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For some reason, I don’t question if he’s playing very smart, a thought-out game to get me in his bed. I’m happy to bask in his warm presence melting my lonely, battered heart. I look into those incredible eyes reflecting wild beauty within and smile, content.
Chapter 6
Awakened Longing
~Cassandra~
After our walk, Logan escorts me back to the hotel. My pulse spikes as I become aware of his hand pressed possessively on my back. His warm breath cascades down my skin, saturating the air with savage promises of the night ahead. As we watch each other, the thrilling energy sends ripples break over my skin. Logan steals my surprised gasp with his mouth.
Mmmm.
“I wanted to do this all morning.” His throaty confession sends heat down to my dampening center, and I moan as his hands press me closer.
Swaying on my feet, I wind my arms around his neck as he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his torso. The desire consuming me grows too strong to ignore and I gasp as he presses my center against his hardness.
“Hold on, Angel, we’re almost there.” His guttural response leaves me lightheaded.
After a short ride in the lift, we end up in his expensive hotel room overlooking Liverpool. The glowing lights are illuminating the city’s beauty.
“Wow, your room has a fantastic view,” I tell him, breathless, as he sets me on my feet. I walk over to the window, needing a moment to recover.
I keep my gaze on the skyline, not realizing how significant this moment is. I feel his silent presence behind me, claiming the little space I’d put between us.
Logan runs his hands up and down my arms. “Turn around, Cassandra.” Unable to deny him, I do as he asks.
Suddenly desperate for skin-to-skin contact, I remove his sweater and T-shirt, then press my lips to his hard, defined chest. The smooth, hot skin reaches my taste buds, and the heat penetrates my cells.
“Yet, you are the only one I want to get lost in.” Logan winds his hands around me.
Resting my forehead on his chest, I try to catch my breath. Flushed with desire, my eyelids become heavy. The pulse in my chest hammers out of control, and I’m sure I’m going to pass out.
He raises my chin and takes fierce possession of my lips. I begin to tremble, overwhelmed from the dizzying heights this kiss is taking me. Logan walks me over to the bed while the emerald gaze stays fastened on mine. My swollen lips are tingling and clit is throbbing, my heart hammering crazy in my chest.
“You can change your mind, if that’s what you want,” he reassures me, searching my gaze, seeking permission.
“I know, Logan.” I’ve never experienced this with anyone else before. “I’m not walking away from this,” I tell him, determined.
“I don’t believe that you could have pushed me away yesterday either,” he counters, a little bit smugly, and rewards me with an alluring smile. I chuckle at his confidence.
“Don’t be so smug, Mr. Cade. You’re the one who couldn’t keep your hands off me yesterday.” He shrugs, capturing my lips with his, robbing me of my breath, and my legs turn to jelly.
“What now?” I whisper, clutching on to him.
“Come over here.” My gaze snaps to his tempting one, as if reacting to his firm demand. My cheeks glow and my blood spikes with thick arousal. I close my eyes, unable to hold the intensity he exudes in his look, and he pulls me closer.
What do I have to lose, allowing him a taste and savoring his? There is nothing left for me. I’m on my own, barely able to breathe. I shouldn’t waste it with morals that don’t apply to me anymore. The rules don’t make sense. Take a little sip. The memories will be there to cherish when I lie alone in bed, crying, fighting back chills.
Perched on the edge of the bed, he waits for me to make my mind. I saunter over to stand between his legs and cup his prickly cheeks. Unable to help myself, I explore him with my fingertips, running over every contour. I commit his features to my memory for later.
Why does he find me desirable? Afraid he might change his mind, I straddle him, wrapping my legs around his waist.
My skin breaks out in goose bumps as his fingers play with the edge of my blouse. Very leisurely, he lifts my shirt, and the material gently skims against my sensitive skin as he brings it over my head and discards it.
With no haste, he takes me in. A satisfied groan escapes his throat as his eyes settle on my hot pink bra. Logan leans down to capture one nipple between his lips through the material. I arch my back at the suction, moaning. The sensual assault on my breasts shoots sparks straight to my womb.
“Logan.” I squirm as my fingers sink into his hair. I breathe in deeply, trying to draw much-needed oxygen to my deprived lungs. The bra irritates my skin, and feels restricting against my chest.
“More,” I demand, as his mouth lands on my pounding pulse and sucks. Needing more friction, I grind my center against his hard cock. He groans and grips my hair, gently tugging. Logan claims my mouth again, slipping his tongue past my surprised lips.
