SevenSensuousDays (11 page)

Although that was what had brought her here, she wanted to
give both of them more. Memories he’d hopefully treasure as much as she would.

She tongued his right ball out of her mouth and eased the
left one inside, adoring its texture and taste. All male.

He panted, groaned, and swore frequently, but didn’t tell
Tessa to stop. More than likely, he figured she wouldn’t.

Once he was too sluggish to resist any longer, his strength
no more than a memory, Tessa released him. She kissed his belly, then rested
her head on it.

After several minutes had passed, Logan stroked her hair,
his movements alternately jerky and listless. He yawned loud enough to chase
away the newest flies, then mumbled, “We should go inside.”

She snuggled closer, making no effort to get up. This was
too nice. The air was still warm, but had lost a bit of its heat. Vegetation,
flowers, the sweet scent of freshly cut grass perfumed the air, along with the
fragrance of suntan lotion and their musk. Birds warbled their songs. Other
than that and the leaves rustling in the wind, it was quiet. No planes
overhead. No motors purring down the road. “Why?”

“There are beds in there.”

She ran her hand over his weary cock and down his muscular
thigh. “I have no complaints about this. Go on, take a nap. I know you need to.”

“And you don’t?”

Tessa heard his skepticism and male pride beneath it. “I’m
good. Could probably run a couple of miles without breaking a sweat.”

“Wow. I’d like to see that. Go on. Dazzle me.”

She held back a yawn. “I don’t know my way around here. I
could get lost.”

“Just follow the road. About a mile up is the caretaker’s
house. You can take a look inside. Like I said, they won’t be back until next
Sunday.”

Because he’d planned this very well. In appreciation, Tessa
suckled his belly.

Logan sighed loudly. “Or you could keep doing that.”

Just shy of giving him a world-class hickey, Tessa stopped
and rested her cheek below his navel, her eyes closed. “In a few hours, when
you get back your strength…that is, if you can get it back—”

“If?” he interrupted. “Hours?”

“That’s right. You’re only forty-eight. Still almost young.”

“I’m thirty-three.”

“Seriously?”

He reached over and playfully smacked her ass.

Nice. “Hey, I believe you,” she said, blindly drawing her
initials on his belly. “And I think it’s great that you’re still relatively
young.”

He laughed good-naturedly at her teasing, the sound rumbling
in his belly.

Leaning up, Tessa licked the short dark hairs beneath his
navel, then grinned inwardly at how that made Logan release all of his breath. “Tell
you what, I’ll give you five minutes to pull yourself together and to ditch
your clothes, then we’ll make love out here.”

“No.”

He’d answered so quickly, so harshly, Tessa lifted her head.

His knuckles were white from clenching his fingers, his arm
still draped over his eyes.

“Okay,” she said. “We’ll go inside. As soon as you want.”

He didn’t respond. She watched his tension build, then drain
away, as though he’d willed it to do so.

“We can go inside in a minute,” he finally mumbled.

Embarrassment and apology colored his words, no doubt for
responding as he had. She waited for more.

“It’s all right,” he murmured, composed not irritated. “We’ll
stay here for the time being. We’ll rest.”

Tessa nodded. Logan didn’t see.

“Sure,” she said.

Offering no further comment, he remained as he was,
pretending to fall asleep, then finally doing so, just as she’d said he should.

His features relaxed, giving him the look of contentment and
trust. Tessa drank him in, moved by the image he presented. A strong man lost
to slumber. Peaceful finally?

She thought back to the last minutes, trying to determine
what she’d said that was so wrong. So obviously hurtful to him.

A schematic of Logan’s latest medical device filled his
mind. He could see only snatches of it with those images smeared, impossible to
read. He brought the papers closer to his face, then wondered why he wasn’t
looking at them on his computer. Didn’t make sense.

Was he dreaming?

With the heel of his hand, he rubbed his eyes, trying to
clear them. No good. In his dream, or whatever this was, he might as well have
been looking at the diagrams through a coating of Vaseline.

Something tickled his hand. A thick tress of long, honey-blonde
hair.

