The Moon is Not Enough by ThePekingNoodle

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Chapter Seven: The Heat is On

In which things begin to heat up…in more ways than one…

When they entered the guesthouse, Logan walked over to the fireplace and within moments had a fire started. Max was roaming the room and he could tell she wasn't tired yet. He smiled and walked over to her, coming up behind and wrapping his arms around her waist. She relaxed back into his arms.

"You tired?" he asked.

"It's early. What about you?"

"I could always do some hacking, but since that would leave you with nothing to do…" he smiled.

She turned in his arms. "We could go for a walk."

"Are you that restless?"

She shrugged. "You know me. Revved up metabolism and all that."

"Or we could do something else to tire you out." He suggested, gazing down at her with a slumberous look in his eyes that sent a shiver through her.

"I'm open to that." She smiled back at him, all thoughts of a walk forgotten.

"Wait here." He dropped his hands and walked over to a bar that was built into the wall next to the stairs.

Moments later he returned with two snifters each holding an inch or two of a golden liquid. He walked over to the thick rug that was placed in front of the fireplace and dropped down onto it.

"Coming?"

Max followed him over and took the snifter he handed her. She sniffed it and then looked at him questioningly.

"It's Amaretto. I think you'll like it."

She took a cautious sip. The liqueur was sweet and created a pleasant warming sensation as it slid smoothly down her throat. "Mmm."

Logan smiled and sipped his own. The two sat in companionable silence staring into the fire for a few moments, enjoying their drinks. Then he reached over and took her glass from her and set it on a nearby low table along with his. Turning back to her, he pushed her back wards onto the rug, and began to trail soft kisses down her neck. Max was feeling pleasantly relaxed from the drink and the warmth of the fire, and lay back comfortably. Next thing she realized, Logan was lifting her just enough to pull top over her head and then laying her back down once again, resuming his downward journey. Lulled by his actions, she closed her eyes letting him continue. Suddenly she felt something cold on her stomach and her eyes popped open.

Logan was sitting grinning at her, his glass in hand. A small puddle of liquid was on her stomach. Before she could protest, he leaned over and she felt his tongue lapping it up. The combination of the cold liquid and his slightly rough, warm tongue caused her to let out a small moan and shift her hips slightly. Logan's hands were on the fastening of her pants and then they were sliding them down and off. She started to say something but Logan's mouth was on hers, as he covered her with his body. He had taken another sip of his drink and he shared it with her, their tongues mingling in the sweet liquid. Logan was still fully clothed and the rough feel of his clothing against her now sensitized skin was wildly erotic.

Max moaned again, deep in her throat, as he deepened the kiss and moved over her, pressing down onto her and letting her feel his readiness. She arched up to him and her hands found his back and slid under his shirt. Logan reached up and pulled them away, capturing them over her head in one of his. She could easily have pulled away, but she found that she didn't want to. She was enjoying letting him do all of the work while she lay back and let the sensations flow over her.

"Max, I want you to keep your hands there when I let them go." Logan lifted his head and looked into her eyes.

"What if I want to touch you?" she protested.

"You aren't allowed to. Trust me."

They hadn't played this game before and Max was willing to see what would happen. "I do," she said softly.

Logan released her hands, but she allowed them to remain stretched out over her head as he went back to kissing her, moving from her lips back down her body once again. She wanted to reach down and run her hands over his body but forced herself not to. The feeling of being completely open to him enhanced the sensations he was creating, and she could feel the moisture pooling between her legs. She pushed up against him, letting his hardness rub against her as he sucked her neck gently.

Logan gently opened her legs and came to a kneeling position between them. Max protested with a whimper as he lifted his body off of hers, but at a look from him she stayed where she was, hands still stretched over her head. Logan reached down and undid her bra and then slid it up her arms and off. His gaze swept over her body and Max shivered at the heat she saw in them. Then his hands were at her hips, untying the tiny bows that held her bikini panties on and slipping them off of her.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you."

"Can I touch you now?" Max wanted to know.

"No." Logan rose and pulled off his own clothing, taking his time, knowing that he was teasing Max even more as he did so. Then he lowered himself back down to a kneeling position. He leaned over and took one rosy peak in his mouth, then the other, teasing her until she thought she was going to come from just the feeling of his tongue and teeth on her.

Max had had enough and she reached up to grab him and pull him down onto her, but he caught her hands in one of his. "Not yet, sweetheart."

She could feel his hard length stretched out over her, pressing her into the carpet and she began to push up against him circling her hips and lifting her knees and planting her feet flat on the soft rug. "Please, Logan," she moaned.

"Is this what you want?" he rasped, pushing into her just the tiniest bit.

In response she arched up wanting more, but he pulled back, teasing her. With his free hand he reached between them and lightly massaged her. Within seconds Max felt her climax sweeping over her as she gave herself over to his skilled fingers. He waited until she was coming down, and then with one move pushed completely into her. Max screamed his name softly as she welcomed him and pushed up to meet him. He continued to hold her hands captive as he brought her back to the peak once again. When she was completely mindless beneath him, he finally allowed himself to find his own release, riding the heights with her this time.

A long time later he lifted his head and looked at her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to crush you." He started to roll off of her but she held him there.

"Don't move," she whispered.

He turned his head and dropped a soft kiss on her swollen lips. "I love the way you look after I make love to you," he said. "All tousled and flushed and with that satisfied look in your eyes."

Max just smiled a feline smile at his words. They remained that way for a few moments and then he wrapped his arms around her and rolled to his side, taking her with him so they lay facing each other.

The fire crackled in the background casting a warm glow over them.

"Can we stay here forever? Like this?" She wanted to know.

"I wish."

"For tonight anyway?"

"I think we can do that."

Max curled into him and the two dozed for a while, lulled by the fire and the effects of their lovemaking.

They spent the night alternately sleeping and making love, until finally near dawn they both dropped into a deep sleep, worn out by the nights activities.

Hours later, Max stirred. Something had woken her up. Bright sunlight poured into the guesthouse and Logan snored softly next to her. She looked around and realized that a phone was ringing. Climbing to her feet she followed the sound to the kitchen and to a phone hung on the wall.

"Hello?"

"Max? This is Amelia. Can you and Logan come up to the house?" The woman sounded distraught.

"What is it?" Max said instantly alert.

"It's Don. Please come as soon as you can."

Max assured the woman they would be there shortly and went to wake up Logan. She felt a slight prickling sensation and realized that her senses were on high alert. Something was seriously wrong and she had a feeling they shouldn't waste any time.

End of Chapter Seven…TBC…