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.
He kept me on his lap, my head resting on his shoulder. It had gone from a highly erotic encounter, to one that was sweet, comforting even. He stroked his hand up and down my thigh, his other palm resting on my lower back, keeping me comfortable and stable as I sat on him. And even though I’d been relaxed, that post-euphoric haze covering me, I was still so aroused I could barely catch my breath.
I knew why we were going back to his place, and I anticipated it like nothing ever before.
But here we were now, making our way to the underground stainless steel, polished elevator, my ballet flats soundless against the smoothed concrete, my pulse already racing for what was to come.
Once inside, I found myself pressed against the opposite wall from Logan, my nerves suddenly rising up. He reached out and slid a plastic keycard along the console on the elevator wall, causing the doors to slide shut, closing us in. I swore I instantly felt how hot the interior became. I chanced a glance in his direction, because I felt him watching me and saw he had this hooded expression on his face. The desire he had for me was so damn clear I felt it skate along my bare arms.
I licked my lips, knowing I should say something, but nothing came out.
He moved closer and placed his hands on the banister on either side of me. I was caged in in the best of ways. Logan said nothing as he glanced down at my lips. “I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want you,” he murmured, almost sounding like he meant to keep that to himself. “But there’s something unique about you, something that draws me in, pulls me closer.”
I was breathing so hard I felt lightheaded.
“You stood out at that charity event.” He looked up at my eyes then. I got lost in the color. “I instantly grew addicted, Beatrix. I knew I had to have you all to myself.”
“Logan,” I whispered his name, unsure what I was going to say. I couldn’t help but wonder how a man like Logan, so wealthy, so successful, and someone who could get any woman he wanted, would desire me so much. “I’m so plain, nothing at all special about me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” he said, and I realized I said that last part out loud. “You are so special, Beatrix. You are so… perfect.” He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. When he opened his eyes, I felt this shockwave move through me. There was no doubt in my mind he meant every word he said. “I’m not a man who begs, Beatrix. I get what I want no matter what. It’s handed to me on a silver fucking platter.” The way he said the latter was laced with disgust.
He lifted a hand and cupped my cheek, and I felt myself lean into his touch, absorbing the fact that this virtual stranger was showing me such gentleness, saying things I never imagined a man would say to me. And I could look into his face and know he told the truth, that he actually felt and believed the things he said to me.
He reached out and touched something—a button that had the elevator coming to a stop.
“Wha—”
“Tell me these feelings aren’t one-sided, Beatrix. Tell me I’m not completely projecting my feelings I have for you, seeing what’s not really there.” He stared into my eyes, and there was this pleading note in his gaze and in his touch.
The scent of his cologne, woodsy and masculine, filled my nose, made me feel drunk, intoxicated, and it had nothing to do with the wine I consumed at dinner.
“Tell me this feels right, that being together feels like it’s what’s been missing in our lives.”
“Yes,” I whispered. “And that scares the hell out of me, Logan.”
He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against mine. In this moment, it wasn’t about sex or the prospect of it. Right now, as he pulled me into the hardness of his chest, I felt my world fall into place.
It was so sudden, insane, and didn’t seem plausible, but here we were.
When you’re afraid, it’s how you know it’s real, that life is real.” I knew he spoke to himself, but his words rang so true. He rubbed his thumb along my cheek, and my heart started beating faster, the arousal that had just taken a backseat to this intimate moment rising up and making itself known once more.