Free Fall

She wanted him. She wanted him more than she'd admitted. To hide that fact, and her confusion over the depth of the wanting, she pulled him close, burying her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling him in, thinking he smelled so delicious she could gobble him up in one bite.

'You're killing me here.' He took a deep breath as well, as if he wanted to take in her very essence, then nibbled at her throat, nudging his way beneath the strap of her tank to kiss her collarbone before he bit her shoulder. 'Killing me.'

The fire was at her back, snapping away with strength now and giving off a delicious heat. Or maybe that was him. He tossed aside her beanie, unraveled her braid and sank his fingers into her beanie-head hair, bringing her face back up for another soul-searching kiss, until all she could think about was his touch and how it made her feel. His fingers danced over her throat, down between her breasts to just over her pounding heart. 'You're wearing too many clothes, too.' He traced the edging of her tank over the curve of first one breast and then the other. Beneath the thin material, her nipples had long ago beaded into two tight, aching buds.

'Mmm.' He cupped the small weight of both, his thumbs rubbing the tips while he kissed her slowly and deeply. Half gone, she went for the zipper on his jeans, the rasp of the metal echoing in her ears while he slipped her tank down. Beneath, she was naked, and a low, appreciative moan escaped him at the sight of her.

She slid her fingers into his opened jeans while he eyed the distance to the couch. He peeled the tank and the denim down her legs together, moaned at how wet her panties were, then tossed those aside, too.

And tumbled her to the fluffy couch.

With a breathless laugh she lifted her head to look at him. At the look on his face, the laugh backed up in her throat. No matter what she told herself, or him, this wasn't going to be just quick and fun and light, but something more, something deeper. In quick denial of that, she kissed him so hard that she once again lost herself in the way he touched her, lost herself in the sexy growl he made low in his throat when she reached inside his jeans and wrapped her fingers around his hot, silky, thick-length.

With her help, he kicked off the rest of his clothes and then came down over her again, braced on his forearms, cradling her face in his hands, the plump cushions of the couch swallowing them both up. Between her legs he was hard and heavy, and she lifted her hips, needing him inside like she needed her next breath. But he held back.

'Lily.' His thumbs glided along her jaw, up and back, a hypnotic touch that made her gaze a prisoner of his. Then he replaced his thumbs with his mouth, a light teasing touch that had her trying to turn her head to catch it with hers, wanting the oblivion of another soul-shattering kiss, but he evaded her, damn it, dipping down to taste her throat, and then farther down to a breast, which he drew into his mouth, pulling a cry out of her that she couldn't hold in.

With his tongue, his hands, his teeth, he drove her up, until unbelievably, she was quivering on the very edge of an orgasm. She'd never come with just a few hot kisses and a mouth on her breast before, but she could now, oh God, she almost could if he'd just touch- She wiggled a bit, shaky and desperate, trying to rub herself against him, but again he pulled back just enough. With a growl of frustration, she spread her legs farther, and he settled more deeply between them, rocking, the rhythm of it making her cry out again. Yes! But still unable to get to the big bang fast enough, she reared up and fastened her mouth to his, reaching between them to guide him home.

'Wait.' He dropped his forehead to hers and gulped in air. 'I want to-'

'This. I want this.' She arched up, and with a rough groan, he sank into her.

Fierce and intense pleasure rippled through her, but it still wasn't enough. She writhed beneath him, panting, trembling, desperate. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she'd felt a man's weight on her like this, but clearly it'd been too long, a fact proven when he pulled out and she nearly sobbed.

'Condom,' he said thickly, and dipped his head, taking a breast into his mouth again, suckling gently, then harder, yet again building the heat and tension and need to unbearable heights.

Then he lifted his head, his eyes on fire, and she thought, Oh now. Now. But he only ran a hand over her calf, her knee, the inside of her thigh. He brushed a finger over her, and she nearly jerked off the couch. With a heated smile, he did it again, stroking the pad of his finger up and down, then up again, dipping into her wet heat, spreading it, intently watching his every movement as he came back to her very center every time, circling it, over and over.

Her breath came in short pants, all of which backed up in her throat when he lowered his head and replaced his fingers with his tongue. Her groan mixed with his now, and she began to skitter out of control. The shudders began deep inside her, bursting when he pressed her thighs open even farther and suckled her deep into his mouth.

And this wasn't the little pop she was used to, either, no quick satisfaction of a basic need, but an implosion of heat and lights and sensory overload, made all the more overwhelming and confusing because she felt her emotions tangle up in it.

He let her down carefully, sweetly, and feeling battered, she came back to herself. His eyes smiled. 'Hi,' he said.

'Hi, yourself. More.'

'Hold that thought.' He reached onto the floor for his jeans and pulled a condom out from the pocket. He ripped the packet open with his teeth, then rolled it on himself-yet another surprisingly erotic sensation, watching his fingers handle that basic necessity.

'I wanted to take this slow,' he said. 'I wanted to last all night, but watching you fall apart did me in.' He kissed her, hard and fierce, using his tongue in a way that left her weak. Need slammed back into her, closing hot and greedy around her, and she moaned, surging up to drape herself around him. She rolled, intending to swap positions so she could straddle him and take matters into her own hands, but they fell off the couch to the floor.

She found herself pinned beneath him and, laughing breathlessly, wrapped her legs around his waist. 'Logan. Now.'

'Yeah, now.' Digging his fingers into her hips, he drove himself into her with an erection that filled her to bursting.

She closed her eyes. She always closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of wet flesh dragging on wet flesh, but he slid his fingers into her hair. 'Lily. Look at me.'

And so she did, locked her eyes on his hot, fierce ones. 'Keep looking at me,' he whispered, and began to move.

She could do little else now, held captive by his dark, opaque gaze, by his hard body thrusting into hers. She felt it build again, even bigger this time, and then…she burst.

'Oh, yeah, that's the way,' he said, his voice rough and gravelly. He sank his fingers into her hair, holding her head cradled in his palms as she cried out and trembled, and then he followed her over.

Chapter 8

When Lily could breathe again, she opened her eyes. She lay flat on her back on the floor of her living room, sprawled naked and damp and stuck to another body. A most excellent body that even now could affect her heart rate.

Logan pressed a kiss to her throat and turned her head toward his. Propping his head on his hand, he sent her a sexy smile.

Helplessly, she returned it.

He stroked his free hand down her torso, letting it come to rest just beneath her breast. His thumb lazily swiped at her nipple, which responded immediately to his touch. 'Mmm.' Bending over her, he sucked it into his mouth.