Something Wet: Beach House Nights Book 2 (3 page)

He stroked her slowly, pulling out and back
in again, arousing her to a feverish pitch.

“Logan… I can’t take… I don’t know if…
Please
.”

Nuzzling her neck, he asked, “What is it,
baby?”

Any other time the endearment would have made
her heart bloom, but right now it took everything in her not to
scream.

“Harder. Please, harder,” she moaned and
bucked wildly against him.

A low, guttural sound rumbled up from his
throat, and he shook his head. “I kinda like this tempo. Slow,
sexy, and you feel so goddamn good, so fucking wet. Not yet,
sweetheart. Not yet.”

He rocked his hips, deepened the penetration,
grinding the base of his cock against her clit. The sensation of
his thick hardness sliding in and out of her made her whimper with
desire. She writhed against him as he rained kisses over her face,
her neck, tugged the lobe of her ear into his mouth.

Then he found her lips again. They kissed
with a raw urgency that stole her breath. She shivered as he kissed
her below her ear, down her throat and across her collarbone. All
the while, he kept a steady pace rocking in and out of her wet
heat, driving her beyond bliss.

Violet shuddered, tilting her head back,
arching her back. He stroked her, teased her, tormented her as he
sank himself in her over and over again. He continued to take his
time, lips dancing over her skin, his cock driving deep.

When she thought she couldn’t take any more,
when she uncontrollably bucked and twisted frantically under him,
when her entire body was a tight knot of sexual frustration, Logan
relented and plunged deep, hard, fast, and wondrous.

As she surged upward repeatedly, her clitoris
swelled. Each thrust inside her sent jolts of electricity through
her. He pressed harder and faster. She could feel the orgasm build
as her thighs began to shake, every muscle in her body growing taut
with tension and desire.

When Logan’s hot mouth closed over her
shoulder, she gasped as the orgasm took hold. “Logan,” she
screamed.

He thrust one last time. “Violet,” he groaned
between clenched teeth. “Oh Violet.”

Long moments later, she let out a deep,
shuddering breath and relaxed her body on the sand. The hot length
of his subsiding erection slid out of her. He twisted around,
pulling her on top of him, and stroked a hand down her bare back,
sending delicious shivers through her body.

“I think I just died,” he whispered in her
ear.

“Then we died together,” she said.

He laughed softly. “It was a good death.”

“Oh yes, it was,” she murmured into his
shoulder.

Several more minutes passed before he rose
with her sitting in his lap. He gazed down at her. Sand coated her
legs, her back. She even felt some in her hair. “We need a
bath.”

Logan stood and took her hand. “Come on.
Let’s rinse off in the ocean.”

“That’s sea water, remember. We’re only going
to replace the sand with salt.”

“We can always shower when we get back to the
house. And there’s also the pool. But at least this way we won’t
track it inside.”

“You’ve got a point,” she said, following him
into the cool water.

Violet waded in and dropped down until it
covered her from head to toe. The coolness refreshed her, tickled
her warm skin. When she stood, a splash of water hit her face, and
she sputtered. Logan stood a few feet away from her with a grin on
his face.

“I can’t believe you just did that,” she said
and laughed. “You are so going to pay for that.” She dipped her
hands below the surface then launched a torrent of water toward
him.

She splashed, he splashed. She was laughing
so hard her stomach hurt.

“Okay, you win. You win,” he cried, hands up
in defeat. Logan grabbed her around the waist and lifted her in the
air, spinning her in a circle. “You win, beautiful. I give up.” A
bar of moonlight slanted across his face to reveal a grin.

She circled her arms around his neck.
“That’ll teach you.”

Logan released her slowly, her naked body
gliding sensuously down his. The tips of her nipples grazed his
chest, and they distended to hardened peaks. Already her body ached
for his again. And she knew he felt the same, the evidence of his
arousal growing rigid against her stomach.

“Down boy,” she teased. “We both need a
bath.”

He nibbled her bottom lip, and she felt his
warm breath against her skin when his mouth traveled the length of
her neck. “Why? We’ll just have to take another one later.”

