The Posse by Tawdra Kandle Page A

answered his moan
and opened her mouth, aggressively meeting stroke with stroke.
Without lifting her head, she angled so that she had better access,
and one hand came up to clutch at his hair.
    Logan moved his hand down
her back, as far as he could reach, but he wanted more.  He
stroked down her cheek, running his fingers over the smoothness of
her skin to her neck. He paused to feel the tripping pulse just
above her collarbone, and then traced the bone before lowering his
touch to the rise of her breasts. She gasped, both then and again
when he slid a finger beneath the fabric of her tank top, beneath
the bra, just barely grazing a nipple.
    His heart pounding, his head
spinning from both the effects of the limoncello and her closeness,
he pulled away from her mouth just long enough to grip her gently
beneath the arms.
    “Logan--”
    “Shh.” He lifted her
carefully up onto the bar, swinging her around and stepping back so
that he stood between her legs. With better access now, he pulled
her head down toward his own and plundered her mouth. Jude wrapped
her arms around his neck, burying her hands in his hair.
    Logan dragged his lips down
her neck, his mouth now following the trail his hands had made. He
pushed aside the thin cotton of her shirt and used one finger to
slide the strap of her bra aside. He covered one breast with his
mouth, laving the nipple through her bra. Jude moaned and held his
head in place, her fingers gripping his skull.
    He pulled the cup of her bra
aside and suckled, while his hand rolled the other nipple. Desire
rose higher in him, pounding between his legs, and while his mouth
moved to the other breast, his hand stroked down her stomach to the
snap of her shorts. He pulled it apart, but the angle was awkward.
Instead, holding her around the back with one arm, he brought the
other hand to the leg of her shorts and brushed within, just
touching the cotton of her underwear.
    “Logan.” It was a groan, as
she leaned back to give him more access. Logan touched her first
over the dampness of the material and then slipped two fingers
within. Jude arched her neck back on a hiss of breath.
    He kissed up the column of
her throat to her ear lobe. “Jude, my God, you’re beautiful.”
    She dropped her head into
onto his shoulder. “Do you want to go upstairs? To the
apartment?”
    He turned her sideways and
threaded an arm beneath her knees, scooping her up and holding her
against his chest. Lowering his head, he caught her lips again, and
moved carefully around the tables and chairs until they reached the
steps. He climbed one step at a time, keeping Jude’s head away from
the wall.
    It had been years since he’d
been in the small apartment, but even in the semi-darkness, he
could see the open bedroom door. He pushed the door wider with his
foot and lay Jude on the bed.
    The buzz from limoncello had
given way to the high of touching Jude, kissing her. He leaned on
one knee, the mattress dipping as he balanced with one hand on
either side of her head. He kissed her once softly before he
gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Tossing
it to the side, he took off his own and lay down, feeling her skin
against his.
    Jude ran her hands down his
back, kissing his shoulders and then turning his head back toward
her so that she could cover his lips. Her nails on his arms raised
goosebumps. Logan slid a hand beneath her and unhooked her bra,
catching his breath as he palmed her breast. His lips skimmed over
her chest, and he sucked at one nipple, even as his hand covered
the other.
    Jude’s breath hitched. She
trailed her hands to the top of Logan’s jeans and fumbled with the
button.
    “Hold on,” Logan murmured.
He eased her shorts down, kissing down her legs and unhitching them
when they caught on her feet. He stood for just a minute to shuck
off his jeans, and then returned his mouth to Jude’s stomach,
dragging lower and lower until he met the top of her underwear.
    There was so