Reaching for the Moon by ThePekingNoodle

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Chapter Forty-Six: Words Cannot Describe

In which the forces of nature come to the fore…

The door closed. Logan turned the lock and took a moment to catch his breath before he turned to face Max. When he did, she was standing there looking at him hungrily. He had a sinking feeling that he was about to become her main course.  He gulped.

"Max we need to talk." She doesn't look to be in a talking mood, Logan. Think fast.

Max advanced on him with a look of determination on her face. "So talk." If you want to talk you can; at least until I need to make use of that mouth of yours…

"Max. Stop." He put his hands up to stop her advance.

"No." She kept coming. He really thinks I'm going to stop?

Logan sighed. "If you're sure you really want it this way…"

"Yes." I want it any and every way I can get it, and you're going to give it to me.

Max reached him. Before she knew what he intended, he had grabbed her waist and tossed her over his shoulder. Max giggled. Ooh, he's getting masterful. I like that in my toms. He walked over to the bed. And continued walking right on by.

"Logan, the bed is there. You just passed it."

"I know. It's your turn to shut up Max. I have a surprise for you."

He wants to do something kinky? I'm game.

She subsided and amused herself by running her fingers over his back. Logan walked into the huge marble bathroom. Without putting Max down, he headed straight to the shower.  He reached in and turned on the water, making it as cold as it would go. Then he dumped Max off of his shoulder and under the cold water.

"Whaa…wha…Loga…glub…blub…" she gasped as the icy stream hit her. She tried to get out but she couldn't get a grip with her bare feet on the wet floor, giving Logan an advantage he wouldn't have had in normal circumstances. He stood there holding her under the water for a full five minutes. Finally he let her go. She stood there with the cold water still raining down on her, looking like a wet and bedraggled kitten.

Logan tossed her a towel, trying not to look at her since the water had made her dress cling like a second skin. He could tell she was cold by the way her…

Never mind Logan. Don't go there. He wondered why in the world he was doing what he was doing, instead of lying in the king sized bed making hot sweet love to her that very moment. Because you want it to be more than that between you, that's why. Something weird is happening with Max tonight, and until you know what it is you need to try to keep things under control.

"Dry off and we can talk, Max. I'll be in the bedroom." Logan turned and walked out, leaving a dripping wet Max glaring at him. He thought he heard a hiss as he left, but wrote it off to the last of the water running out of the pipes.

Well you got what you deserved you little she cat.

Shut up. You need it as much as me. Just 'cause his little trick worked there for a few minutes doesn't mean its going to last. And then we have the rest of the night. Yum. Did you notice how his shirt clung to his pecs when it got wet?

"Stop it." Max exclaimed out loud.

"Max? Did you need something?" Logan called from the other room.

"I need something to put on. This dress is ruined. You seem to make a practice of that, Logan." The icy shower had given her a few precious moments of sanity.

"Hang on a sec." There was the sound of drawers opening and then Logan's hand came around the doorway holding something red. "This is all I could find."

Max grabbed it, not paying attention. She stripped out of her ruined evening dress and let it fall in a wet heap on the floor. After she dried off with a fluffy towel, she shook out what Logan had given her

Purrfect, purred her feline self. 

Damn, swore her rational mind. "Are you sure, Logan? There's nothing else?"

"Max, just put it on. Come out and look yourself if you want something different."

She sighed and slipped into the red gown that Kendra had guaranteed would make Logan her sex slave.  Then she turned and looked at herself in the mirror. Now you're cooking. He's not gonna know what hit him.

The red negligee was the perfect color for Max. It made her skin glow golden where it peeked out through the lace that the bodice was made of. It had a deep v neckline that cut to her waist and was held together only by criss-cross lacings.  The back was cut to just below her waist.  The skirt was sheer red chiffon that appeared modest until she began to walk. When she moved it became clear that the front was actually open from the waist down, similar to a robe but without any fastenings to hold it closed. There was a g-string that went under it but it consisted of all of 2 square inches of lace that only served to emphasize what it supposedly concealed. Maybe if she walked very slowly and carefully she could keep the front from opening, she thought ruefully. At least until she could find something else to put on.  You go right on thinking that babe. If it keeps you happy.

