Chapter Thirty-Five
Mia
Logan’s expression was unreadable. His gaze was confused because I was standing at his door in my gala dress.
He hadn’t moved or spoken since I uttered my reason for being here, so he could unzip my dress. Maybe he thought I was a stalker now, having flown all the way here for this. Doubts were creeping in that this was a mistake, flying on my plane overnight to see him.
“Logan?”
I watched as his gaze roamed over me, the muscles of his torso flexing ever so slightly, like he was struggling in some way.
“Come in.” That wide-eyed, shocked look on his face was gone, and now, the predatory smirk with thoseyou know you wanna screw meeyes appeared. This … this was the face I’d missed and had to see.
“I thought you were going to call me a stalker and tell me to go away for a moment there,” I voiced my doubts as I walked past him into the room.
It was one of our competitors on the budget side of the business. He’d mentioned that he was there in one of our conversations where he told me my hotel was way better. Indeed, it was. Still, I was probably going to get crap from someone for being here.
He closed the door and walked to stand near me, not quite touching. But his body was close to my back. “I’m glad you’re here.” I could feel the heat from his bare skin, and his breath tickled my neck as his voice rumbled against me.
“So, you had trouble unzipping your dress and wanted me to do it. Did I hear you correctly?” he purred, raising goose bumps on my exposed skin as a shiver shot down my body.
“Yes.” The word was hard to get out, but I managed just as his fingers softly brushed against the zipper.
His lips pressed against my shoulder, kissing for every centimeter of the zipper he pulled down. The air chilled my exposed back as his hands went to the shoulder caps of the dress and drew them down at a torturously slow pace.
A moan bubbled out from my chest from the rate of his hands, like he had all the time in the world to caress every inch of my skin. To drag this out for eternity instead of the mere twelve hours I had before needing to get back on my plane to Tampa.
“I can’t decide if I want to take my time, prolonging the end as long as I can.”
He nipped my neck, and I cried out a mixture of pain and pleasure. My fingers gripped the clutch in my hands like it was the only thing keeping me standing.
“Or fuck you fast, consuming your pleasure over and over, having you in every way possible in a short time.”
My nipples hardened, and my core clenched at his words. Logan’s voice was beyond sexy, and I swore, if he just kept talking, I would find release.
“Your choice, Mia. I’ve done my job here of unzipping your dress. Now, what do you want me to do?”
The dress fell down, revealing the only article of clothing beneath it. A black thong.
His fingers moved down my back and then back up toward my ribs and over, stroking right under my breasts. The act itself was teasing, making my chest arch and my backside press back against him. Craving more of his touch, more of him.
“Mia,” he growled, and my lips turned up into my own smolder from his voice.
He wasn’t as in control as he was making it seem. Confidence rushed through me. I had the power to drive this man to growl with need. Instead of answering, I slowly turned around, his hands dropping to his sides as his gaze prowled over every new inch of my skin he’d not seen before.
I smirked, feeling like the seductress that I believed was always inside me. She just needed someone who wanted to play with her. Someone who made her feel wanted and didn’t hold any judgment for what sexual desires she craved.
I took a step out of the pooled dress on the floor, and we were inches apart. His attention was solely on me, taking in my every move, my every breath.
Instead of talking, instead of thinking, I simply acted. Primal need to taste, to touch, and to feel everything. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his bare chest, my tongue swirling over his skin, tasting the hot flesh as the muscle beneath flexed with restraint. I lightly bit his nipple, guessing that Logan was more of a rough man if his solo session in my kitchen was any indication. His hands moved to my hips, holding me close, but there was no need since I was going nowhere but here.
“Fuck, Mia.” His fingers bit into my skin, only spurring me on more to devour every inch of his hard abdomen.
I lowered before him, my fingers prying at his pants. His cock bounced free, and my hand quickly touched him. The guttural grown vibrated from his lips down to where my hands caressed his silken hardness.
“If you want something, you’re going to have to tell me. I’m not very good at this,” I warned him before leaning in to gently press a kiss against him. Then, I licked against his broad head.
Wallace had liked oral, but he’d had this way of making me feel like I wasn’t doing anything right. I believed Logan would never make me feel that way, and so I wrapped my lips around him and began the next chapter in my sexual awakening with Logan.