Tessa’s?

He wound the strand around his palm repeatedly, trying to
find her, but couldn’t. He followed the lock across his office and through the
hall to the front door, not understanding how her hair could be so lengthy.

Molly sniffed at his heels. Jack yapped.

“Quiet,” he scolded.

Both pups whined loudly.

Logan opened the front door. Instead of his estate, he saw
the auction’s stage. Tessa chained to a column, her nudity presented to a crowd
of men. The bids came fast. At the podium, Ronnie smiled and pointed to one of
the men in back, his face concealed by the shadows.

“You’re the winner,” Ronnie told him. “Claim your prize.”

No. Hell no. Logan’s shoulders bunched. “She’s mine,” he
called out.

“Touch me,” Tessa breathed from behind him. “Take me.”

Logan turned and squinted at the spotlight pouring down on
them. From where? He looked up and saw the sun. Its heat warmed his face,
shoulders, chest. He was naked. When had that happened?

Suddenly, Tessa was behind him, her cheek pressed to his
shoulder, her fingers skimming his back, touching the rutted skin, the scarring
from—

Logan awoke with a start, his heart slamming into his chest.
He stared stupidly at the sun winking through countless leaves. A fly buzzed
near his face. He swatted at it, his dream returning. Tessa stroking his
disfigurement.

Instinctively, he touched his tee, relieved he still wore
it. His jeans were bunched around his thighs, his cock resting on his balls,
exactly as he recalled before conking out.

He glanced to the side. Tessa’s back was to him, her head
titled upward as she took a long quaff of beer. The ends of her hair reached
past the middle of her back, one tress swaying above a small brown mole.
Finished with her prolonged sip, she belched quietly, apologized to no one in
particular…her tone hushed…put the empty bottle on the afghan and went to her
hands and knees to peer at something in the grocery bag.

From this angle, Logan had a perfect view of her cunt. Those
smooth, moist folds were more beautiful than anything men could create. They
snatched his breath and sent a torrent of animal desire through his limbs.
Several blades of grass were stuck to her right buttock and left calf. Another
mole graced the middle of her thigh. At the top of her ass were two deep
dimples, just as tantalizing as the one she made when smiling.

He rolled to the side and moved awkwardly in his jeans—but
as swiftly as he could—until he was between her legs.

“Don’t move,” he ordered, his hand on her voluptuous ass.

Tessa looked over. Her hair spilled forward, veiling her
face.

So much for following his orders.

Logan eased her tresses away, catching a whiff of the booze
she’d drunk. Tessa’s gaze questioned. He thought it also yearned, the same as
his.

This simply wasn’t going as he’d planned. He’d wanted to
mount her in his bedroom, just as he’d envisioned earlier when he’d been there
and she’d been downstairs, cooing to Molly and speaking to someone at the
agency. He needed that measure of control, being able to dim the lighting or
use candles to create a romantic, dreamy scene. Less harsh and revealing than
the unforgiving sun out here. That’s why he’d spoken so harshly to her before
he’d fallen asleep. And felt like a total shit for doing so. He’d sensed her
confusion and hurt. At the time, he’d wanted to pull her into his arms, tell
her how he really felt.

Trouble was, he didn’t know how that might be, except
scared. Of disappointing and somehow failing her. With that being totally nuts.
She was here to see to his needs, not the other way around. Didn’t she keep
telling him that?

He had to try harder to put this into perspective and keep
his distance.

He eased closer, drawn to her by a force he didn’t
understand and definitely feared. Unable to sort it out, Logan simply went with
the flow, amazed at how fucking down to earth she was, no obvious artifice, her
giving nature as intrinsic to her character as her green eyes. Within them,
intelligence burned, along with wisdom and empathy. At one time in his life,
during the worst of his days with Nicole, he might have welcomed Tessa’s
compassion. Not now. Not this minute. He needed to be macho man.

Logan ran his hand between her cheeks, bypassing her anus to
reach her cleft.

Desire transformed her features, turning them dreamy,
wanting. Precisely what he liked.

“Don’t moan too loud,” he warned, “or you might disturb the
wildlife.”

