Something Wet: Beach House Nights Book 2 (5 page)

Love.

Where the heck had that come from?

“Let’s see. I play a mean game of pool. I bet
you could beat the pants off me in bowling. I love a good action
movie.” His arms, strong and heavy, snaked around her, snuggling
her closer to his warm body. “But if I had you next to me in a nice
dark theatre, I could be persuaded to enjoy a chick flick. For the
right price, of course.”

“And what price would that be?” she
asked.

Logan inclined his head to nip at her neck,
his warm breath tickling her skin. “I’m sure you can figure it
out.”

Violet’s cheeks grew warm.
Oh yeah
.
She knew exactly what price she would pay to be in Logan McMaster’s
arms.

“I also like midnight strolls on the
beach.”

Check
.

“Lying up under the stars with a beautiful
woman.”

Check, check.

“And making mad passionate love.”

Check, check…and check
.

Suddenly, Logan flipped her over and she was
lying on her back. When she looped her arms around his neck, he
swooped down and licked into her mouth, stealing the comment she
was about to say. He groaned, dragging his lips from hers to nibble
at her neck. The graze of his unshaven jaw sent a stimulating
scream of sensation through every pore in her body.

“We’re not…we’re not done with our game.”

His low, sinful voice was a temptation in
wickedness. “We have all night to play games.” He moved lower,
teasing her nipples through her thin cotton shirt. A shiver of
desire rippled over her clit.

“I know one we can play,” he said, still
moving lower until he’d captured her thighs in his arms and pulled
her further down the lounge chair. “How about we see who can remove
the others clothes the fastest?”

He began to tug on her shorts. Violet snapped
out of the desire induced stupor she was in and reached for her
waistband. “Not here. Someone will see us.”

As he crawled back up her body, a devilish
grin filled Logan’s eyes. “I know you’re not afraid to let anyone
see this delectable body.”

A delicious shiver ran through her.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he
whispered, his hands already inching up under her shirt, inflaming
every skin cell he touched.

“I’ve already seen yours,” she said, pulse
pounding with arousal. Every swipe of his fingers, every tease of
his tongue, kindled little fires of ecstasy only he knew how to
extinguish. “There are plenty of beds upstairs we can find.”

“I’ll make you a deal.”

Oh boy.

“Touch yourself for me. Then we’ll go in the
house.”

Her mouth turned to sand. “What?”

“Touch yourself,” he crooned, his voice a
silken caress across her shoulder, not one inch of her exposed skin
hadn’t felt his lips.”

She trembled hard. “Do you have some secret
voyeurism fetish I need to know about?”

Logan licked the crease below her bottom lip.
“I didn’t. But right now, just the thought of watching you finger
yourself makes me rock hard.” He looked up, his gaze going from
left to right. “From this position, no one will know what you’re
doing but me.”

She’d know. She’d masturbating in private
many times, but this…

His pupils flared in the moonlight. “Are you
going to make me beg?”

Shaking her head, she glanced around, a
combination of nervous beats and erotic energy pulsing inside her.
Staring into his eyes, she undid the button and zipper of her
shorts. When she slid her fingers inside to touch herself, Logan’s
gaze lowered and a slow, seductive smile coasted over his face.

Her pussy was drenched. In a perpetual state
of arousal since she saw Logan walk in the door, she wasn’t
surprised by this fact. Sitting back against the lounge, she spread
her legs further a part. Tilting her head to the side, she brought
her hand back out of her pants, and she heard him whimper. But when
she touched his lips with those same fingers, he opened his mouth
with a smile, closed his mouth over them, and sucked.

Withdrawing the wet digits, she sank them
into her shorts, into her wet, aching pussy. A soft sigh of
pleasure escaped her lips as she pushed inside and tightened the
hot flesh of her inner walls.

The tension and heat radiating from Logan was
palpable evidenced by the giant bulge in his pants as he watched
her. She was so aroused she couldn’t stand it. “Ohhhh,” she sighed,
and began to rock her hips forward.

Very conscious of the power she held, Violet
purposefully measured the movement of her fingers in and out of her
body. Her nipples pebbled beneath her silk bra. With her free hand,
she slid her shirt up, uncupped her breast, and tilted it upward,
tugging the peak into her mouth.

Logan’s nostrils widened, his eyes glittered
like hot milk chocolate. “Fuck.”

She shoved deeper, harder, wet heat
saturating her pants and hand. At the same time, she pressed her
palm over her clit and bore down, rubbing the tight nub. Their
heavy breathing accentuated the clashing waves. More than anything
she wanted him to sink onto his knees, remove her hand and replace
it with his mouth.

Violet imagined him sucking her clitoris,
feasting from the heat between her thighs, his thrashing tongue
sinking in and out of her. But then Logan rubbed himself and
squeezed, and she knew she wanted something else more. “I want you,
Logan. I wish it were you inside me.”

Logan stood and swooped her up into his arms.
She opened the double French door, and he used his foot to close
it, the slam echoing through the house. At the steps, he gritted
his teeth and said, “I can’t make it that far,” before he rounded
the steps and stomped to the powder room by the front door.

Inside he all but tore her shorts off before
he sheathed himself, lifted her up onto the single sink, and
plunged himself inside her. The porcelain was cold against her
bottom, the tall bathroom faucet bit into her back, but the only
thing she felt was pleasure.

Violet wrapped her legs around Logan as he
cupped one arm around her waist and placed the other flat against
the mirror behind her. Then he rocked, over and over again into her
with a raw urgency that stole her breath. She shivered as he kissed
her behind her ear, around her throat until he sank his teeth into
her collarbone, drawing a hiss of satisfaction from between her
teeth.

