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 wasn’t going anywhere.
He used his leverage on me to pull me impossibly closer. I was suffocating, but in a good kind of way, in the kind of way that stole my breath and made me realize life was precious. Sliding my hands up and taking hold of the short, dark hair at the base of his skull, I tugged lightly on the strands, trying to get him closer, needing that. I wanted to be ingrained in this man, to let him claim every single inch of me until there wasn’t anything left.
And as I tipped my head back, as I felt his warm breath move along mine, I felt my gaze grow heavy. I wanted his kiss. I needed it.
And as if he read my mind, he leaned in and claimed my mouth, stroking his tongue along the seam, forcing me to open for him. He shifted us so I was no longer pressed against the banister in the elevator. He now had my back pressed to the smooth wall of our little intimate box. Logan had his hands now braced on either side of the wall beside my head, caging me in at the same time he pressed his lower body to my belly. I felt the very hard, very evident line of his cock, and I remembered how he’d gotten me off in the limo… how he hadn’t found his own release.
I broke the kiss and sucked in a lungful of air. “God, you feel huge.” I hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but there it was, obscene words hanging between us.
Logan had his mouth at my throat, sucking at my flesh until it felt tender.
I slid my hands down to his waist, gripped the sides of his pressed white button-down shirt, and had no shame as I yanked him farther against me. This wildfire was burning brightly in me, and I didn’t want it contained.
He made this gruff grunt as his body slammed against mine. The back of my head connected with the wall, the loud thump echoing in the cube we were boxed in.
He didn’t break the kiss as he slid a hand behind my head, cushioning it. I wanted to beg him to take me right here, right now, to just push the emergency button and have the elevator stall, to give us this moment in time where nothing stopped us.
And then he reached out and pressed the button on the console that would resume our ascent. All too soon I felt the elevator come to a stop and of the doors opening. Reality set in again. Logan broke the kiss, and I groaned in disappointment. He looked at me with an intensity that had my inner muscles clenching.
“This is your last chance to leave, to put an end to this, Beatrix.” His voice was so rough, the timbre serrated. “Because once we go all the way, there’s no fucking way I can stop myself. There’s no way I can let you go.”
I didn’t know what he meant by the last part, but I was too clouded with arousal to put a stop to anything.
I slid my hand in his, twined our fingers, and was the one to lead him out of the elevator.
Chapter Twelve
Logan
I was surprised I’d been able to make it into the apartment. I could have taken Beatrix right in the fucking elevator and not give a shit who saw. In fact, I wanted people to see me claim her, to know she was mine, that no one would ever have her but me.
And that was the damn truth. No one would ever know what she felt like, how she tasted, what she felt like inside.
I was so hard. My cock throbbed behind my slacks, and the memory of grinding it against her soft belly nearly had me coming. And as I stared at Beatrix as she walked around my penthouse, as she took in everything, running her fingers along the books that lined the built-in shelf off to the side, or as she gazed down at the city below, all I wanted to do was rip her fucking clothes away and bottom out inside her. A groan left me at the image that thought conjured up. The only thing that mattered right now was this woman, this sweet, soft female who was giving herself to me.
“Come here, Beatrix.” Those words came out of me harsher, more demanding than I’d meant. Or maybe that’s exactly how I’d meant to say them. Right now, I didn’t feel like myself. I felt wild and unhinged, and all because of her, because of the sight, smell, and feel of Beatrix.
She was right in front of me a second later, the desire on her face so thick I could almost taste it. I didn’t hesitate to wrap my hand around her lower back and pull her in close, let her feel how thick and hard my cock was for her. I slanted my mouth on hers, stroking my tongue against her lips, along the seam, before slipping the muscle inside. She opened for me right away, allowing me to move my tongue against hers. I couldn’t hold back the groan that spilled from me.