Her mouth turned up in a blissful smile. “And that would be
you?”

Fucking A. Reinforced steel had nothing on his cock. The
damn thing hadn’t been this hard since his teens. Tessa did that to him.

And something else. She brought out his protective nature
again. “Oh shit,” he groaned. “I forgot the condoms.”

“Don’t go,” she said before he could. “You don’t need them.
I’m on the Pill.”

Of course. And she’d also been checked out by the agency,
the same as him, so no one would be harmed physically.

Uncertain whether to be grateful about that or troubled by
his mounting lust, Logan shut down all of his feelings except for desire. With
one hand on Tessa’s waist to keep her still, he lifted his shaft in the other,
running the crown down the length of her slit. Slippery with her arousal. Plump
with longing. A gift no sane man could have refused.

He eased the tip of his cock inside.

Jesus.
His head fell forward. He forgot how to
breathe. Suede couldn’t have been softer, more yielding than Tessa’s body. Her
supple folds hugged the crown of his cock. Her sheath welcomed and harbored it.
He burrowed inside slowly, starved for every sensation, craving for this to
last.

Tessa moaned.

Coming from her, the sound was lusty and honest. It fed
Logan’s passion, the same as her pussy’s intense tightness and heat, filling
the emptiness deep within him. That would return. It always did. Though not
until this was over.

Inch by inch, he tunneled into her, drawing out the act.
Tessa wiggled. She lifted her ass. No doubt hoping he’d get a move on and give
her some sexual relief. Logan didn’t. Not yet, at least. She was his prize, his
pleasure slave, right? He commanded. She obeyed.

Just shy of their bodies touching, he paused and gulped air,
relishing the moment. Her sheath caressing him, encouraging his cock to thicken
a bit more, increasing the astonishing pressure. If there was a heaven, this
was it. Though not all that he needed.

Powerless to wait any longer, Logan drove the last of
himself inside, his balls tapping her, his body trembling with ecstasy.

She curled her fingers into the afghan, holding tight.

Wouldn’t do her any good. He was going to give Tessa the
ride of her life. Her pleasure mattered. More than Logan wanted to admit.
Partly because he had to prove that he still had it in this department…the rest
of him might be fucked up, but he’d remained a good lover. Partly because he
liked her. Got her, as she seemed to get him. Yep, they were definitely on the
same wavelength.

And if he’d met her earlier in his life, they might have
been lovers and friends.

Too late for that now.

Denying everything except this moment, Logan eased out of
Tessa and thrust back inside. The richness of her moan proved she liked that.
Whatever doubt he’d had eased away, replaced by wonder, excitement, eagerness
he hadn’t experienced in too long. Leaning down, he ran his hand over her belly
to her clit, stroking it.

She grunted indelicately.

Sweet.

“Like that?” he murmured.

“Oh god, yeah.”

She’d blurted her words, her manner ingenuous. Exactly as a
woman should be when having a good time. Grinning, Logan pumped once more, his
movement measured and unrelenting. Tessa huffed. Her sheath narrowed with her
building excitement, embracing him even more. She was beyond wet, fucking
drenched with arousal. By degrees, he increased the pace of his thrusts even as
he stroked her clit unhurriedly.

Her head moved from side to side, her silky hair swaying.
Perspiration coated her shoulders and the small of her back. Logan’s tee clung
to his sweaty chest. His jaw ached from clenching his teeth, his determination
to hold off.

Tessa didn’t even try. She whimpered then cried out,
heedless about his earlier admonition not to scare the wildlife.

Fear didn’t drive Logan now. Pure male hunger did. With his
hands on Tessa’s hips, he pumped without constraint. The breeze picked up,
pushing the leaves aside, allowing the sun to spill over them, turning her skin
from rosy to ivory beneath its radiant glow. So goddamn alluring, Logan nearly
lost it.

Teeth gritted, he fought his urges, doing mathematical
equations in his head so he wouldn’t come too fast.

Didn’t help.

Tessa’s snug warmth, her female scent, the pulsing deep
within her channel from her climax undid him.

