Free Fall

_{Chapter 13}

Logan watched Lily gather all her family and staff back inside, asking them to reassure the guests, who were watching from behind the safety of the windows of the bar and common room. "Just in case the big bastard comes back," she told him quietly. "Don't want anyone else to become bear dinner, either."

Seeing the strain in her expression, he stroked a hand up her back. He didn't think it was the bear incident, but rather whatever had flickered between her and her sister and aunt. "You hanging in?"

"Yeah." She leaned into him for a moment. "So what were you making that noise with? The one that scared him off?"

"Matt told me you'd gone out. He gave me his flashlight. When I saw you and the bear at a standoff, I banged it on the recycling bins behind you."

She smiled. "Quick thinking." Then she pressed her face into his shirt and inhaled, as if he was better than air.

"You weren't so bad yourself." His hand came up and cupped her head, holding her close when she might have pulled back. "Cool, calm, just like always. Do you ever panic?"

"I was plenty panicked. I just didn't want to be munched on by a bear, that's all." She lifted her head and smiled. "I'd better remind everyone to be careful out there."

He watched her move through the common room, running her world in her usual love-me-as-I-am way, joking and sweetly sarcastic yet firm and in charge.

And utterly unaware of the fact he couldn't take his eyes off her.

Tonight would be their last night, and he had no idea if she even realized it. He'd thought to leave the lodge without regrets, but it turned out he had one big one.

Leaving her.

How many times had he promised her that this thing was for fun only? He'd be lying if he gave her that promise now, tonight. It'd been a good long time since he'd felt the urge to put a woman through the stress of fitting into his life, but now he could admit that maybe he hadn't wanted to put himself through it, either. At the moment, he couldn't remember why.

Near the roaring fire, Lily sat perched on the edge of the couch, chatting and laughing with a handful of guests. She tossed her head back when she laughed, giving it her all. She always gave her all.

And yet she'd held back with him, big-time.

But he'd held back, too. Now they had only one night left, and he didn't want to hold back anything. Needing their last few hours all to himself, he walked over to her, drew her up and brought her fingers to his mouth.

Her eyelashes fluttered down over her eyes, but not before he saw the surprise and pleasure flickering there. "What can I do for you, Mr. Logan White?"

"Anything you want," he murmured in her ear. "As long as you're naked."

A blush rose over her cheeks, which he found not only adorable but also an unbearable turn-on, given all they'd done. He didn't touch her other than her hand, and that in itself teased him into an erection. "And wet," he added in a barely-there whisper. "I want you really wet."

"Excuse me," she said to the guests, grabbing his hand and taking him into the office wing, then past that to her apartment. They kept stopping to kiss, to whisper breathless promises, to touch and tease some more, until Logan could hardly breathe.

At her door, she stopped to search her pockets for her key while he used the opportunity to step up close behind her and cup her breasts, stroke her nipples.

"Stop that." She sounded breathless as she fumbled with the key, trying to get it into the lock.

"Really?" He tugged at the tight, taut peaks. "You want me to stop?"

"Okay, don't even think about it." She closed her eyes and pressed her bottom back, grinding into his crotch. "Don't you dare."

There was no one in the dimly lit hallway. Smiling against her neck, he slid his hands down her back, squeezed her squeezable ass and dipped his fingers between her thighs.

She dropped her forehead to her door and arched back into him. "Please," she gasped. "Help me get us inside."

Instead, he went beneath her sweater and another soft camisole to cup her bare breasts while he scraped his teeth over the side of her neck.

"Oh." She trembled, a reaction that brought out more heat and added a shocking amount of tenderness to the mix, as well. "Logan, I…1 can't open the door."

He skimmed his thumbs over her nipples again, and she dropped the key.

"Uh-oh," he tsked. "Better get that."

When she bent for it, he gripped her waist and rocked his hips to her ass. She moaned and whipped around, shoving the key at him. The moment he got the door open, she dragged him inside, slammed the door, then pushed him back against it, biting his throat as she tore at his shirt. "Hurry. Now."

He'd wanted to take this slow, but he was fired up now, hungry and desperate. Shaking with it. She got his shirt halfway unbuttoned and off his shoulders, trapping his arms while she went to work on his pants.

