a relationship with every man she'd ever slept with. Not that there had been many. And not that there had been any actual sleeping going on, she mused. Oh God! Why am I letting my mind wander like this? she wondered. Because she was nervous, bordering on panicked. And she rambled when she was nervous, or panicked. Not aloud, but in some corner pocket of her mind.
She'd promised herself that she wasn't going to let this happen. Not again. Logan MacKenna had been her first lover. He had also been the first boy, and then the first man, she had ever loved. And to this day, despite all the years that had passed, he was the only man she had ever loved. He had made it impossible for her to love, and to trust, another man.
She despised him for that.
She'd loved knowing that she never had to wonder if he loved her; he always made sure she knew it. He'd been the man she dreamed of spending her life with. The man who would become her husband, and who would father her children. But instead, he'd been the man who'd left her heartbroken, destroyed, alone. And pregnant.
She despised him for that, too.
He had another thing coming if he thought she'd give him the chance to do it again. It had taken Brooke forever to put the pieces of her life back together. There were times when she thought she would never laugh again, never feel anything but numbness again. In time, she began to mend, at least enough to allow her to get out of bed each morning and to believe that she had a purpose. To get through a single day without falling apart. To function normally. To feel alive. Time had been what finally healed her. Yes, it had been the greatest healer of all.
Just as she pushed off of his chest, his arms tightened around her like a vice, making her effort futile. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, stifling her protest. It was warm, and she could taste just a hint of spice. He tasted so damn good. Her tongue met his in a seductive dance that assailed all of her senses. She was completely powerless to stop it. And she was beginning to realize that she didn't want to.
What the hell? she decided, going against every rational argument she had made for not ending up in Logan's bed. She'd been trying to fight this strong sexual pull she felt for him since the very first time she saw him again. She was beginning to realize that it was a losing battle. They were two unattached adults who shared a mutual attraction to each other. If this was going to happen between them, and she was suddenly hoping to God it was with each passing second, then it would be on her terms, and hers alone. But she would worry about that later.
His hands reached up behind her neck to untie the knot of her summer dress. It came loose, and Brooke reached up instinctively to pull it down over her breasts.
Logan laid his hands on hers, preventing her from undressing herself. He wanted that privilege.
“Let me,” he said, his eyes locked on hers.
Slowly, he pulled the material down her torso, and let it rest at her waist.
Logan's gaze swept down. Her breasts, more magnificent than any he had ever seen, were totally exposed. He remembered Brooke's body as if not a single day had passed. He'd memorized every valley, every dip, every curve. She had been gorgeous then, as a young woman of almost twenty-two, but she was even more breathtaking now. She had matured sexually, and her body was at its prime.
Her breasts were high and round and full. Soft, yet firm. Her nipples made him think of pink rosebuds, pale and perfect. When those beautiful buds hardened, Logan felt his own arousal begin to build.
His mouth suddenly went dry, and he swallowed uncomfortably.
He continued to undress her, taking his time, savoring every moment. Pushing her dress over the generous curve of her hips, it pooled around her feet when he let go of the fabric. She wore lace panties, white ones, that barely covered her. They were a nice contrast to her golden skin. They were tied at each hip by a thin piece of string. Logan let his gaze roam over her body, taking in every glorious inch of her. She stood before him, wearing nothing but white lace panties and high-heels. And a wanton smile.
He reached down to tug on one of the strings of her panties, and then the other, and pulled them away.
“God, you're beautiful.” Logan couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was exquisite. Brooke recognized the look of pure male appreciation when she saw it, and this was definitely it. He pulled her closer to him, his lips kissing her jawline, and then moving to her neck. He kissed the soft skin there and then nuzzled her neck gently, loving the feel and the smell of her. Brooke could feel the huge bulge through his jeans, and knew exactly how much he wanted her.
When Logan's fingertips brushed across the swell of her breasts, Brooke felt a ripple of excitement course through her. He had a way of making her feel sexy, and totally female. His hands traveled downward, cupping her breasts possessively. Logan loved the warmth and the softness of them. When he closed his callused palms over them and squeezed gently, Brooke moaned. He loved the sound of it, and he loved more the fact that he could elicit that response from her. He watched the expressions on her face change as he caressed her breasts. He knew that she liked it, that she was getting aroused by his touch. He wanted to pleasure her in every way, and he couldn't stop himself from envisioning all of the wonderful and wicked things he wanted to do to her.
His swollen cock began to throb as he continued the sweet assault on her breasts. He brushed the pads of his thumbs over her nipples, moving them in a deliberate, circular motion. She felt it at her core. Her desire mounted fast, and Brooke didn't think she could take too much more. She wanted to get him naked, to feel that hard male body against hers.
She pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it onto a nearby chair. His chest was broad, his upper body well-muscled, just as she knew it would be. Brooke trailed her fingertips over his flesh. She loved the feel of his arms, hard and strong.
She unbuckled his belt and pulled it through his pant loops, then proceeded to unbutton hi
s jeans and slide them down over his hips, until they pooled at his feet. He bent over to pull off his shoes and socks, and then completely stepped out of his pants.
He stood before her, perfectly, beautifully male. His boxer briefs were snug in all the right places, and Brooke had to admit that it was damned sexy. Logan didn't miss the appreciative smile that formed on her lips, and it made him laugh. Even his laugh was sexy, she thought, only a little irritated.
He was big and tanned and built. He was no longer the young boy she had loved, and made love with. He had matured into a man, and a beautiful man, at that. He was perfection in every way.
Eight years had passed, Brooke thought. Eight long years. There were times when it felt like twice as long, and other times when it felt like just yesterday. The memory of it only reinforced the fact that she didn't know him anymore. They'd both changed, and grown. And they were strangers. Worse, they were familiar strangers.
Logan didn't know where her thoughts had wandered, but the look in her eyes told him that she was preoccupied. He saw sadness there, and wondered what she was thinking inside that beautiful and stubborn head of hers. As quickly as it had appeared, it was gone.
Bringing her attention back to him, she trailed a finger down the sexy, thin line that disappeared inside his waistband. Her hands were greedy as they roamed over his chest and abdomen and arms. She trailed kisses along his jawline, and heard the unmistakeable groan that came from deep in his throat. Brooke hooked a finger in his waistband, running it slowly across his abdomen, causing Logan to suck in his breath. Brooke slid them over his hips, and down his muscular thighs, until they pooled at his feet. He nudged them aside.
His maleness totally appealed to her. He was gorgeous. With a hand on each side of his face, she pulled his head down toward hers and took his mouth in the most sensual of kisses. Logan was both surprised and delighted. He loved this bold side of her. And she had many, he was beginning to realize.
She took his hand and led him toward the big, stone fireplace on the opposite side of the living room. She grabbed a handful of throw pillows from the sofa as she passed, and a soft fleece blanket that lay over the back. Laying them down carefully on the plush carpet in front of the fireplace, she turned back to glance at Logan. He watched her with amusement in his eyes. She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow in question, saying nothing.
He resisted the urge to laugh. In just a few minutes she wouldn't be able to remember her own name, let alone whether or not there were pillows beneath their heads. That was just one of the things he loved about her. She was so sensible.
They stood on the blanket now, facing each other, the heat from the fire warming their naked skin. Logan loved the way her skin glowed a soft gold in the firelight. Her eyes, as blue as sapphires, sparkled brilliantly. Her smile was sweet, yet seductive, and melted him to the core.
Words escaped her. All she could think about was Logan, gloriously naked and hard against her as he kissed her then, a melding of lips and teeth and tongue. He flicked his tongue over a rose-tipped breast, slowly and gently, back and forth. He teased her other breast in the same manner, intensifying the speed and pressure of his tongue in a tortuous, circular motion. The sensation was almost too much for Brooke to bear. She arched toward him. He took her into his mouth, and sucked greedily, like a starving newborn at its mother's breast. She could feel the steady throb of her womanhood, and she knew only that she wanted him, now.
Lowering themselves to the floor, Logan in a sitting position with the pillows propped up behind him, Brooke straddled him. Leaning forward, she met his kiss with a need of her own, tongues clashing, hearts racing.
His hand trailed up her thigh, his fingertips teasing the sensitive skin as his hand made its journey upward. Higher, closer. He touched her in the most sacred of places then, and the shock of it made her gasp. He found her small nub, and rubbed it gently with his fingertips, arousing her. Her response to him was wild, and he reveled in it. When his finger plunged inside her, Brooke thought she would die from the pleasure. She felt the steady movement of him inside her, and she knew that she couldn't take much more.
“Logan, please.” It came out on a gasp.
He could feel the thrumming of her body, and he knew that she was close. So close.
His fingertips made their way back to her clit. He rubbed her slowly at first, back and forth over her nub, stimulating her, heightening her arousal, until it swelled, and throbbed. Logan increased the speed, his middle and forefinger rubbing her simultaneously in a circular motion.
