Mr. CEO(15)
“We shouldn’t do this,” she whispers, but I can tell her defenses are nonexistent. She’s inches away from being mine.
“We should be doing exactly this. I want you.” I brush the pad of my thumb along her bottom lip and add, “Tonight.”
Chapter 8
Charlotte
Although I’m walking with confidence behind him, I’m a ball of nerves on the inside. I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s reckless. Stupid, even. But my primal needs are winning the battle with common sense. I’m so messed up over Ian, I feel like I need this. I need Logan.
His hand splays across my back as I stand next to him at the elevator. I peek over my shoulder toward the entryway. I don’t want anyone to see. This will look bad. My panic rises, but then Logan leans into me, so close I can feel his hot breath on my neck, sending shivers down my back.
“Relax,” Logan says to me, his voice deep and sexy, the sound causing prickles to go up all along my arms. God, I could just melt into him. What’s worse is that I can’t think of a reason not to. As my eyes close with lust, the doors open with a loud ping, knocking me out of my trance.
He pulls me into the elevator, pressing me up against the wall.
A feeling of panic surges through me, telling me to get the hell out before the door closes. But I fight the need to run as the doors close slowly and his large body cages me in.
What's so bad about giving into my desires?
It’s just one night.
A night in Vegas.
What happens here, stays here. Right?
There’s nothing for me to worry about.
The thought gives me the courage to reach up and spear my fingers through his hair as he leans in for a passionate kiss and the elevator climbs the floors. I open my mouth wider and let him in, arching my body and moaning into his mouth.
His hands roam up my side, causing me to lean into him. I want him to take me. Right here, right now.
The elevator reaches his floor as I’m clawing at the buttons on his shirt. I pull away from him, breathless and nearly gasping, and he leads me down a long, ornate hallway to a large door.
He’s hasty with getting the key into the door, his other hand holding mine, and when he opens it my breath catches in my throat. It’s a penthouse suite, with floor-to-ceiling windows, a vast open floor plan, and stunning contemporary furniture.
Holy shit, I think to myself. This place is incredible. Luxury. It oozes luxury the way he oozes power.
I don’t get time to admire the stunning view, because suddenly Logan is pressed against me, sending my body temperature soaring and his lips pressing hungrily against mine. His hands find my ass cheeks, gripping them tightly before lifting me into the air and my legs wrap around his waist instinctively.
He pulls away from me for a moment, keeping me perfectly balanced. Below, I can feel his big, throbbing cock pressing against my *, demanding entry. Fuck! God, I’m so wet for him. I suck in a heavy breath, my chest heaving with desire.
He carries me up the stairs to the loft, holding me firm every step of the way and kissing along my neck. I struggle not to squirm in his embrace as my nails dig into his crisp white dress shirt. He kicks the door shut and throws me on a king-size bed in the center of the room. I bounce on the bed with a gasp and I look up at him as he stands above me, his huge cock pressed against his slacks, my breathing a series of desperate pants.
For a moment, I’m filled with fear at what’s about to take place, but burning desire sweeps it aside as Logan slowly takes off his tie and then his shirt. My legs scissor on the bed as I sit up and take in the sight of him. His muscles flex as he tosses his shirt to the floor. My * clenches around nothing. I push the hair off my neck, feeling hotter. I feel like I’m on fire.
It’s just one night.
It feels so wrong, having a one-night stand. But I'm dying to have one with a man like him. Especially knowing he wants me as much as I want him. And no one will know. My fingers reach for the buttons on my blouse and I slowly undo them with trembling hands.
His eyes stay focused on mine. His heated gaze is a trance pinning me to the bed to do his bidding. He won’t let me go.
As the silky fabric slips off my shoulders and the blouse falls into a pool around me, he makes a move to come closer for the first time. He unbuttons his pants and shoves them down as his lips attack my neck. He ravages me while he rips my bra down and sucks a nipple into his mouth.
My head falls back and soft moans spill from my lips, along with whispers and pleas for him to do what he wants to me. To take me. I don’t recognize my own voice. I don’t recognize the woman I am, caught in the heat of the moment and desperate for him.
My clit’s throbbing as he pushes me farther up the bed and pulls my skirt down over my ass and off of me. I’m so hot for him. So wet. He groans as he cups my *, the thin lace the only thing separating us.
I expect him to rip them with the way he’s handled me so far. But he doesn’t. He sits back on his heels, and that’s when I realize he’s completely naked. I can barely breathe as his fingers slide gently up my thighs, leaving goosebumps and shivers up my body,
He gently pulls the lace down my ass and I have to lift up slightly for him to pull them off. His eyes stay on mine. My chest rises and falls harder with each passing second. I can’t believe I’m doing this. He reaches over to the nightstand and I can’t quite see what he’s doing, but the sound of a wrapper makes it obvious.