“Oh, Logan,” she said, whispering
shallowly.

It didn’t matter to her that someone could
walk past the door at any moment. Hell, had they even locked it?
She shuddered, leaning her head back against the mirror.

Logan sank into her, thrust deep, filling her
with hot, sweet pleasure. She arched in unspeakable ecstasy,
lifting her hips to match each powerful drive. With agonized gasps,
she forced the breath from her lungs. His short, ragged sighs
penetrated the room as light seeped in from under the closed door.
He pressed harder and faster as her thighs began to shake. She felt
the orgasm building, could feel every blood cell in her body heat
up with tension and desire.

“Oh God, Violet. What…?” he began to ask her
before his body tensed and he exploded inside her, continuing to
pump over and over again.

She wasn’t far behind him. To keep from
screaming out, she locked her mouth on a spot on his chest and bit
down, groaning, seized by a rush of sensation so intense she
shuddered with unabashed abandon.

A long while later, she released a harsh rush
of breath.

“Damn, woman. You’re going to kill me,” he
croaked on a shallow pant.

*****

Violet placed a load of clothes in her
washing machine and almost hit her head on the cabinet door above
when she jerked up. The doorbell was ringing. The last thing she
wanted was company. She would have ignored it, seeing as though her
car was in her garage and no one really knew she was at home, but
whoever it was, they were persistent. The doorbell quieted but now
they banged on the door.

She stacked the basket on top, closed the
door, and walked through her living area into the foyer. When she
looked out the peephole, air whooshed out of her lungs and her
heart began to beat rapidly in her chest.

It was Logan.

What the heck was he doing here? How did he
even know where she lived?

When she opened the door, she didn’t have
time to say anything before he stepped in, took her by the
shoulders, and fastened his mouth to hers, smothering her startled
gasp.

She placed her palms on his chest to push him
away but ended up gripping him fiercely close instead. His warm,
delicious taste invaded her senses as his tongue dueled with hers.
Her entire body shook, an explosive combination of adrenaline,
delight, and pleasure. The kiss was urgent, bruising even, as he
kissed her with a deep hunger that was powerful, and devastating to
her heart and soul.

Logan was here.

Logan was kissing her.

She whimpered when he broke the kiss.

“That was goodbye,” he said before kicking
the door close with his foot.

He moved her backward, her thighs colliding
with the sofa table she had in the entryway. Before she could
protest, he yanked her shorts and panties down her legs and lifted
her onto the desk. “This is hello,” he muttered before dropping to
his knees and closing his mouth over her pussy, sending jolts of
pure, unadulterated bliss to her groin.

“Logan,” she gasped. “Oh, God.” She closed
her eyes and struggled for breath. No man had ever taken her with
this kind of raw, primitive passion.

“Why the hell did you leave without saying
goodbye?” he asked huskily before swirling his tongue around her
clit.

She couldn’t find the words, any words. She
was left with only feeling, shards of pleasure that rippled through
her pussy like a wave. Her orgasm was so swift, so cataclysmic; she
had to fight for air. Tears pricked at the back of her eyelids, but
her pride kept them from running freely down her face.

Logan rose, pressed his forehead to hers.
“Tell me. Tell me why.”

She scrambled off the table and yanked up her
clothes and avoided his answer with a question of her own. “What
are you doing here?”

“You don’t know?” he asked her, an
incredulous expression on his face.

Walking away on shaky legs, she stepped into
her living area and put her oversized sofa between them. If he
touched her again, it would be over for her. “Look. This weekend
was great, but that’s all it was.” The stricken look on his face
twisted her heart. “I...I can’t do this.”

Logan gazed at her. “Violet... Did it mean
nothing? Everything we said? Everything we shared?”

It meant everything.

She didn’t think she was in love with him,
but the ache quivering inside her told her she felt something for
him and it scared her down to her toes. How could she feel so
deeply for him in one day? What she felt for the ass-wipe who’d
broken up with her via email didn’t even compare to what she felt
for Logan, and she didn’t understand it. She turned around, not
wanting him to see the tears that blurred her vision. “I don’t know
what you want me to say,” she whispered.

“I need you,” Logan said in a husky, ravaged
voice. “I...I don’t understand the feelings raging around inside
me. I’ve never
ever
felt this way before.”

Violet dragged in an unsteady breath and
laughed softly. “I know exactly how you feel.”

He came up to stand behind her. “When I woke
up and you were gone without even saying goodbye, I couldn’t
breath.”

That finally broke her. She swung around and
threw her arms around him. He pulled her close and lifted her
slightly in the air.

“I’m not going to make you any promises, but
I want to see what this is. I want to know if we have a chance. Can
we do that?” He set her down and leaned back to look at her.

A wave of relief swept through her, and she
nodded her head. “Yes.”

“I
can
tell you this.” He cupped her
face and kissed each cheek, her forehead, nose, and then her lips.
“I won’t ever lie to you, and if we end up not working...” His
mouth quirked up in a small grin. “…I promise not to break it off
by e-mail.”

That coaxed a little smile over her lips.

“Deal?”

She lifted her head. “Deal.”

Logan cupped her face between his hands and
kissed her as deeply and intensely as he’d kissed her that night on
the beach. Linking her hands with his, she walked backwards toward
her hallway. “You know,” she said. “We just had our first
fight.”

A sly, sexy look slanted over his features.
“Oh really.”

“You know what that means, right?”

“Make-up sex?”

Once they made it into her room, Violet
stepped away with a low, naughty laugh. “Make-up sex,” she agreed,
and pulled her shirt up and over her head.

The End

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