Something Wet: Beach House Nights Book 2 (2 page)

He came up beside her. “Did I hear you say
you got demoted?”

Boy, he’d really been paying attention. “Yes.
Please don’t remind me.”

Logan lightly bumped his shoulder against
hers, and a searing sliver of heat swept down her arm. “I only
wanted to say I was sorry to hear it, that’s all. We can move on to
a much happier conversation if you want. Like the fact that you
don’t have a man anymore.”

“Oh. You heard that too, huh?” She smiled up
at him and was astounded by the deep voraciousness in his gaze.
“And why, pray tell, is that a happy conversation?”

He stopped her and brought her around to face
him, pulling her close as his palms traveled down her arms to her
hands. “Because I’ve been waiting a while for you to be free.”

His touch, like a spark of dynamite, sizzled
fiercely against her skin. Did he just say what she thought she
heard? He wanted her? “Have you now?” Violet played spider up his
left arm until she reached the bunched muscles of his shoulder. She
brushed her hands over the warm tensile beauty of his ripped chest
and moved lower to the expanse of his tight flat belly and slid her
fingers under his shirt.

“Yes, I have. That punk didn’t deserve you.
Especially after the way he ended it.”

“Oh.” She dropped her hand. “You heard that
too,” she said, glancing down blankly at her fingernails.

Logan cupped her under the chin, lifting her
gaze to his. “Hey. I’m glad he did.”

Violet’s gaze went high over his left
shoulder, and she tucked her hair behind her ear. Even though it
gave her the freedom to be here with Logan, being dumped still
burned. “Why is that?”

The sky, lit up with stars that sparkled like
diamonds and she watched the change in his eyes, saw his irises
darken to a richer hue that took her breath away. Her heartbeat
quickened from anticipation, or fear, she wasn’t sure which.
Something hot drifted through her body. Something wet pooled in the
aching area between her legs, and she wanted to lose herself in his
deep, chocolate gaze.

Logan reached up and brushed his knuckles
down her cheek, over her bottom lip. He leaned forward, his breath
a whisper over her skin. “So I can do this.”

He kissed her.

At first, she didn’t believe it was
happening. A feeling of incredulity coasted around inside her when
his tongue slid into her mouth, his teeth nipped at her bottom lip.
He took his time and coaxed a response from her as he captured her
essence.

Then she remembered what this weekend was
about. Seducing Logan McMasters. And lost herself in the kiss.
Instinctively, she lifted her arms and wrapped them around his
neck, clutching fistfuls of his silky hair between her fingers. His
mouth was tender one moment, boldly erotic the next.

Violet pressed her body forward, and he
moaned as he lowered his hands to the swell of her butt and
squeezed. Fierce pleasure careened through her when the hint of his
arousal pressed against her stomach. It made her heart swell to
know he burned with the same wicked desire she felt for him.

He gentled his touch and tantalized her
tongue, sucking it into the hot cavern of his mouth. “And the
bathing suit you had on earlier… God, if there hadn’t been anyone
around I would have ripped it from your body right there in the
pool.”

This was what she wanted. She grinded against
him, snaking her leg up the side of his and wrapping it around his
thigh. Her plan had actually worked. Logan McMasters was hers. For
one night, he belonged to her.

“But I like this one better,” he murmured and
delivered a series of mind-numbing kisses along her neck and
shoulder. “It shows just enough to make me want to see more.”

The lips of her pussy pulsed with need, every
nerve ending alive as he dipped his hand beneath the seam of her
shorts, inside her bikini bottom and caressed her. Wet heat dripped
out as the friction of his shorts and his bulging erection moved
against her.

Logan’s tongue swept back into the moist
recess of her mouth as need hammered inside her. A word of warning
whispered somewhere in the back of her mind, but desire swept
through her, intense and molten, silencing the forewarning and
leaving nothing but staggering awareness in its wake. He tangled
his fingers in her hair and titled her head back, finding her neck
again.

Violet made a soft, keening noise in the back
of her throat, gripped the bulging muscles of his arms and
struggled to maintain her footing on the shifting ground.

