Mad Enough to Marry - By Christie Ridgway Page 0,44

reasserting itself again, and Lx)gan's hands shook with its influence as he laid her down on her back. He immediately knelt beside her, determined to have her naked. Now.

She helped. It was as if she needed herself bared to him. In moments she was lying on the sheets covering the futon, her body uncovered.

Her body his.

Logan felt her hands at the buttons of his jeans and he brushed them away. ''Not yet."

The moonlight lent a silver edge to her creamy curves. Her navel was a shadowed, sexy dimple. He leaned over to test it with his tongue. She flinched, and he held her still with his palm flattened against her lower belly.

He tongued her navel again, the shallow penetration satisfying only in that it was another taste of Elena. She moaned and he praised the sound by edging his pinky into the curling hair at the V of her thighs.

The scent of hot flowers rose around him.

He felt her hand at his waistband again, and again he impatiently brushed it away. Didn't she understand? The only way to subdue the clamoring, ravenous need inside him was to give it litde tastes of her at a tune.

He took another, running his mouth down her thighs then shifting to gently bite the skin over her knee. She reacted perfectly, moaning with pleasure even as she instinctively edged away from the strange touch by drawing her knee up and out.

He did the same with the other knee.

And so did she.

Her open knees also opened her thighs. He stroked his palms up the insides of them, toward the tantalizing place that was his.

His. It was that thought that kept him sane and that kept his caresses gentle and unhurried.

He drew his forefinger lightly over the soft, wet cleft.

'*Logan." His name was a plea, a very sexy demand.

*'Mnmi." He drew his finger down.

"Let me touch you." She tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down, afraid of what might happen if she took what she wanted.

His finger drew up, drew down. She opened for him, her body inviting his deeper touch. He slid inside.

She cried out.

He drew out the finger, then sUd two inside.

''Logan."

'*Shh. This is so good," he told her, his voice hoarse. "This is what I need."

Her head moved back and forth against the pillow. *'No. It's what I need."

"Same thing, honey. Same thing." His hand took her slowly, it took in order to feed his desire and to feed hers.

His body throbbed with heat, demanding release, but it was all right because his hand was sHck with Elena, shck with her arousal, slick with the evidence that he wasn't the only one at the mercy of sex.

"Don't," she whispered. "Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Not Uke this."

He froze. She wants me to stop? But then he realized her hands were at the buttons of his jeans again. She wanted them both naked. She wanted to make love with him. He remembered promising to give to her, that she could take from him, and so he tore open his pants and shoved himself free of the rest of his clothing.

Then he dropped between her thighs.

The wet heat at the center of her body kissed his arousal, and he gritted his teeth against the beast's instant need to dive inside. Instead he Ughtly, slowly caressed her there with himself.

Her eyes closed and she writhed, then lifted herself up to him. ''No peudo pensar. I can't think."

"You're not supposed to think," he whispered against her ear. "You're supposed to feel. Feel me, Elena." He rubbed against her once more.

Her fingers clutched his head and she brought his lips to hers, her mouth greedy on his. '*Now," she said against his lips. "I want it now."

Again, her demanding excitement helped him restrain his. Shaking his head, he rolled off her to lie stomach-down beside her on the futon. '*Not so soon."

Her lower lip pushed out—an expression he would dare to call a pout if the woman was anyone but Elena. *'rve been waiting forever," she complained.

He laughed softly, pleased by the tmculence in her voice.

She narrowed her eyes. '*You're making fun of me.

**Not in a million years." With his hip grazing hers, he was close enough, and she was obviously aroused enough, that the savageness inside him stayed at a simmer. He leaned over to kiss her softly, his hand cupping and fondUng her breast.

But with the touch, the kiss, he seduced himself and he was compelled to firm his touch, to take the kiss deeper. Elena's hand