SevenSensuousDays (9 page)

He held out his hand.

Tessa laced her fingers through his, thrilled to be touching
him again. “I’m supposed to be serving you. You did all the work.”

“Don’t worry.” He rested his forehead against hers, just as
she’d seen her friends in school do with the boys they liked.

If someone had come upon them now, they might have believed
that she and Logan had been dating for ages. They were that comfortable with
each other. Completely in tune.

At least for the next seven days. After that…

Tessa didn’t want to go there.

“Your turn is coming,” he said.

Okay.

They remained as they were for a long moment. Tessa sensed
he savored the closeness, this sweet intimacy as much as she did, despite their
building appetite for each other.

With a smile that guaranteed all sorts of wickedness, Logan
eased away. Halfway down the hall to the front door, he stopped. “Wait. Forgot
something.”

He took a detour into the living room.

Nearly as lengthy as a football field, one of its walls was
all glass just as the other rooms in this place. A stone fireplace dominated
the area directly ahead. Positioned in front of it were two bronze leather
sofas and three chairs upholstered in dark-cherry leather. There were numerous
accent tables with either copper lamps or lush plants resting on them. Covering
the floor was the largest area rug Tessa had ever seen. Persian, like the one
in the hall, only this baby was quite colorful in shades of orange, red, and
gold.

All told, a magnificent room.

Logan lifted an afghan throw in a bright patchwork design
from one of the leather chairs. He handed it over. “So you don’t get any bugs
on you when we’re outside, rather than in here.”

Smiling, Tessa slung the thing over her shoulder. “Don’t be
such a baby. It won’t be so bad.”

“I’m definitely planning on that.”

With his cryptic-yet-suggestive comment, he walked past,
motioning for Tessa to follow.

How could she not.

She watched as Logan shooed the pups into a side room
divided into sections that Tessa couldn’t begin to understand. There were a
couple of low chairs—the kind kids sit on—what looked to be doggie beds, chew
toys, food, and two bowls of water. The Labs ignored all of it. Just in time,
Logan closed the door on them before they could slip out. They whined, bumping
their pudgy bodies against the wood, then clawing it.

“What are the sections for?” Tessa asked.

“It’s the Misty Method.”

“To do what?”

“Housebreak them beginning at three weeks.”

Tessa arched one eyebrow. “Misty’s a fairy godmother? She
waves her magic wand?”

“Hardly.” He kept smiling. “You divide their room into a
place for play, eating and well, you know. Once they get used to the idea of
not messing up the other areas, they go to the proper one if nature calls and I’m
not immediately available to see to their needs.”

“Clever. But what about what they’re doing now?” They were
still clawing the door. “Won’t they mess up it up?”

“It’s only wood. Just like all the furniture in here. If
they destroy anything, so what? It’s all replaceable.”

Not like pets…or people.

Tessa didn’t ask anything else. They crossed the front porch
and walked to the grassy slope that led to the pond. Stately trees surrounded
parts of it, their dense branches thick with leaves, some dipping toward the
water. It glittered beneath the heavy summer sun. To the left were the
fenced-in areas, a view that went on for miles, the road winding down it.

Unable to stop herself, Tessa hunched her shoulders and
lowered the afghan to hide her cunt. She kept glancing around instinctively,
worried that the caretakers might have returned for some unknown reason and
would soon be making their way here.

Logan’s steps slowed as they neared the pond. “How long have
you worked for the agency?”

She tried to sound nonchalant. “It’ll be a year soon.”

He didn’t ask how soon, simply nodding as if he’d already
suspected she hadn’t been seeing to men’s pleasure for very long. The breeze
tugged at his hair, making him seem sexier, downright reckless. “What made you
do the auction?”

“It was for a good cause.”

He stopped and so did she. With no hesitation at all, he
leaned into her. “Yes it was.”

Tessa shivered at his breath skimming her skin.

“No one’s out here,” he murmured, “except for us. The
caretakers won’t be back until next Sunday. Right now, they’re winging their
way toward Paradise Island. Their plane won’t even be traveling over this
property. It’s not on anyone’s flight plan. You wouldn’t be out here as you are
now if it were…I wouldn’t have put you in that position given your obvious
unease. I’m not that kind of man.”