Jolts of sensation shot through her veins,
but she released him and backed toward the shore. “Look, man. I
have sand in places it should never be.”

Raising his hands in supplication, he
followed her out of the water. “Okay.”

When he reached her side, he pulled her to
him and curled his hand around the nape of her neck. Instant heat
swamped her body. Summoning all her willpower, she palmed his chest
and attempted to twist away from him.

Big mistake.

Now she could feel every hard mouthwatering
muscle in his chest. She slid her hands lower to caress his
six-pack abs.

Logan seized her hips and yanked her forward.
His erection coasted over her belly button. He nuzzled her neck and
ran his tongue across her shoulder blade. When his hands snaked up
her rib cage and cupped her breasts, she moaned. Her mind and body
warred with each other. She wanted to pull away one moment. The
next she pressed herself against him, craving his heated touch.

She sprang away from him. “Clothes. Find your
clothes,” she said and laughed. “Let’s go back to the house. I want
a bath, and I’m starving.”

He chuckled, the sound gliding along her skin
like a caress. “How about I join you for that bath, then I’ll find
some of that fruit we had earlier, maybe some whipped cream. I’ll
feed you.”

Violet’s insides warmed with pleasure at his
words. She shouldn’t have liked the way it sounded. But she did.
What he suggested sounded like something a couple might do
together. She needed to remind herself this was just a one-night
stand. Pulling her T-shirt over her head she said, “I’m a big girl.
That won’t be necessary. I’ve been feeding myself since I was
around two.”

After he tugged on his shorts and pulled his
tank over his head, he sidled up behind her and wrapped his arms
around her waist curling his fingers through the belt loops of her
shorts. He kept touching her, and it felt so good. When he kissed
her neck, her pulse did a weird fluttering thing. “I want to take
care of you. I want to bathe you, feed you, make love to you
again.”

Her mouth went paper-thin dry.

Logan took her hand, linked their fingers,
and walked toward the house. Glancing down, she felt corny and
ridiculous as she thought about that movie with Tom Hanks when he
described how he felt the first time he touched his dead wife’s
hand.

He couldn’t tell where his stopped and hers
began.

She couldn’t either.

Ugh.

She would not do this to herself. Would not
imagine a relationship where there wasn’t one. Hell, she’d just
been dumped, and it
had
been a relationship. At least it had
been to her. Look how that turned out. No. He was just being sweet.
They would enjoy the rest of the night together, and that would be
it. She would enjoy the moment and revel in the attention of
someone as hot and eligible as Logan McMasters. Why not? The man
was sexy as hell and knew exactly what to do with his hands, his
mouth, and everything in between. And when the weekend came to a
close, she’d have a wonderful memory to take home with her to erase
the bad one that started it all.

At the steps on the side of the house leading
up to the pool, he let her go up ahead of him. He palmed one side
of her butt. “Girl, it should be a crime for you to walk around
with an ass like that.” He pinched her. She squealed with laughter
and ran up the rest of the steps, Logan in hot pursuit behind her.
As she edged a row of padded sling chaise loungers, he grabbed her
and swung her up in his arms.

“Woman, did you forget I was a star
cornerback? You can’t get away from me.”

“Stop,” she said, dragging the word out,
sounding like a petulant child. “You play too much.”

He released her slowly and eased her around
until her back was flat against the privacy fence that surrounded
the pool and deck area, the maple wood smooth and cool against her
back.

“I only want to play with you though. That’s
not too much to ask, is it?” He lowered his mouth to the side of
her neck.

Heat bloomed between her legs. The next thing
she knew, their mouths were fused, tongues tangling like a snake on
a vine. His hands slid up and under the T-shirt she wore. He
gripped the edge of the top of her bathing suit and pulled,
releasing her breast. She groaned at the heat of his mouth on her
nipple, the wet lash of his tongue.

“Someone is going to see us,” she warned,
sighing with pleasure, unsure if she wanted him to stop or keep
going.

“So what?” he growled. “We’re all adults
here.” He took her shorts and the bottom of her bathing suit down
to the ground.

