There was a soft cry, as he dropped his head into her shoulder. Caught in the aftershocks. Trying to catch his breath. A second later, she was right there with him—her body contracting around him, her skin flushed and shivering.
The rode it out together. Kissing all the while. Oblivious to the fact that they were naked and intertwined on the floor outside the garage. Peacefully content to stay there forever.
It wasn’t until another shiver ran across her skin, that Logan gazed down in concern.
“Are you cold?”
She smiled up at him, unable to tear her eyes away.
“A little.”
His eyes softened and he kissed the tip of her nose.
“You want to take a bath?”
She started nodding automatically, then stopped herself with a wry grin. “Just a bath, right? No interrogations? No consequences later on?”
He chuckled and swept her hair back from her face. “Not unless you want there to be.”
She bit down on her lip, honestly considering, before he scooped her up with another laugh—carrying her aimlessly down the hall.
If he was hoping for directions to the bath, he was sadly mistaken. The second she was airborne, Lacy completely lost sight of where they were going, and busied herself kissing him instead. Logan fought to keep his balance as she pressed her warm lips against his shoulder, his neck, the base of his throat (he had to stop a second for that one). It wasn’t until she twisted in his arms and pressed a kiss to the base of his stomach, that he threw a steadying hand to the wall.
“Okay—where am I going?” he panted, feeling so light-headed, it was a miracle that he didn’t lift right off the ground. “And how many rooms do you possibly have in this house?”
She giggled, swinging her legs down to the floor. “It’s an old house. Tons of little rooms, but the bath is right up there.” She pointed without looking, keeping her locked eyes on him instead. “We could go right now. Or we could wait a little.”
“Wait?” Logan looked down in surprise. “Sure, we can do whatever you want. I just thought that you were cold—”
“I was,” she interrupted, sinking down onto her knees, “but I’ve found a way to heat myself back up...”
This time, it was Logan’s turn to get thrown against the wall. It was him who gasped as she took him suddenly in her hands, then even more suddenly in her mouth. An explosion of sensation swept over him and he closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall.
“This...is better than a bath.”
She grinned, peering up mischievously through her lashes.
“I thought you might enjoy it.”
He opened his mouth to reply, but let out a moan instead—throwing his arm across his mouth to muffle the sound. She was just as relentless as him. Picking up the speed without giving him a second to catch his breath. Wrapping her lips around him so hard, he felt like there was a chance he could pass out right there in the hallway.
His legs stiffened, and his hands drifted without thinking to wind themselves into her long hair. His back arched off the wall, as his hips swayed gently towards her. There was a pressure building, one he couldn’t possibly hope to control.
“I’m going to come,” he whispered, wrapping his fingers around the tops of her arms to pull her to her feet. “Lacy, hang on—”
But she refused. Moving even faster, sucking even harder, twirling the tip of her tongue.
He moaned again, leaning heavily on the wall behind him. A rush of sensation started sweeping over him. Starting in his toes, and shooting up his legs.
“Please,” he pulled her arms again, “let me do this with you.”
Instead of standing up, she pulled him down—turning at the same time so he was on his knees behind her. She leaned forward, bracing her hands against the ground, as he pushed into her with one violent thrust. Both of them cried out at the same time, and he wrapped his hands around her waist—keeping her steady as he pounded into her from behind.
She bowed her head with a moan, as he snaked one hand between her legs—never breaking his relentless rhythm. His fingers flicked and played, sending her into fits of pleasure, before all at once, it was too much for the both of them.
They came at the same time. Crying out into the darkness. Half-falling onto the floor.
He managed to catch her, barely, and the two of them leaned back in yet another open hallway. Him, resting his head against the wall. Her, nestled peacefully in his arms.