"Lily-" The word clogged in his throat along with his breath when she wrapped her hand around his erection and stroked. Then she dropped to her knees, freed him completely and took him in her mouth.

Staggering back against the closed door, all he managed was a groan. He shrugged out of his shirt and sank his fingers into her hair, dying when she swirled her tongue around the tip of him. Hauling her up, he swallowed her protest with his mouth. "We want to make this last more than two seconds," he said, and tossed her to the bed, coming down on top of her, pinning her hands with his to hold her wriggling, gorgeous body still as he slowly removed her shirt and camisole-sunshine-yellow this time- absorbing her low moans of pleasure when he tasted each new section of skin he exposed. Then he clamped his mouth on her breast and sucked hard. She slid her fingers into his hair and arched up, giving him better access as she wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to rock against him.

"Not fast this time." He shuddered when she rocked again, but somehow found the strength to hold back. "I'm going to take you slowly, damn it." He licked her nipple, then blew on the wet peak. “ Very slowly. And you're going to let me. You're going to watch."

"Logan-" Under him, she writhed, her hands in his hair still fisted tightly, her belly quivering as he made his way down her torso, her ribs, nipping her as he went, soothing the little love bites with his tongue. When he got to her ski pants, he unfastened them, kissed the bare skin he found there beneath her belly button and then tugged the pants off her hips, exposing yellow satin panties. Wet yellow satin panties. With a groan, he lowered those, too, and stroked a finger over the trimmed, soft hair between her thighs.

Beneath him, she fought to open her legs, but the pants and panties at her thighs kept her captive. "Logan, please."

"I will please," he promised and swept his tongue over her, into her.

Whatever she'd been about to say caught in her throat as again he danced his tongue across her, and then again and again, until she began to come.

And still he stroked her with his tongue, slowly now, bringing her down with soft kisses until her muscles trembled wildly but loosely, until she let go of her tight fistfuls of the sheets at her sides. He rose up to his knees, removed her pants and lifted her hips, spreading her so that he could sink in deep.

A total and complete homecoming, he thought, as her moan melded with his. He cupped her face, sank his fingers into her hair, loving that she didn't close her eyes but met his as they took each other, fast now, hard, too, gasping with each thrust, letting out wordless demands and cries of pleasure as they breathed each other's air. There was a look in her whiskey eyes that gripped his heart and held on as she cried out and began to come again, freeing him. He watched her go over as fiercely as she did everything in her life, her eyes open and opaque on his, shattering with utter abandon, taking him with her. Always taking him with her.

Much later, they took a shower together. Lily took great pleasure in Logan's long, leanly muscled body, all wet and gleaming.

Luckily for her, he appeared to feel the same way. His soap-covered hands ran over her shoulders, digging into the knots there, then dallied at her breasts, tugging lightly on her nipples, making her knees wobble. "We'll kill each other," she murmured, and he laughed softly.

"Yeah, but what a way to go."

He had her there. His magic hands turned her away from him, lifting her arms to the tile wall at about shoulder height. "Stay," he whispered in her ear and glided his hands down her spine, over her b uttocks, down her legs and then back up again, between her thighs now.

Already halfway to orgasm from the feel of his big, warm, soapy hands stroking her drenched body, she thrust back against him, the breath sawing in and out of her lungs, thinking, Now, now, now, please now.

"Mmm, I love your body, Lily."

"Just don't stop."

"I don't intend to." As the water rained over them, washing away the soap, he nibbled at the back of her thigh, lightly bit the curve of her butt, all while playing her with those hot, knowing fingers. She strained toward him, both perplexed and furious that he could so effortlessly hold her there on the edge. Damn it, Logan."

Surging up, he whipped her around, pressing her between the cold tile wall and his hot, wet body to thrust himself home. "I want you." Chest heaving, he pressed his jaw to hers. "I always want you, it's never enough."

Never was a terrifying word, and the right one, and all her temper drained. "I know. J know." Steam rose around them so she had to blink to see him clearly as she cupped his face.

Eyes fierce and impossibly dark, his broad shoulders and back protecting her from the pounding water, he began to move, gripping her hips with his hands as he destroyed her with long, hard strokes. He took her mouth, pulling back only to whisper her name, just her name, and from inside an emotion banked, swelled as he emptied himself into her. And with pleasure and need and love spreading to burst within her, she followed him over.