Logan released one foot, took it and wrapped
it around his waist. He unzipped his shorts, reached inside and
freed the hard pulse of his arousal. Digging into his pocket, he
found a condom and tore it open with his teeth, all the while
smiling at her. Only seconds passed before he buried himself deep
inside her.

Violet moaned with pleasure as he filled her,
stretched her, and she moved against him, hot, wet, abandoned. A
rough, agonized masculine groan tore from him. It made her walls
clench and shudder around him. Gripping her butt, he moved with
fine, subtle, circling movements. Before long they became fast and
frantic as he drove himself inside her dripping wetness. She held
on to his massive arms, her nails biting into the hard, springy
muscles. Her head
thunked
back on the fence as his tortuous
mouth raked over her exposed throat.

“Lo…gan,” she stammered.

“Damn, I love it when you say my name,” he
admitted before he reached between their connected bodies and
pressed his thumb on her clit.

She cried out, coming on a broken sob, wild
spasms of pleasure ricocheting through every pinpoint of her body,
wrenching Logan’s name from her throat over and over.

“Hell yeah,” he said through clenched teeth.
“Say it again.”

“Logan.” She thrust her hips at him, and he
pushed back, again and again, faster and harder, until he climaxed,
shuddering violently, clutching her thighs in his hands.

Neither of them moved for several minutes. To
calm her system, she concentrated on the gentle gurgling of the
pool, the soft sound of music coming from somewhere inside the
house, the bright sparkle of the stars shimmering in the sky.

More minutes passed before he slid out of her
and lowered her leg. Their eyes met.

“It’s your fault,” he said. “You shouldn’t be
so goddamn sexy.

Violet averted her face, but what he said
made her smile inside. He cupped her chin and brought his lips down
to meet hers and gave her a slow, lingering kiss that made her toes
curl. She didn’t look at him when he lifted her foot and put it
back through the hole of her bathing suit and shorts. He glided
them back over her hips and snapped the button back in place.

“Come on.” He reached down and caught her
hand, bringing her knuckles to his lips. “I think I can leave you
alone long enough for you to shower and eat.” His mouth curved in a
slow sensuous smile. “But I’m warning you. My self-control is not
going to last long.”

At that she had to laugh. “Understood.”

They moved through the house. The cool air
made chill bumps pop out on her skin. Thank goodness no one was
sitting in the living area that led out to the pool. If they had,
they’d have witnessed a fantastic erotic show between her and
Logan.

Voices filtered out of the game room. It
sounded as if they were playing the Wii. The beach house was
perfect for adults and families. Enough room to sleep over twenty
people, it had a large kitchen, two living areas, plus the game
room set up for billiards, TV watching, lounging and playing
cards.

At the top of the steps he leaned forward and
kissed her, a tender kiss that had her aching for more. “I’ll see
you back down in the kitchen in a few minutes.”

“Okay,” she agreed, and walked down the hall
to her room.

In the Jack-and-Jill bathroom she shared with
her friend, Harper, she turned on the shower and disrobed, pealing
her clothes off her still damp body.

Violet saw it in her eyes the moment she
dared to look at herself in the mirror. She was falling for
him.

Stupid
.

What the heck was wrong with her? The moment
he’d walked in the door today, she’d had a mission. Seduce Logan
McMasters. Sex.
Just
sex.
Nothing
else. But he
surprised her when he told her he’d been waiting for her to be free
of the ex.

She shook her head. It didn’t matter. Logan
was nothing more than a one-night stand. Sure, the sex was
extraordinary, way up there in the
WOWZA
stratosphere, but
once she got in her car tomorrow morning to go home, their liaison
would be over.

She reached into the shower, turned the water
on full blast, and watched the steam billow upward. Besides, what
man would even think about having a relationship with a woman who
jumped into bed—well, on the sand with him—the first time they were
alone together? She’d broken the cardinal rule.

Yes, they were acquainted because of Dayna,
but they’d never spent any time together outside of parties and
mutual friend’s houses. Still, she doubted even that would make him
see her as anything more than a weekend sex buddy.