Moon - New Moon Part 75

"I talked to Megan and Savannah about... s.e.x."

He tipped his head, waiting for her to elaborate.

"They told me how good it is between a werewolf and his mate."

"Oh, yeah! But they don't know how good it is when the woman is also a werewolf."

She flushed. "I don't have anything to compare that to."

"Well, we can compare it to how we were a few days ago." He slid his hand up her ribs, along the outside of her breast, and then inward, stroking her hardened nipple.

"It keeps getting better," she whispered.

"I guess we'll have to keep practicing. Maybe we can make the Olympic s.e.x Team." He grinned. "The events are... bed, chair, outdoors, against a wall, in the shower, in the bathtub, in the kitchen, the gym, and... anywhere else you want to try."

"They have a team for that?"

He laughed. "That was a joke." Then, because she had turned him on beyond endurance, he dipped his head and captured her mouth again.

"Come out. I want to show you something," he said, knitting his fingers with hers.

He hadn't taken her to his secret garden yet, the one he'd designed when Grant had built the house.

It was along the back wall, a twelve-foot area that looked out over rolling Maryland woodland. The garden was bordered by large rocks that he'd brought in with trucks and cranes. Among the rocks he'd planted dwarf pines and beds of wildflowers, so that it looked completely natural.

They stepped out the back door into the garden, and Rinna caught her breath as she gazed around.

"This is so beautiful." She turned toward him. "And you designed it."

"Yes. For you."

"But you didn't know me."

"No. But it was thinking my life mate and I would come out here and enjoy the beauty-and the solitude."

He watched her brush her fingers against the branch of a small spruce, then walk to a flower bed and stop to cup a purple cosmos. "I still can't believe I'm living in a place like this."

"You'll get used to it."

While she had her back to him, he kicked off his shoes, then took off his s.h.i.+rt and sweat pants and tossed them away. Naked, he stepped up behind her and kissed her neck, then slipped his hands under her s.h.i.+rt and gently slid it up and over her head, m.u.f.fling her surprised exclamation.

"What!"

"I want to hold you-out here."

Turning her in his arms, he pressed her body against his as he worked his fingers into the elastic waistband of her pants and pushed them away.

She gave him a breathy laugh. "Hold me? Or make love?"

"Make love. But get rid of your shoes first." He led her barefoot across the soft gra.s.s to a tiled area beside a large rock formation, then reached out and turned on the rain shower he'd had installed in the wall of the house.

"A shower? Out in the open?" she asked.

"Well, it's got a practical purpose. I come in this way when I've been working in the mud, and I don't want to get the house dirty," he said, as he adjusted the temperature.

When it was hot, he stepped under the cascading water and pulled her in with him, holding her, rocking her in his arms.

"Oh!" she exclaimed.

"You should turn around and look at the view," he said, working to keep the grin out of his voice. "It's pretty good for a shower stall."

When she did, he reached to the shelf in back of him and picked up a cake of soap. Not his usual brand, but he'd asked Megan, Ross's wife, to bring him something a woman would like.

Still grinning, he lathered his hands.

Rinna smelled the flower fragrance immediately. "What's that?"

"Just soap."

He pulled her back against his front, then ran his soapy hands down her sides, over her hips and slowly up again, his slippery fingers caressing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and gliding over her nipples.

"Logan! What are you doing?"

"Was.h.i.+ng you. Relax and enjoy it."

The soap had made his hands slick as he made a slow, sensual journey over her silky flesh.

Reaching for more lather, he slipped his hand between their bodies, gliding his fingers over the curve of her a.s.s and into the crack between the cheeks.

She stiffened. "You shouldn't do that."

"Why not? Does it feel good?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"I told you, we can do anything together that feels good."

She stood there for several moments, her breath accelerating, and he slid his hand farther down, into the sensitive folds of her p.u.s.s.y. Her hands clenched and unclenched. Then she turned in his arms, and reached for the soap in back of him. "Do you have the words 'what's good for the goose is good for the gander'?"

He laughed. "Yeah, we do."

Her hand was soapy when she clasped her fist around his erection, then slid up and down, the slickness making him exquisitely sensitive to her touch.

"Oh Lord!"

"You like that?"

"You know I do."