Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
I slowly looked at him, trying to calm my breathing, but with each passing second, my desire became stronger, taking control of me.
“Mr. Mathis?” I said softly, trying to be formal, hoping it would ease some of these wild, inappropriate thoughts in my head. This is a business agreement, an arrangement. Nothing more.
“Mr. Mathis was my father,” he replied, his stare so hard, so dark, I felt it to my core. “Call me, Logan, Beatrix.”
I liked the way our names sounded right next to each other.
I’m crazy. I’ve gone insane.
I nodded. “Okay. Logan.” I swore I heard this low, deep sound leave him, but at the same time, the city right outside the limo was frantic, cars honking, motorcycles revving by us. Maybe I imagined the noise leaving him?
“Did you enjoy tonight?”
I nodded right away then promptly licked my lips. He lowered his gaze to watch the act. “I did. Thank you, and thank you for helping with the charity.” I didn’t even touch on the fact that he’d spent a small fortune to have dinner with little old me, a nobody from nowhere. Compared to the women he was probably used to seeing and socializing with, I was as ordinary as they came. But he didn’t look at me like I was nothing. He looked at me with this heated, almost obsessed expression covering his face.
“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.