Tessa already knew that. Even so, having him state it so
seriously relaxed her. “Thanks.”

“Save your thanks for later.” He gave her a knowing smile
and put the cloth bag on the ground. Once he’d spread out the afghan, he
offered Tessa his hand.

She sat as gracefully as she could, no longer trying to hide
her partial nudity.

Logan studied it. “Take off your bra, but leave the jewelry
and your shoes on.”

Tessa’s skin grew moist with anticipation. She did as he
asked, dropping her bra near his feet. Large and nicely shaped, his toes long.

Grinning, he pulled out the item in his front pocket. The
one she’d noticed earlier. Not a box of condoms as she’d expected, but suntan
lotion.

“Wouldn’t want you getting a burn,” he said, even though he’d
spread the afghan in the shade.

He dropped to his knees beside her.

Tessa rested her hand on his chest. Beneath her fingertips,
his heart hammered as forcefully as hers. His muscles were solid, arousing, and
comforting. “I should be putting lotion on you. I’m supposed to be seeing to
your pleasure.”

“That’s why you’re going to do exactly as I say. Lie back.
Arms above your head. Bend your knees. Spread your legs.”

She offered no argument to his plan.

That’s my baby.
Logan was going to arouse her until
she couldn’t think, was unable to question one fucking thing, and wanted
nothing more than their bodies together, indulging in their most pressing and
primitive needs. Him as deep as possible within her heated depths. Her giving
his cock shelter, a momentary respite from anything painful or bad.

She smoothed the afghan and positioned herself as Logan
wanted, all rosy skin, glossy hair, sensual woman accentuated by her incredible
cunt. Silken and bare, her vaginal lips puffy with lust, already slick with her
womanly moisture.

God bless her for being so fucking wet, and not from some
manufactured lubricant. Logan would have noticed that on her panties when she’d
removed them or when he’d come into the kitchen and she’d been bent over, her
cunt and anus so wonderfully exposed. Her vaginal lips hadn’t been plump with
desire then. She’d been moist but hardly damp. Not like now. He’d done this to
her.

Masculine pride and excitement welled in him, decidedly
adult emotions, yet he also felt like a kid with a new toy. Tessa was certainly
what he would have asked for at Christmas. Rarely had he met a woman so
straightforward, which made her seem even more youthful than she probably was.

“How old are you?” he asked, without meaning to.

If his question bothered her, she didn’t show it. “Twenty-four.”

He nodded and waited. When she didn’t pry into his life as
she’d seemed to want to do earlier, he said, “Aren’t you going to ask how old I
am? Or did you read it in my agency file?”

“I never saw your file. I didn’t ask to read it.”

No shit? Logan wanted to question why, but didn’t. There
were all those Internet articles about him that would have told her more than
she needed to know. His academic and professional history. The wealth he’d accumulated.
What happened with Nicole. That, of course, had been on TV too, fodder for the
cable news shows where talking heads debated the most recent tragedies,
offering opinions that had nothing to do with reality. “You like TV?” he asked.

Puzzlement flickered across her face. No doubt because of
his accusatory tone. “Some of the cable shows. I really like movies.”

He smiled indulgently. “How many times did you see
Twilight?”

“Oh come on, not that movie.” She rolled her eyes. “Or
The
Hunger Games.
I know I’m probably the only person in the world who didn’t
go nuts over either of them, but I didn’t. I’m not into action-adventure or
comic book stories either. You know, all those Transformer movies. I go more
for stuff like
Argo.
It’s one of my favs. And I couldn’t get enough of
The
Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.”

Logan couldn’t hide his surprise or pleasure. “You liked
that? I saw it three times. Read the trilogy afterwards. Amazing.”

“Oh hey, I agree. One of the best trilogies or books I’ve
ever read. And I read a lot. Probably too much. I just loved Salander. My god,
is she cool or what?” Tessa pressed her palm to her throat. “Imagine being able
to hack a computer like she did. Transferring billions from a creep’s account
to your own just like that.” She lifted her hand and snapped her fingers.

