Reaching for the Moon by ThePekingNoodle
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Chapter Forty-Four: You've Got the Cure
In which things continue to heat up for our hero and heroine…
Max stood for a moment leaning against the door to the bathroom, catching her breath. She listened as Logan directed the servants in where to place the luggage. There were sounds of movements and then the door to the bedroom closed. She heard footsteps, and then a soft tapping on the door she still stood against.
"Max? Are you alright in there?"
Logan's slightly husky voice sent shivers down her spine. Max clenched her fists to keep from turning and throwing open the door and completing what she had begun. "I'm fine, Logan. I'm just going to take a shower and freshen up. I'll probably be a little while."
"I'll leave your robe on the bed then. I have to go down and say hello to my aunt and uncle but you don't need to see them until dinner tonight. Do you need anything for your shower?"
You, she thought. "No, it looks like everything is here that I might need."
"Take your time. I'll probably be gone for a while, but I'll be back to go down to dinner with you. I sent your green dress down to be pressed. They should bring it back shortly."
"Thanks." Now just get out of here before I break this door down and throw you on that bed and have my way with you…
"Oh and Max. You don't need to lock the door. It's not like I can't control myself you know." There was a soft click as the bedroom door closed behind Logan. Max groaned to herself at the note of annoyance in his voice.
No, it's me who can't control herself. Max thought. If you only knew, Logan.
She thought for a moment about how she was going to get through the next few days. She'd already miscalculated the speed and intensity of this heat cycle. Instead of the three hours she'd thought she had before full onset, it had been more like three minutes. She wondered if the fact that she and Logan had already been there had anything to do with that.
Except for her first heat at sixteen, she had always been able to keep herself under control. She shuddered at the thought of that one. She had been completely clueless about what was happening to her and the schools hunky gardener had been the lucky recipient of her ignorance. Losing her virginity on the floor of a gardener's shed wasn't exactly her idea of a good time. The gardener had enjoyed it though; until he left for a better paying job two months later he had sent her hot looks whenever he had seen her around. Max had made sure that didn't happen very often.
After that one experience, Max had known the signs of a heat coming on and had made sure to be sick with the flu and thus confined to her room, each time the heat hit her again. Good thing her parents had sent her to a girls school where, except for the grounds staff, the males were few and far between. But now she couldn't confine herself to her room. Not when Logan would end up confined here with her.
And what would be so bad about that? Her traitorous mind asked.
Not a thing if he really wanted me. But he doesn't. I don't want to be just some body in his bed.
So you'd rather be a body in someone else's bed? You know you need this bad and it's only going to get worse, her libido whispered seductively.
I can't do this. I won't. So shutup.
In another hour or two you won't be able to stop yourself. Might as well relax and enjoy it. Think about Logan taking care of your every need over the next few days…think about that hard strong body of his and those long skilled fingers and those delicious lips…
"NO." Max cried out loud. She turned the shower on full blast, making it as cold as it would get, and quickly stripped out of her clothes. She climbed under the freezing spray and stood there letting it ease the heat that was starting to rage through her veins unceasingly.
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Logan wasn't sure exactly what had gone on in the bedroom. Max had been acting rather strangely to say the least. Her sudden attack had caught him off guard, and he had to admit that if the servants hadn't come when they did, the two of them would have ended up on that bed (if they had even made it that far) making mad passionate love to each other. Much as he wanted that, something wasn't right about the situation. He wondered if Max was suffering from some kind of aftermath of her seizures. Maybe she was slightly delirious. She had felt warm to the touch. Hell, she had felt like she was burning up in his arms. A fire that had been contagious.
He spent several hours downstairs dutifully listening to his aunt and uncle expounding on his neglect of his responsibilities to the family, all of which seemed to have something to do with Max's inheritance.
His Uncle Jonas had been mildly coherent at the beginning, but by the end of their little family chat he had been deep in the depths of a martini-induced haze. Unfortunately Aunt Margo had maintained her sobriety and her deadly tongue. When he finally was able to leave the two of them on the excuse of getting ready for dinner, Logan felt like he had just spent two hours on the rack. At least Max had been spared the Inquisition, he thought to himself.
When he reached their room he knocked softly and then opened the door, not wanting to surprise Max.
He didn't see her at first but then he noticed that the French doors that led onto a small balcony were opened. He strolled over to them. When he pushed back the filmy curtains he saw Max standing out there already dressed for dinner in the green gown.
"Hey." he said softly.
Max turned and sent him a wary smile. "Hey, Logan." He didn't notice her hands, which were clenched in fists at her sides.
"You feeling okay?" he asked.
"Perfect," she declared brightly. "Just needed a shower to make me feel better. Do I look alright for dinner?"
Logan swept his eyes over her and smiled. "You look perfect. Not to mention beautiful." The green gown was simple in design. It had a deep V-neck, which dropped almost to her waist and revealed an enticing yet tasteful amount of cleavage. The dress hugged her curves softly and the bottom swirled around her legs when she moved. The emerald green was the perfect foil for her vivid coloring. Her hair fell in soft shining waves over her shoulders, catching the rays of the setting sun as she stood there for his inspection. "I need to shower and dress myself. I can't escort the beautiful princess down to dinner looking like the stable hand," he teased. "I won't be long."
Max managed to smile as she prevented herself from running her eyes up and down his tall figure.
Finally he turned and headed to the bathroom and she was able to relax her iron control. She drank him in greedily. And you think you aren't going to have a piece of him tonight? Get real girl. He's here and he's yours. Give in to it. You know you want to.
I won't. Her sane mind stubbornly declared.
Her feline self chuckled. In a few more hours you won't have any choice. And I'll have a field day. I've been waiting four years for this. Finally I get my chance. Gotta say this, you picked out a prime specimen, Maxie. Meoowrrr.
Max wanted to scream. She had to think of something but rational thought was rapidly becoming almost impossible. Even as she thought that, she realized that she was standing at the door to the bathroom with the knob in her hand. She wrenched her hand away and walked over to the balcony once again. The cool breeze restored a tiny bit of sanity. Sort of anyway. As long as she didn't think about the feel of her long dress blowing in the breeze and softly caressing her legs, and start imagining that instead of the dress, it was Logan's hands and lips and heated breath she was feeling…
As she waited there for Logan, her only remaining coherent thought was that this was going to be a hell of a long night.
End of Chapter Forty-Four…TBC…