Logan lowered her to the sand and rolled his
body until he covered hers, the surface soft against her back, and
a warm breeze caressed her skin. For one long moment, everything
caught and held. Her breathing seized. His gaze locked on her face.
The sea-salt air charged and pulsed around them, saturated with
anticipation. He ground against her as if he were already inside
her. Her hips lifted, wishing he were. His chin scraped the swell
of her breast, and she struggled for breath, loving the feel of his
stubble on her heated skin. Finding her breasts, he fondled them
with enough pressure to make her writhe for more.

She’d always known it would be like this
between them. For years, she wondered if the powerful dominance he
exhibited on the football field became formidable sexual prowess in
bed.

He clutched the edge of the suit over her
right breast, lifted it and exposed her nipple, then dipped to pull
it between his lips. When he gently bit down, it was both pleasure
and pain. As his mouth closed over her nipple and he suckled with
hard pulls, tremors of pleasure rippled across her skin.

Shuddering as his fingers skimmed down her
body, she bowed her back when he slid his hands between her legs,
cupping her, rubbing the fabric of her bathing suit against the
heat of her desire.

“I need these off,” he said, tugging her
shorts and the panty of her suit over her hips and down her legs.
Kneeling between her parted thighs, he stared down at her. “What a
beautiful pussy,” he said and coasted his thumb over the hard nub
of her clit.

Every time she’d been around the man, even
when she’d been in a relationship with someone else, she’d wondered
what it would be like to have sex with him. Now, she knew. Hunger
glared in his eyes. The knowledge he desired her, wanted to taste
her, produced a carnal, needy groan that escaped from her throat
and had her lifting her hips wanting more, craving his touch,
craving his mouth.

Logan darted his tongue over his lips. “I
wonder what the flavor is,” he said before lowering his head.

A moan pulled from her as his hands brushed
over her trembling thighs as he gently parted her folds. He began
at the very top and moved deliciously downward and back up again
with a tantalizing lick.

“Please Logan…”

She drew in a sharp intake of air when he
drew her clit inside his hot mouth, sucking, teasing. The skilled
sweep of his tongue slowly built up friction, darting back and
forth over her.

“So sweet,” he murmured and continued to
lick.

Loving the way he pleasured her, she squirmed
uncontrollably. Her restless hands found his head, and she scraped
her fingernails across his scalp. “That feels so good. Oh,
yes!”

He continued to lick and suck, tug and nip at
her, sliding his tongue up and down her wet crevice. When he
stopped and slid a finger inside, she almost flew off the soft dry
sand. In and out he curled his finger between her legs. She was so
wet she felt her juices slide between the crease of her ass. Violet
groaned and squeezed her legs together, capturing his head. It
didn’t stop him. He delved deeper, licked harder, impelled first
one, then two fingers inside.

The magnitude of her orgasm matched the
crashing waves that swallowed the beach. A rising tide of passion
dragged her under and stole her breath. She thought she might die
of bliss as wave after wave swamped her, pulling her under.

He sat up on his knees, evidence of her
release on his lips and chin. It made her smile, and she wanted to
return the favor. In one swift move, she hooked her leg around his
waist and tumbled him backward onto the sand. He landed with an
oomph
, but grinned when she straddled him.

“Damn, woman. What was that?”

“I work out too,” she said, smiling at
him.

Lying back, he crossed his arms behind his
head. “At one of my gyms, I hope.”

She trailed a French manicured nail down the
middle of his chest, gripped the waistband of his shorts and tugged
them down and over his hips. He wasn’t wearing underwear.
“Maybe.”

She did, actually, own a membership to one of
his clubs, and used it regularly to exercise and stay in shape.

“The monthly membership is very affordable,”
he said on a hiss as she curled her fingers snugly around the base
of his thick shaft and began to stroke. She wet her lips, lips that
would soon be wrapped around him. The thought of it aroused her
more than she already was.

“Damn. What are you doing to me?”

Violet swiped her thumb over the tip,
smoothing the wetness that oozed from the tip of his cock.
“Hopefully something you like.”

Logan muttered through clenched teeth, “Like
is not a strong enough word.”

Gripping firmer, stroking harder, she leaned
forward and ran her tongue over the darkened tip. He was salty and
sweet and thoroughly delicious.

