Page 49 of Resisting Mr. Rich


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He leans close enough that our foreheads almost touch as he spits, “So you keep telling me.”

“So get out of my face.”

He leans closer. My chest rises and falls in labored breaths as his body presses up against mine and his hips push into me.

I feel his arousal instantly, hard and thick between us. I refuse to move away and show weakness, so I stay with it pressed against me.

“Get the fuck out of my head and I will,” he growls.

Both of us stare at the other with a mix of fury and something else swirling in the thin slice of space that still exists between us.

There’s a soft thud as Logan drops his glass onto the thick carpet.

“I said…” His lips hover above mine.

He smells like brandy. Warm and dangerous.

“Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Head.”

He reaches up and holds my face between his palms. I’m too stunned to move.

Until he smashes his lips against mine.

A searing kiss.

It’s rough, commanding, and entitled. Like he has every right to do it.Like I’m his.

His tongue finds mine, and someone moans.

Me.

“What are you doing?” I gasp, ripping my lips from his.

His eyes are dark, lust entwined with anger.

“Giving us both a release.”

“What—?”

He cuts me off by swiping his thumb over my bottom lip, before pushing it into my mouth. He runs the pad over the tip of my tongue, narrowing his eyes as he watches it.

A small whimper escapes my throat, and Logan smirks.

I wrench my mouth away.

“I don’t want anything from you,” I hiss.

He looks at the shining wetness coating his thumb. Something dangerous flickers in his gaze as he brings his hand to his mouth and swipes his thumb over his tongue, tasting it.Tasting me.

A deep rumble fills the back of his throat as his eyes drop back to my mouth.

“You don’t want anything from me?” he rasps.

“God, no.” I grimace.

“You sure about that?”

He rolls his hips and his erection presses against me. Instinctively, I part my legs, my heartrate spiking as my breath catches in my throat.

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