Logan bellowed his delight, his heart and chest pumping so
hard it was a miracle neither of them burst. Damp with perspiration, weary as
hell, he sagged forward, wrapping his arms around Tessa, holding her close. Not
wanting to think about anything except this.

This time, they fell asleep together and awoke near dusk.
Smears of clouds tinted the sky pink and orange. Far above the horizon it was deep
blue. A fat moon hung to the right. Already Tessa could see a few faint stars.
The country air smelled wonderful, scrubbed clean by vegetation, fresh and
promising.

Logan smelled even better.

She pressed her face to his neck, enjoying the lingering
hint of soap, his musk, and her scent that she’d rubbed on him. Like a cat,
wanting to mark him as her property.

They kissed deeply for several minutes, her hand wandering
back to his hairy groin and magnificent cock, his travelling over her breasts,
cunt, and jewelry.

Tessa’s smile ended their kiss. With her lips still to his,
she whispered, “If you’re good, I may let you wear that.” She placed her hand
on his to let him know what she meant.

He kept fingering the gems. “Red’s not my color.”

“You’re sure?”

“Absolutely. So I guess I’ll have to be bad.”

“Always an option. Let’s go inside. Race you.”

“Hey.”

She’d shoved him down as she had earlier, taking advantage
of his surprise to overcome his strength. Even in her wedged sandals, Tessa was
yards away before he hollered, “You are so going to pay for that.”

Turning to him, she took another couple of steps back. “Are
you threatening to punish me?”

He looked up from buttoning his jeans. “Who said it’s a
threat?”

Ah. A promise. Even better. “You’d have to catch me first,
wouldn’t—”

Oh, shit.
He was on his feet, barreling toward her.

Tessa gaped, then bolted across the lawn in a diagonal
direction. Not an easy thing given the slope of the property, her wedged
sandals, and the increasing gloom she hadn’t yet adjusted to. She squealed as
Logan gave serious chase, coming up behind her, pressing close. Alternately
laughing and panting, Tessa changed course, running toward him. She saw a flash
of his face—complete surprise—as she zipped past. Okay, not zipped exactly.
More like wobbled.

He laughed, then growled, catching up, grabbing her arm. “Guess
what?” he panted. “I’ve caught you.”

That he had. “Congratulations. For a man your age, that’s
some feat.”

“Oh, you are so in for it.” He directed her toward the
steps. “Grab the railing and bend over, ass high.”

Tessa turned from him to the rail and back. “What?”

Logan crowded her, all laughter gone. “Don’t pretend you don’t
know what I’m talking about. Just do it.”

He was actually going to punish her?

Tessa’s mouth went so dry, her upper lip stuck to her teeth.
Lightheaded with excitement, she planted her hands on the railing and bent at
the waist.

“Did I just see you move?” he asked.

Well, her heart was certainly sprinting to his put-on macho
act. Damn, it was delicious. “I’m just breathing.”

“I think you’re trying to escape.” He leaned down to her and
warned, “Don’t you dare budge an inch from this spot, or it’ll be even worse
for you.”

He went to the afghan, grabbing two napkins, tying their
ends together. Returning to her, he used the linen to secure Tessa’s hands to
the railing. She tugged hard, testing the bonds.

Logan placed his hand on hers. “Are you fighting me?”

Nope. Tessa turned limp with longing. She met his gaze in
the growing moonlight, adoring the sin in his eyes, and shook her head.

“Lift your ass,” he ordered.

She obeyed gladly.

Logan strode from one side of her to the other, regarding
her subservient position. Truly his property. Her pussy so congested with
desire, she had to hold back a wanting moan. He hadn’t given her permission to
speak. She was his slave. He, her master.

“Not one sound,” he warned.

Tessa bit her bottom lip as he went behind her this time,
remaining there, no doubt viewing her ass and openings. In the increasing
darkness, that was perfectly all right with her. However, seconds eventually
turned to minutes. How long was he going to stay back there, making her wait? She
wanted to look, see the expression on his face, but at the same time she didn’t,
enjoying the suspense.