He lowered his head, his eyes still focused on me, slightly hooded. He held his hand out, curling his fingers to urge me closer. And I found myself doing just that, sliding over, moving closer to him, feeling his heat, wanting it to surround me. He lifted a hand, and I held my breath as he ran his fingers through the tendrils of hair that had escaped my chignon. Those same fingers brushed my cheek, and I couldn’t help how my heart raced from such a small, seemingly innocent touch.
“God, Beatrix.” He seemed to hold his breath. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
My breath caught at his words. He seemed so… genuine. I watched as he seemed to take in every aspect of my face, his gaze roaming over every single inch of me.
“Come closer, Beatrix.” The way he said my name, all deep and almost breathless, made me think of sex. It was pitched low and rolled off his tongue, like he was savoring each letter, like it felt as good as all the dirty, erotic things a person could think of.
Adrenalin raced through my veins as I moved closer to Logan, so close that I could smell his cologne. It was a rich and heady combination that had my most intimate parts tingling. God, I’d never been aroused like this, never wanted anyone so much it almost hurt. But as I sat next to Logan, as I saw the way he watched me, how he touched me… I knew what I felt couldn’t just be a passing emotion. It was too raw, too intense.
He had his hands on my shoulders now, turning me gently so my body was fully facing his now. He was so much larger than me that I felt wholly feminine, so small in comparison. I couldn’t help but compare his strong, masculine body to my soft, womanly figure. What would he look like without that suit on? Did he have just as many muscles as I thought he did? I could certainly see the defined groups of them every time he moved, even under that expensive material.
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.
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.”