And before he knew it, he’d stopped the truck in front of his favorite part of the ranch—the cabin and lake house.
“Where are we?” Des asked, already opening the truck door and sliding out.
He got out, too, and followed her. It was late, and it was still so damn hot you could feel it every time you drew a breath. But at least the bugs went away at night, as long as there were no lights. And here, it was as dark as it could get.
“I come here to go fishing, and whenever I want to get away.”
She turned to face him. “So, this is where you used to bring your women?”
“Girls. I brought girls here. I bring women to the house.”
Des took a few steps forward, closing the distance between them. He could smell her shampoo, her skin, and everything he wanted, but shouldn’t.
“And what does that make me, Logan?”
“Trouble.”
He couldn’t see her eyes here in the dark, but he felt her, could swear he heard her heart beating. Or maybe that was his. He’d never been shy about women—or about sex. He always made sure both sides knew what they were getting into. And he never made any promises, so there’d be no regrets later.
He wasn’t a promises kind of guy, and not a forever kind of guy, either. He’d seen the havoc created when a woman hated the life he lived, and he’d never bring that down on a woman. Or on himself. So, sex? Hell yeah. Relationships, or, God forbid, love? Not for him. He’d never go through the hell his father had.
He knew the kind of women to choose.
Des, on the other hand, was the wrong kind of woman because he didn’t know a damn thing about her, or what she wanted.
“If I’m trouble, what are you doing here with me?” she finally asked.
“Damned if I know. Showing you the lake, I guess.”
“Come on, Logan. I think you know what you want. And what I want.”
“Why?” he asked.
“Why what?”
“Why do you want this?”
She cocked her head to the side. “Do you really want me to spell it out for you?”
“Maybe.”
He caught her smile. “I thought it was women who needed all the sweet talking and reassurances.”
“And you don’t?”
“No. I just want to have sex with you.” She moved in closer, their bodies brushing against each other. “I think you’re very attractive, and there’s something about you that gets to me, in a moody, brooding-cowboy kind of way.”
He was an honorable man, and he had resistance down to an art form, but there was only so much he could take. And Des was hot, she smelled good, and she’d damn well spelled out for him what she wanted—and what she didn’t.
He’d be a damned fool to walk away from that.
And he was no fool.
He wrapped his arm around her and jerked her against him. “You sure this is what you want?”
She tilted her head back. “Yes.”
“Okay, then.”
He cupped the back of her head and brought his mouth to hers.
Chapter 7
DES’S WORLD EXPLODED as soon as Logan’s mouth met hers.
He wasn’t gentle. There was no finesse in this kiss, no artful, choreographed slow exploration. There was just a hungry passion of melding lips and searching tongues. It was what she’d expected, what she’d craved from him, and oh, damn, was it powerful.
And when he cupped her butt and lifted her in his arms, she felt the dizzying heights of nirvana like she’d never felt before. His strides were quick and sure, his mouth still fixed on hers as he walked. She had no idea where he was taking her, and she sure as hell didn’t care, because his hands were on her butt and her br**sts were smashed against his chest.
When she heard him walking up the steps, she pulled her mouth from his. “Where are we going?”
“Into the cabin.”
“And here I thought we were going skinny-dipping.”
“Too many mosquitoes. Besides, there’s a bed in here.”
“What? No roughing it and getting naked out on the ground?”
“I don’t like mosquito bites on my dick.”
She laughed. He kicked the door shut and released her, but kept his arm wound very possessively around her. She slid down every delicious hard-muscled inch of his body, listening to the rough sound of his breathing. In the dark like this, she couldn’t make out his features, but she could hear every sound he made, from his labored breathing to his groans when she cupped the center of his universe in her hand.
“Des.”
“Yeah.”
“I like your hands on me.”
That’s what she’d waited so long to hear—that he actually liked something.
She intended to rock his ever-loving world tonight.
She dropped to her knees and started to undo his belt. “Then you’re really going to like my mouth on you.”
Logan hadn’t expected this. Or maybe he had, and that’s what had held him back because he sure as hell knew he was going to get a handful of wild woman when he took on Des.
And now, she was on her knees, unzipping his jeans and taking out his cock, putting her hands on him and blowing his world apart as she took charge.
Not that he minded a woman taking charge, especially as it related to his dick. But he wanted . . .
Hell, as he looked down at her, and she tilted her head back and offered up a saucy grin, he didn’t know what the hell he wanted. Only that she not stop.
And when she put her mouth on him, he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, concentrating only on the sensation, the way the heat and wetness of her mouth and tongue surrounded him.
She made him shudder, made his knees weak. And she was damned relentless, so if he didn’t put a stop to this now, he was going to show her just how long it had been for him.
“Damn, woman. You drive me crazy.” He reached for her, pulling her up and taking that incredible mouth of hers in a hard kiss, unable to get enough of her. She moaned against his lips and he drove his tongue inside, licking against hers.
She reached down and grasped hold of him, and he nearly lost it as her smooth, soft hands surrounded him and began to stroke. She was like a demanding wildcat, and it was time he took control. He pulled her ponytail holder out and threaded his fingers into the thick softness of her hair, then wound it around his hand and tugged her head back so he could lick along her neck.