Second Chance at Love (The MacKenna Born & Bred Trilogy) (15 page)

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 his 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

She lifted her head to look at him, a lazy smile forming on
her lips. She kissed his lips softly, and then rolled leisurely off of him.
Snuggled against his side, she laid a hand over his chest, and was surprised
when he covered it with his own. The intimacy of it both touched and unsteadied
her. They lay that way together in silence for a long time. When Brooke reached
over to pull the extra material of the blanket around them, Logan stopped her.

Pulling her with him to their feet,  he scooped her up into
his arms, and chuckled deeply at her squeal of surprise. Brooke sighed.
What
was she going to do about him? s
he wondered, as he carried her effortlessly
out of the living room and toward the winding staircase. She couldn't help but
notice the ripple of muscles in his arms as he carried her weight, and had to
admit that she was impressed.

“Where are we going?” she asked, already sure she knew
exactly where.

“Upstairs to my bed”, he answered, “where I can seduce you
the right way.” He reached the bottom of the stairs, taking them two at a time.

“Don't sell yourself short, cowboy. I'd say that pretty much
everything you did was exactly right”. She smiled playfully.

One eyebrow shot up. “Pretty much everything?” he shot back,
poking a finger into her rib. She laughed and held on to him, her arms draped
around his neck, as he reached the top of the stairs and rounded the banister
toward his bedroom.