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)
I needed this man to always be with me, because never had I felt so free.
Logan moved his hands to cup my ass, pulling me forward and pushing me back on his shaft over and over again. I opened my mouth on a gasp as a particularly intense contraction rippled through my body. The world around me dimmed in comparison to how Logan made me feel in this moment.
And then I felt him kiss me again, sliding his tongue inside my mouth, moving it against mine in a consuming manner. His in and out kissing actions mimicked what I desperately wanted him to be doing between my thighs. As the orgasm started to wane, that pleasure still hanging on, I slowed my movements. He broke the kiss, and I gasped, sucking in air, needing it as I felt lightheaded. I looked into his eyes and felt his hand slide up my back so he could cup my nape.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come for me.”
I lowered my gaze to his mouth, took in the square cut of his masculine jaw, at the light stubble I knew would probably come through by tomorrow, making him seem even more alpha, more manly.
“Look at me.” His voice was gentle yet commanding, and I lifted my gaze to his. It was impossible not to do as he said. “I want you so fucking badly, Beatrix, that I’m afraid I’ll lose control before I can fully make you mine.”
Oh. God. The breath left me at his words. He leaned in and resumed kissing me. He slid his tongue along mine, fucking my mouth. One of his hands moved to cup my breast through the dress. I had no doubt he felt how hard my nipples were.
His groan of satisfaction made me feel bold again, and I picked up where I left off. Moving back and forth on him, I found a rhythm that had my pleasure rapidly rising once again, moving closer to another explosion that would wrack my body in the best of ways.
And then I came for him again, breaking the kiss and moaning, not caring that the driver probably heard me through the privacy window that was between us.
My head fell back, and I closed my eyes as another explosive orgasm washed through me. I was aware of the sounds coming from me, high-pitched mewling noises that should have embarrassed me, but I was helpless to stop them either way. And with Logan’s mouth now latched onto my neck, sucking on my flesh so hard I could feel the blood rush to the surface, I wanted to be with him in every possible way.
I wantonly ground my pussy on his lap, not caring that I was probably leaving a wet patch from the moisture continuously pouring from my clenching pussy. I knew my thong was soaked, drenched from my pleasure. But he didn’t seem to care, because Logan was lifting his hips up slightly, pressing his raging hard-on against the sensitive region.
His grunts and groans sounded so primal, so intense. And when the pleasure receded, I collapsed against his chest, my face at the crook of his neck. I inhaled deeply, his darkly masculine cologne heating my body up all over again.
The breath came out of me in hard bursts, and I felt him wrap his arms around my trembling body. I’d gotten off twice with a man I hardly knew, and all because I’d ground myself against him and sought out my own pleasure.
Maybe I should be mortified, humiliated, and ashamed, but how could I feel any of those things when I felt how hard he still was, his massive slacks-covered cock pressing against my panty-covered slit?
“God,” he said deeply. “That was so fucking hot, watching you get off, knowing it was because of me.”
I pulled back, feeling my eyes grow heavy with the post-erotic pleasure I felt. And as I looked into his face, into his eyes, I knew what I was about to say, what I wanted to do, crossed lines, was so unlike me, but right now, it felt right. Screw logistics. Forget trying to be proper. I wanted Logan, and I was just throwing caution to the wind. He may not want me come morning, but right now, he certainly did, and so did I. Might as well seize the day and go after the only man I’d ever felt such an intense attraction to.
And so I just went for it, leaned in close so our lips were a hairsbreadth apart, and whispered, “Take me back to your place.”
Chapter Eleven
Beatrix
We’d made it to the outskirts of the city before the driver was pulling into an underground garage for a high-rise apartment building. My body was still humming, still had zings of electricity moving through it from the two orgasms Logan had brought out of me. The rest of the car ride, Logan had refused to let me move away, and I couldn’t deny I loved that immensely.