"Really? Then we'll have to make it count." He tugged her around, and then his mouth was on hers, devouring, sending her into frenzy-mode with one stroke of his greedy tongue.

Long before she was done, he pulled back and, still facing her, began kneading her shoulders, not even needing the lotion, showing the same talent with which he'd just kissed her stupid. By the time he dug in with his thumbs, she was putty in his hands, but she locked her knees. "Let's spell this out."

"Spell what out?"

"Exactly what we're doing."

"Which is…?"

"I thought it'd be sex."

He let out a low, husky laugh. "Okay."

She tilted her head up to see him. "That's all this is? Nothing else?"

His eyes told her the truth. He wanted more. "Lily-"

"Look, that's all I've got." And though she'd told him she was fearless, that was one big, fat lie. This scared her. He scared her. "You're only here for a few more nights so just be straight with me. No strings attached is what I'm offering. Simple. Now you say yes or no."

"That sounds-"

"Honest." She unzipped her hoodie sweater and tossed it to the couch, leaving her clad only in a snug, thin tank. She heard his abrupt intake of breath and figured the pale silk had snagged his attention. Maybe he'd say yes.

"Lily-"

"Yes or no, Logan."

"I have no doubt we can make it count," he assured her in a voice that had her every sensual nerve ending doing a twitchy dance.

"Yes or no?"

"Yes."

She nearly staggered at the heat in his eyes. Maybe she had been sad earlier, stinging from the pressure she put on herself, including constantly proving that she was worthy of the responsibility she shouldered. Damn it, she deserved this, and knowing it, she took a step toward him.

Her pager went off yet again, but before she could react, Logan walked into the kitchen and picked it up from the counter. He opened her freezer and set it on the top shelf, next to a tray of ice cubes. Next he took the telephone off the hook. Then he looked at her, all tough and edgy and just enough of a stranger to boost her heart rate. "How's that?"

"Good." She loved the take-charge, dare-me expression on his face, and a shiver raced down her spine-one that had nothing to do with the cold, dark night and everything to do with the man standing in front of her.

When he opened his arms, she walked right into them. Kissing him was like waking up from a long sleep, slow and gentle at first, which lasted exactly until he slid his hand up and down her back, then beneath her tank top to touch bare skin. It was electrifying, and letting out a low moan, she leaned into him as the heat rose inside her.

It pumped off him, as well, and then it went wild and just a little rough, which was perfect for her because she didn't want to think, she just wanted to feel. And feeling Logan, tough and hard against her, his muscles taut and quivering, went a long way toward ensuring that she wouldn't have to think at all.

His arm hooked around her, lifted her right off the ground, giving her a foolish little thrill at the easy strength of him. His mouth was hot, his tongue insistent, the shock of it sending licks of flame throughout her entire body so that she vibrated. He wanted her. Not the resort owner, or even the wild woman she had a rep for, he just wanted… .her.

My God, she thought with a low moan, that was so damn arousing. "Bedroom."

But he held her there, high against him. He kept kissing her jaw, her throat, her shoulders, then her mouth again, and frustrated, she tried to drag him off to her bed to devour him back.

"Slow down," he murmured, his hands sliding up her spine, beneath her shirt, then back down, cupping her bottom in his hands, squeezing. "What's your hurry?"

What was her hurry? She needed him, damn it. Needed the oblivion she knew he could give her, now, now, now. Impatient, she yanked his shirt free of his jeans, then ran her hands inside, up his belly, over his pecs.

He shivered. "God, Lily."

"I know. More." To show him, she nibbled her way to his ear, bit down on the lobe hard enough to make him hiss, then soothed the nip with her tongue, all while trying to tug off his long-sleeved T-shirt.

He lifted his arms to oblige her, smiling roughly against her skin when she found another T-shirt beneath and groaned.

"Why are you wearing so many clothes?" she demanded.

"I don't know, I won't next time."

When she got him down to bare skin, she couldn't take her eyes or hands off his perfectly formed torso. "You're so beautiful."