Maybe I'll just stay in here wrapped in a towel all night. I can't go out there with him. Especially not in this. I can stay in here and take lots of showers until this passes…

Even as she thought that, her hand was opening the door. The bedroom beyond was dimly lit. It didn't bother Max, who picked out Logan with her night vision. He was standing at the window with his back to her. He had discarded his jacket and wet shirt and his broad back beckoned enticingly. What is wrong with him? Doesn't he know what that is going to do to me?

Maybe he's ready to surrender to the inevitable now, Maxie. He was sure up for it on the terrace…

Logan turned before Max could say anything. He stood there silently with a look of shock on his face. Max was backlit by the light in the bathroom and every inch of her was clearly revealed by the sheer material of the gown. No wonder she wanted something different. You are in major trouble now…

"So, Max. You wanna tell me what's going on with you tonight?" He made a gallant effort concentrating on focusing on her face rather than her…other attributes.

Max moved closer as she picked up his scent and her hormones began to go into overdrive once more.  "What do you want to know, Logan?" she purred huskily.

"Why do… I mean…I thought you…" Logan stumbled over his words as Max came within a couple of feet. "I didn't think you wanted to…I mean…with me…I thought…"

"Don't think, Logan. It's too confusing." Max took his hand and placed it on her breast. Logan could feel the heat radiating from her skin, and her nipple hardening under his palm. "Just feel," she said to him.

He groaned.  "Max…is this… really what you want?" Logan tried once more valiantly.

Max looked up at him and for a moment he saw his Max in her eyes. Not the stranger he had been seeing there all night. She seemed to be pleading with him for …something.

"It's what I need. Please, Logan. No more questions. Not tonight." Max looked almost desperate. Then she reached out and ran her hands down his bare chest. Her look and the touch of her hands were Logan's downfall.

"Max, are you really sure? Up to now this hasn't exactly turned out to be the smartest thing we've done together." He made his final bid for sanity.

"Logan just touch me. Please. I need you." With that she was in his arms, clinging frantically to him.

Their mouths met in a rush, and Logan felt like she was literally devouring him. Her hands undid his belt and then his zipper, and she pushed his pants down, taking his boxers with them. He stepped out of them.

"Omigod, Max." he groaned as her one of her hands found what she was seeking. They clung together as she backed up to the bed, pulling him along with her. Then she was lying beneath him on it, her gown somehow gone the way of his clothes. Her hands continued to tease and tantalize him. Their mouths were fused together.

"Max stop, or this will be way too fast," he finally managed to pull away long enough to get out.

"I need it fast. I need it…." She twisted under him so that he slid into her and then she wrapped her long smooth legs around his waist pulling him deep. "…now, Logan." He was lost, helpless to do anything but what she wanted.

The sex was hard and hot and mindless. It was like nothing Logan had never experienced in his life. Max was insatiable and somehow, he was able to meet her demands. In the back of his mind he knew that he'd have marks on him in the morning from her teeth and nails. He didn't care. Rational thought was lost in the hot red haze they were wrapped in. Nothing existed except him and Max and what they were doing with and to each other. And then that didn't exist either as he felt himself burn into a cinder, like a sun going nova. Then there was blackness and falling. Finally, he opened his eyes. Max was lying beneath him with a satisfied smile on her face. The cat who swallowed the canary suddenly came to his mind.

"We still need to talk…" he mumbled before rolling off of her. Gathering her close he fell asleep.

End of Chapter Forty-Six

AN: So there. You had better be satisfied. Max has had her wicked way with poor Logan. And now they will have to face the aftershocks. Thanks to you, I'm going to have to figure out how to deal with the two of them when they come to their senses.  The things I do for my readers. PN shakes her head.