Page 42 of Reject Him

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Logan holds her hand as she steps into the tub. The white tub is massive, and the jets are softly humming. Bubbles nearly spill over the side of the tub as she sits, and then she looks at him expectedly. All he can think of is how beautiful she looks. He senses a hint of unsteadiness in her expression, but he won’t let anything happen tonight that she doesn’t want to, no matter what Val, Wayne, and Draven’s intentions are.

The bathroom lights are dimmed as much as the ones in his bedroom are, and tall white candles are lit throughout, squatting on every surface. Beside the tub is an opened bottle of chilled red wine and, on either side, two crystal-clear goblets. He can smell the wine and so he picks up the bottle and carefully pours the liquid into each goblet.

He hasn’t seen these goblets in ages. They were his parents’. He remembers his mother having a glass of wine almost every night. Where did Val get them? She must have dug for them in the basement. She’s bold like that.

When the glasses are halfway full, he passes Eme one. Her hand is covered in bubbles as she reaches for it. Once she has it, she takes a generous sip. And when she’s finished, her tongue darts out to lick her top lip. His eyes trace the movement, and he feels his cock twitch then watches as her eyes shoot to it. A certain heat comes to life in her eyes, a look that transforms the uncertainty into surety. He can tell she wants him, can scent her arousal in the air, but he doesn’t comment on it. He wants her just as much as she wants him, and the evidence is clear.

With his wine clutched in his hand, he steps into the tub. The water is hot, but not too hot to the touch. It chases away the remaining chill from their earlier walk.

Carefully, he sits adjacent to her.

The bubbles come up to her chest, hiding her breasts from his sight. They say nothing to one another for a long time, content with staring at one another, but when Logan can no longer stand it, he breaks the silence. “You’re beautiful,” he admits.

She blushes but doesn’t look away. “As are you.”

He smirks at her rosy cheeks. As an alpha, he’s not used to being shy, but her shyness is adorable. He’d give anything to know what she’s thinking right at this very moment.

Setting his wine down on the ground, he takes hers and sets it beside his. She doesn’t complain, not even when he takes hold of her hand and guides her to him. He situates her on his lap so her legs are straddling him, and he nearly growls when he feels her pressed up against his cock.

She peers down at him, the blush still on her cheeks, her soap-covered breasts near his face. He has the urge to lick the soap away, but instead, he says, “You have no idea what I want to do to you, you’re that beautiful.”

Her lips part, and heat flashes in her eyes. He wants her. Oh, how he wants her, and his wolf agrees.

Leaning forward, he waits for a moment so that she can have the opportunity to tell him no, but when she says nothing, he nips at her collarbone. She leans her head back and sighs. Her breasts rise as she does so, and he presses a kiss to one of them, right next to the pebbled nipple. He kisses again, and again, and each time, she exhales a sound that makes his cock jump against her.

“Please,” she begs. He chuckles against her skin then flicks his tongue over her nipple. She moans and rocks against him. He growls into her skin.

Underneath the water, he grabs her ass and presses her flush with him. He can feel his cock rubbing against her clit, and it nearly has him coming undone.

“Please,” she begs again. He could make her work for it the way he worked to gain her affections. He could make her beg for more, but truth be told, he can barely contain himself. All he wants to do is turn her over, slide his cock inside, and fuck her until she screams his name.

First, he nips at her nipple. Then, he soothes the ache by sucking it into his mouth. He squeezes her curvy ass once more, bringing her closer to his lips.

He feels her possessiveness when her fingers twine into his hair. He likes that she holds him there to her breast, to her nipple, silently wording not to move. He listens and sucks, twirls his tongue, flicks, and sucks again.

“Oh my god,” she whispers to the ceiling. She tastes like sunshine, like all the things he’s missed throughout his entire life.

He removes his lips, and she whimpers a bit, but she sighs once he finds the other nipple. He tugs on it and gives it the same treatment he’d given the other one.

“More,” she begs. “Please, more.”

And the way she begs, he thinks to himself.

He clutches her ass a little tighter and starts to rock her. He can feel her clit rub against him, feel the way she clenches her legs to the pressure of him.

She twists her fingers in his hair tighter and tilts his head back. Her lips crash against his, and the kiss quickly becomes fervent. He continues to rock her against him, feels the way her breath comes faster and faster.

Their tongues tangle. What he would give to have his tongue slide against her clit. What he would give to watch her writhe before his eyes.

She stops the rocking, and he breaks the kiss with a question in his expression. She says nothing as she angles her hips just so, his cock at her entrance.

“Are you sure?” he asks because this is a step that can’t be reversed.

She nods, and slowly, so slowly, she lowers herself onto him. Her walls pulsate around him, and the back of his head nearly hits the rim of the tub when he moans.

“You feel amazing,” he hisses.