The same as she’d done when she’d told him about getting a
new family with none of them understanding her.

He did, or was beginning to and nodded.

She brightened even more. “What she did to that SOB who was
her guardian was amazing. Better than if she’d just beat him to a pulp like I
was hoping for.”

Logan smiled. “And here you said you were a nice person.”

“Fair,” she corrected.

“That’s right. And apolitical.”

Tessa arched one slender eyebrow.

“I bet you like
Hell on Wheels
too.Don’t deny
it,” he teased.

She grinned. “Bohannon’s my hero. He’s so freaking intense.
But nothing like Rick from
The Walking Dead.”

“You watch that?” Logan blurted, stunned and pleased.

“Of course. Don’t you?”

“Are you kidding? I can’t get enough of that series. Now
those are stories you can literally sink your teeth into.” He continued,
speaking above her laughter. “I really miss Dale and Shane, but Michonne, wow,
she kicks some serious ass.”

“Daryl too. His crossbow is the best weapon ever. I never
want the series to end. I know it has to, eventually, though I can’t imagine
what’s going to happen. Maybe they’ll find a cure for the virus, or whatever it
is. I bet it came from a conservative.”

Logan laughed, loving how it felt and how she looked right
now—engaged, her eyes sparkling, her few barriers down. His too. He’d enjoyed
these few moments, discussing ordinary stuff. Them getting to know each other a
little, exactly as she’d wanted.

The silence between them grew, becoming rich and intoxicating.
Weighty with anticipation. Remembering his task to rub her down with lotion,
Logan first leaned over and rummaged in the grocery bag for the napkins,
pulling two out.

Tessa watched in silence as he held the ends of the first
one between his hands, flipping it repeatedly until it resembled a small rope.
Her chin went up, her gaze following him while he slipped the napkin around her
wrists, knotting it securely.

There wasn’t anything in the vicinity to further tie her
hands to, keeping her from moving…making her feel bound and confined…so Logan
dragged the grocery bag over, tying the ends of the napkin to its handle. With
the four beers inside, it was heavy enough to keep Tessa in her place.

Beneath him. Opened. Willing.

Logan took the second napkin and folded it over until it
resembled a makeshift blindfold. Before he could put it on her, Tessa said, “Wait.”

Why? She didn’t like these kinds of games? “I won’t hurt
you,” he assured.

The way she rolled her eyes told him she already knew that.
Her frown followed. “I want to be able to see you.”

He brushed his mouth over hers. Her breathy sigh skimmed his
lips. “You have a whole week to do that.”

“I meant, when you undress. Out here. Now.”

Logan hadn’t planned to. “I don’t need to be undressed to
pleasure you.”

She laughed. “Like hell.”

“Shhhh.” He slipped the blindfold around her head, taking
care not to get any of her hair trapped in the knot. After a few adjustments to
make certain it was in place, he murmured, “Can you see anything? Don’t lie. I’ll
know. And then, I’ll have to punish you.”

Her face turned a bright red. She hushed, “Okay.”

That didn’t answer Logan’s question, but it was good enough
for him. He squirted the suntan lotion on the curve of her precious belly,
making certain not to get any on her jewelry. Although the concoction wasn’t
chilled in the least, Tessa arched her back and breathed hard.

Her gems rolled over her stomach, catching even more of the
light. Logan stared at them. “Did it hurt when you got your navel pierced?”

She swallowed. “Only for a minute or two.”

He smoothed the lotion over her belly.

A sound escaped her, sounding pleased. “Now, my wax…”

Logan used a lighter touch on her baby-soft mound. “Does the
lotion sting?”

“No.” She pulled in another breath and huffed it out. “Feels
good.”

Her fingers were curled into loose fists. Her nipples erect.
Logan rubbed the lotion down each side of her mound, dipping a bit to her ass,
making certain he didn’t touch her plump folds or clit. Not yet.

More color rushed to Tessa’s throat and cheeks with his
intimate exploration of her.

Logan leaned over and directed the next stream of lotion to
her breasts. She started, clearly not expecting it.

“This feel good?” he asked. He worked the creamy substance
into her luscious swells, avoiding the areolas and the long tips of her
nipples.