He grasped a handful of her hair when she
gently eased her mouth over his cock. “Shit,” he moaned.

Slowly, she swirled her tongue down his
thickness, around and around, before coming up again to kiss the
tip. Covering just the head, she sucked harder, allowing his cock
to come out of her mouth over and over with a popping noise. Each
time she’d twine her tongue around the shaft. She opened her lips
wider and sank all the way down until the tip of his cock touched
the back of her throat. Closing her mouth around him, she sucked
and licked, cupped his sac in her hand and squeezed. His balls were
large and tight with need, yet the flesh covering them was soft and
very sensitive, judging by the groans coming from his mouth.

Logan jerked upward. “Fuck, that feels
good.”

One hand cupped his sac, while the other slid
around his cock. She twisted her tongue around his shaft, and
smoothed her mouth over him, tasting his essence.

“Oh my god, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He arched into the sexual heat of her mouth, and she glanced up to
find his eyes closed, his face taut with pleasure.

She pulled her mouth away. “Watch me, Logan.
Watch me taste you.”

Logan rose up to lean on his hands, and his
heated gaze locked with hers and she loved the fact he seemed
mesmerized, watching her lower her mouth back to his cock and take
it deeper, her free hand massaging his balls.

Another groan rumbled from his chest as he
fucked her mouth and watched her slide his cock back and forth
between her lips. She stroked hard, sucked long and deep, over and
over until he was flat on his back again, pumping wildly with the
need to release.

His pleasured cry rent the air as he
thickened and hardened even more than he already was. “No,” he
groaned, pushing her head away. “I want to be inside you. Logan
scrambled to his pants for his wallet and pulled out a condom.
Within seconds he’d sheathed himself and tugged her beneath
him.

With his knee, he urged her legs apart.
“You’re making me crazy.”

“That was the idea,” she said, lifting her
legs and placing them on his shoulders.

He palmed his cock and massaged it. Taking
the tip, he rubbed it between the slit of her glistening pussy
lips.

“Damn, you’re wet.”

Squirming, she lifted her hips. “And
ready.”

He buried himself inside on a needy moan. “Oh
yes.”

Violet tilted her hips upward, bringing him
even deeper.

“Oh, god,” he groaned, a husky murmur of
approval.

“Fuck me, Logan. Fast. Don’t stop.”

And he did. He thrust his body forward again
and again, in a wild frenzy of passionate hunger. The intensity of
his pounding brought her to a quick orgasm, ecstasy shimmering
through her on a cascading wave.

Yet, he didn’t stop.

“Again,” he said as he pounded into her.

With his thumb, he pressed down on her clit
and circled the protruding nub, offering her no relief from his
erotic onslaught.

“Logan,” she rasped, struggling for
breath.

“Hmm…I’ve always wondered what my name would
sound like on your lips when I was inside you.”

She swallowed, unable to gather her thoughts
as he eased in and out of her more slowly now, tormenting her with
his easy rhythm.

“I like it.”

He continued his torturous glide, in and out,
the base of his dick teasing over her clit, his balls slapping
against her bare ass. “I’ve thought of nothing else since I walked
in the door and saw you today.”

Violet’s mind was numb. Her body trembled
with need and desire. To hear him say the words was a sweet song to
her ears. “Oh, Logan.”

He groaned, deep and husky. “That’s right,
say my name again.”

“Logan,” she whispered.

“Ah, Violet,” he ground out between clenched
teeth. “So sweet. So fucking sweet.”

A whisper of wind drifted across Violet’s
breasts and teased her already sensitive skin. Every sound
accentuated now that he’d slowed the pace. Waves tumbled onto the
sand. An up tempo beat of music carried on the wind.

He slid his fingers between hers and carried
both their hands above her head, the grittiness from the sand
scratching her skin. Lowering his mouth, he kissed her, suckling
from her lips, caressing her tongue. Logan’s touch was slow now,
more controlled. He moved down her body, taking a taut peak into
his mouth, circling the sensitive nub.

“Logan,” she whispered again, arching into
his mouth, aching desperately for rapturous relief. Her breath
caught as he moved from one breast back to the other. His greedy
mouth, heated caress, rock hard cock pumping into her wet pussy was
more than she could stand.