He grabbed her face, holding her still for a hot, long kiss that made her yearn and burn all the more. Hell, she'd really thought to keep this light, easy, but. there was nothing light or easy about how he drew her in and held her there, quivering, hungry, desperate. Entwining her arms around his neck, she kissed him back and felt herself slide into him, and then even a little deeper. She could feel him taut and hard against her, just as hungry and desperate as she, and it nearly made her pull back so that she could get her bearings and make sure he remembered this was supposed to be just scratching an itch.

But his eyes were dark, so dark, and his mouth was wet from hers. His breathing was uneven. Harsh. But with a tenderness she hadn't imagined such a big, tough guy could possess, he stroked his thumb over her still-damp lower lip and let out a shuddery sigh.

And her heart sighed, too.

Their eyes met, held, and the silence spoke volumes.

This was it. Tonight. Now.

She wanted him. She wanted him more than she'd admitted. To hide that fact, and her confusion over the depth of the wanting, she pulled him close, burying her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling him in, thinking he smelled so delicious she could gobble him up in one bite.

"You're killing me here." He took a deep breath as well, as if he wanted to take in her very essence, then nibbled at her throat, nudging his way beneath the strap of her tank to kiss her collarbone before he bit her shoulder. "Killing me."

The fire was at her back, snapping away with strength now and giving off a delicious heat. Or maybe that was him. He tossed aside her beanie, unraveled her braid and sank his fingers into her beanie-head hair, bringing her face back up for another soul-searching kiss, until all she could think about was his touch and how it made her feel. His fingers danced over her throat, down between her breasts to just over her pounding heart. "You're wearing too many clothes, too." He traced the edging of her tank over the curve of first one breast and then the other. Beneath the thin material, her nipples had long ago beaded into two tight, aching buds.

"Mmm." He cupped the small weight of both, his thumbs rubbing the tips while he kissed her slowly and deeply. Half gone, she went for the zipper on his jeans, the rasp of the metal echoing in her ears while he slipped her tank down. Beneath, she was naked, and a low, appreciative moan escaped him at the sight of her.

She slid her fingers into his opened jeans while he eyed the distance to the couch. He peeled the tank and the denim down her legs together, moaned at how wet her panties were, then tossed those aside, too.

And tumbled her to the fluffy couch.

With a breathless laugh she lifted her head to look at him. At the look on his face, the laugh backed up in her throat. No matter what she told herself, or him, this wasn't going to be just quick and fun and light, but something more, something deeper. In quick denial of that, she kissed him so hard that she once again lost herself in the way he touched her, lost herself in the sexy growl he made low in his throat when she reached inside his jeans and wrapped her fingers around his hot, silky, thick-length.

With her help, he kicked off the rest of his clothes and then came down over her again, braced on his forearms, cradling her face in his hands, the plump cushions of the couch swallowing them both up. Between her legs he was hard and heavy, and she lifted her hips, needing him inside like she needed her next breath. But he held back.

"Lily." His thumbs glided along her jaw, up and back, a hypnotic touch that made her gaze a prisoner of his. Then he replaced his thumbs with his mouth, a light teasing touch that had her trying to turn her head to catch it with hers, wanting the oblivion of another soul-shattering kiss, but he evaded her, damn it, dipping down to taste her throat, and then farther down to a breast, which he drew into his mouth, pulling a cry out of her that she couldn't hold in.

With his tongue, his hands, his teeth, he drove her up, until unbelievably, she was quivering on the very edge of an orgasm. She'd never come with just a few hot kisses and a mouth on her breast before, but she could now, oh God, she almost could if he'd just touch- She wiggled a bit, shaky and desperate, trying to rub herself against him, but again he pulled back just enough. With a growl of frustration, she spread her legs farther, and he settled more deeply between them, rocking, the rhythm of it making her cry out again. Yes! But still unable to get to the big bang fast enough, she reared up and fastened her mouth to his, reaching between them to guide him home.

"Wait." He dropped his forehead to hers and gulped in air. "I want to-"

"This. I want this." She arched up, and with a rough groan, he sank into her.

Fierce and intense pleasure rippled through her, but it still wasn't enough. She writhed beneath him, panting, trembling, desperate. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she'd felt a man's weight on her like this, but clearly it'd been too long, a fact proven when he pulled out and she nearly sobbed.