She cried out in pleasure. Logan watched her face, intensely beautiful as she lost herself in her own passion. He was mesmerized by her. He loved watching her this way, with her eyes closed and her face vulnerable. She was so hot and so wet. And so damned ready. He kept his rhythm, knowing that she was almost there. Faster, and faster, until her body bucked wildly. He felt her tense, the sudden numbness spreading out through her lower extremities. Liquid heat pumped through her, and brought with it the most incredible release. All she could do was let the orgasm take her. She shuddered, her arms going limp, and she rested her head on Logan's shoulder. She was literally exhausted from the onslaught.
Neither of them moved for a few minutes as Brooke simply held on to him. When she had her breath back and could lift her arms again, she eased back a little. The look of male smugness made her laugh. He was cute and cocky, and he pulled it off beautifully. Brooke supposed he had a right to be. He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear in a gesture that surprised Brooke, and made her just a little bit uneasy.
With a sly smile, her hands closed around him. He watched those pretty hands, slender and delicate, as they caressed his manhood, the light whisper of her fingertips driving him crazy. The soft flesh was so sensitive to her touch, and had his stomach doing somersaults. The groan that came from someplace deep inside him was that of pure male delight. She rubbed him from the bottom of his swollen, aching shaft to his throbbing head, up and down in a torturous rhythm until Logan thought he would explode. He didn't want to come yet. He had other plans.
He was rock hard. This hunger, this desperate need for her, overpowered him. His swollen cock throbbed for her. Gripping her hips, he shifted her to position her directly above him, and then brought her down to meet him, his breath hitching as she slid down the entire length of his shaft.
The sensation of it nearly made him lose his sanity. She was tight and hot, and unbelievably wet.
Brooke loved how completely he filled her. They'd been together like this hundreds of times before, but this time was different. They both knew it, both felt it. She pushed him all the way down onto his back, running her hands freely over his beautiful body. Her hands were delicate, yet capable, and excited him beyond measure. His hand fisted in her hair as he pulled her down for a searing kiss.
She began to move, slowly, rhythmically, keeping a steady pace. The sound of his labored breath made her lips curve. The feel of him inside her, every marvelous inch of him, excited her, empowered her. Brooke had never experienced these feelings before, had never been in touch like this with her own sexuality. Logan had a way, his own special way, of pulling it out of her. Of leaving her raw.
Logan couldn't stand it, the sweet torment of it. He couldn't think through the haze in his mind. When Brooke's hands, slim and pretty, covered her breasts, he thought he would go crazy. With her thumb and forefinger, she rubbed her nipples, slowly, sensuously. They were pebble hard, and as Logan watched her, her eyes locked on his. There was an unmistakeable message there. When Brooke closed her eyes, threw her head back and moaned, enjoying tremendously the feel of her own touch, Logan lost every ounce of control he had left.
He gripped her hips hard, and she answered as if on queue. Her pace increased quickly, her hips pumping furiously as she rode him. She was so turned on, and she thought she could literally feel the thudding pulse of his cock inside her.
“Oh, God. Brooke,” he wheezed, his breath ragged..
“I'm gonna come, baby. I'm gonna come.”
He urged her closer to the brink, wanting her to orgasm before he did. He could feel her body convulse as he waited for her, his control slipping quickly.
She arched back when she climaxed, letting the pleasure engulf her. Logan was teetering on the edge, and every nerve ending in his body tingled as he followed her over. When he came, it rocked him to his core, the gut-wrenching groan echoing in his head as he rode out the last wave of pleasure. Brooke collapsed on top of him, the blood pounding in her ears, her body limp.
Neither of them could move, didn't dare to try. His arms came up to close around her, as he gently smoothed her long, silken tresses with an unsteady hand. Brooke felt wonderful. Liberated. She smiled to herself, as if she knew a secret that no one else could possibly know. How in the world had she not known before now that sex could be like this? Even when she and Logan had been together before, it hadn't been like this. Granted, it had been wonderful, but this was different somehow. And it hadn't been like this with any of the other men she'd been with. Ever. She would have to give that some thought, she decided.
Logan didn't know what in the hell had just happened. He wasn't accustomed to a woman having that kind of affect on him, especially in bed. It made him a little bit uneasy, and he wasn't sure how much he liked that. What am I doing? he berated himself. He'd just had the best sex of his life, with the very gorgeous and very naked woman who still lay on top of him, and he was analyzing the situation. What was wrong with him?
What he did know was that being with Brooke this way was what he'd wanted since she'd first come back to town. More, for some inexplicable reason, it was what he'd needed. Clearing his mind, he rubbed a hand slowly down the length of Brooke's back, then up again. Her skin was damp, and when she shivered, Logan attributed it to a chill. He couldn't have been more wrong. Brooke was still trying to get used to her own responses to his touch
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