Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
He kept lowering his gaze down to my mouth, lingering there for long seconds, until I held my breath as I watched him lower his head toward me. He was going to kiss me. When his mouth was only an inch from mine, everything inside me stilled. His warm breath, smelling slightly sweet from the bourbon we had at dinner, brushed along my lips and had me aching for him to press his body to mine, to just take me right in the back of this limo.
“Beatrix,” he said my name again, so soft and sensual that I couldn’t stop my eyes from fluttering closed. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he said right before I found myself leaning forward that last bit of space that separated us and sealed my mouth to his.
I couldn’t believe I’d been the one to kiss him, to press my lips to his, to take what I wanted. At the first touch, he groaned and cupped my cheek. I assumed—hoped—Logan would be forceful, taking what he wanted, because he seemed like that type of man who went after what he wanted. But the gentleness inside him made me want him even more desperately. Never had I felt such intensity inside me, such a longing to be with a man that I couldn’t even think straight.
This involuntary moan left me, and it was like something in him snapped. I practically felt that tether of control in him breaking. His hands made their way to my waist, and Logan gripped me tightly, that flash of pain making me feel even more aroused, if that was even possible. In the next instant, he had me lifted and straddling his waist, my legs on either side of his thighs, my dress rising up my legs. I felt the very hard, very big definition of his erection against the very most private, sensitive part of me
He groaned. “Can you feel how much I want you, Beatrix?” he asked in a rough, distorted timber. He broke the kiss and moved his mouth to my throat, licking at my neck, nipping and sucking at my pulse point.
I couldn’t answer, couldn’t find the words to respond. All I could do was nod, let my head fall back to give him better access, and just absorb the feelings. The ache inside me was all-consuming, and wetness started to quickly pool between my thighs, soaking the panties I wore. Could he feel my heat, how wet I was? His hands on my waist forced me down so I was sitting right on his fabric-covered cock, so I could feel exactly what I did to him, how hard I made him. I shifted on top of him, and I swore I felt him get even harder, like steel barely restrained. God, I wanted to feel all of that raw power pushing into me.
And I would before the night was over. I wasn’t going to stop this, and I knew he wouldn’t either.
Chapter Ten
Beatrix
Logan’s mouth was back on mine, and he moved his lips slowly yet thoroughly against mine at the same time his big hands slid lower and gripped my ass. He squeezed the mounds, bringing me as close to his body as he could. My arousal was so high I actually found myself growing bold and rubbing myself on him. His tongue snaked out and teased my bottom lip. A little cry left me at the sensations. Logan tasted so good, so addicting.
My clit throbbed, that bundle of nerves swelling with need. I started moving over him slowly, deliberately, seeking more pleasure. I didn’t care how careless I seemed, how fast or frantic I appeared. I felt like that down to my marrow and was just going after what I wanted… what I needed.
Logan.
It felt so good, so deliciously wanton to finally let all my inhibitions go and just go after what I wanted.
He grunted when I pressed down on him especially hard. “That’s it, baby. Ride that sweet little cunt on me.”
God, his words were dirty and inflamed me even more. He cleared his throat, had his hands on my waist. “Sorry,” he murmured, his voice thick and tense. “I’m going to far.”
I shook my head right away. “We haven’t gone far enough.” Those words spilled from me before I could stop them. I’d meant to keep them to myself, but they now hung between us, unable to be taken back, and the truth was, I felt no shame in it.
His responding groan, the tightening of his hands on my waist, told me he liked hearing me. The pleasure moved through me, and I gasped against his mouth, moving faster as I found a rhythm that would bring me closer to something monumental. This feeling building inside me was going to consume me, and I was helpless to stop it. I didn’t even know who I was right now, who had taken over my body, so I was acting out of control, out of character.