Bought (A Real Man, 24)

by Jenika Snow

  “I would have paid a lot more for your company, Beatrix.”

  My heart stopped then restarted, and I felt it jump to my throat.

  We didn’t say anything else, just stared at each other, the little bumps and sways from the car almost lulling, relaxing. But nothing would make me feel a semblance of calm when Logan watched me the way he was right now.

  Heated.

  Intense.

  Needy.

  I felt intoxicated, like I couldn’t breathe. I swore the interior of the car became hotter. I felt that alcohol move through my veins, the buzz I’d felt in the restaurant that had made me Chatty Kathy dwindling so it was now this hum in me, this pleasurable, consuming hum that encompassed every inch of me.

  I just wanted to move closer to him, to feel him touch me, stroke those big fingers along my body. I opened my mouth, but I didn’t know what I planned on saying. Beg for him? Ask him to end this erotic torture I felt? Hell, I was so desperate, so pathetic in this moment that I didn’t even care if this was only a one-night thing with Logan. I just wanted him.

  I shifted on the seat, but my body stilled when he made this low growl in his throat. Yeah, I’d heard him clearly that time.

  “Come here, Beatrix. Come closer.” The way he said those words had a fire started between my thighs, scorching heat, this electrical charge making me feel wild and untamed.

  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 despera
tely 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.

  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.

  Something in me snapped, tore away from m
e so it no longer covered me, no longer laced my very existence. I reached up and held onto him, feeling him wrap his hand around the back of my neck and using his other hand to slide down to land at the small of my back. He held me, curled his fingers into my body as if he were afraid I’d leave.

  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.