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Waiting For You (Beautiful Surrender #1)(9)
Author: Ava Claire

My answer was simple and immediate, like I'd been waiting for someone to ask me that question my whole life.

“Surrender.” All the things I kept bottled up poured out of me. “I want someone who possesses me in every sense of the word. He can look at me and know if I need it hard and rough or gentle and…” I trailed off. My answer aligned with what he was searching for to a T.

He was up, eyes alight with passion. “If I said I needed you, right now, what would you say?”

I rose up, my legs steady. There were no thoughts other than our bodies moving as one.

“I'm yours.”

Chapter Eight

My feet skated across the hardwood floor, my heart booming madly as I gripped Logan's hand, willingly letting him lead me into the unknown. I felt like I should be more apprehensive, more worried considering I'd fought him from the minute we'd met, but something inside me had unlocked the moment I looked into his eyes. I hadn't just been fighting Logan; I was fighting myself. Fighting the carnal needs inside me that I kept at bay because of Jason. Needs I thought any rational man would run screaming from. But the minute Logan drew me into his room, kicked the door shut, and pushed me back against it, a world of possibilities opened up. A world where I could escape and lose myself in my body’s desires instead of hiding them away like a dirty little secret. As Logan's eyes swept over my body, his hands performed a second inspection. I realized dirty was what I'd been looking for all along.

He trailed back up to my cheek, bracing himself on the door behind me. “I know you have questions, doubts about the lifestyle. For now, I'll rein it in.” He ran his thumb along the curve of my lip and I couldn't resist, darting my tongue out to taste it. The salt of his skin was electrifying, the moan that started deep inside him shuddering across my body.

“I'll try and rein it in,” he remedied huskily. “But that means you have to behave.”

I arched into him, biting my lip as our bodies met and I felt just how hard he was working to control himself. “But what if I don't want to behave?”

He combed through my locks and held tight until my neck was exposed. Ripe for the taking. He drew his lips up and down the line of it, barely touching my hungry, ultra sensitive flesh. Driving me wild. Okay, he was clearly better at teasing.

His lips lingered at my ear, his words making me tremble. “There are ways to keep you in line.”

Fear sparked in my chest. “Spanking?”

“That works for some, but I think I know what you need. What will remind you who's in charge.”

My body had never felt more sensitive, each fevered breath rocking me to the core. I gazed into his eyes, wanting a clue of just what he was hinting at, but I hitched a breath as he spun me around without warning. My chest was pressed against the door. I couldn't see him, but oh, I could feel. His hand made its way around my waist and pulled me toward him, against his groin and his delicious erection. I wondered if he was going to spank me after all and in the heat of the moment, I realized maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Instead, he pulled my pants down, achingly slow, until I reached to yank them down the rest of the way.

“Hands on the door, Melissa.”

Without even thinking, I obeyed.

He had other plans of his own, his powerful fingers grabbing the globes of my behind, kneading and caressing them. I cursed myself for choosing to wear panties. I wanted him to touch me without the cotton barrier. To dive his fingers into my center and discover just how hot I was for him.

But he took his time, almost as if he knew how impatient I was.

I gasped, glaring at him over my shoulder. “Is this my punishment? Making me twitch and squirm for you?” When his fingers danced dangerously close to my crotch, my eyes rolled back in my head. The feistiness took a backseat to desire. “Do you want me to beg? I'll beg.” I groaned as his hands detoured, leaving me wanting.

“I'm waiting,” he chuckled. I'm pretty sure I'd never heard anything so simultaneously sexy and frustrating my whole life.

I threw my head back as his fingers stroked the seam of my panties, intensifying the dizzying need that soaked me to the bone. “Please touch me, Logan. I want to feel you inside me.”

As if I'd uttered the magic words, he yanked my panties to the side. A sole finger stroked the entrance to my warmth and he moaned as he coated the digit with my desire. When he plunged it inside me, my knees buckled, but he had me, finger pushing me closer to the embrace of my cl**ax. I held onto it, not sure why until he said the words.

“You don't come until I say so.”

And with that, he pulled his finger out and scooped me into his arms. I should have been self-conscious. Sure, he was the kind of man who knew his way around the gym and had the muscles to prove it, but I was far from ‘waif throw-me-over-your-shoulder-and-have-your-way-with-me thin’. But all those doubts were quieted when I looked into his eyes. In his eyes, I saw someone beautiful and sexy and desirable. I saw the me I knew was waiting deep inside. Waiting for the right one.

“Remove your shirt.”

I quickly pulled it off and tossed it aside. He slowly unbuttoned his own, his eyes rounding the curves of my breast.

“Bra too.”

I unhooked the back, my petite br**sts springing from the B cup bra. When he shed his pants, boxer briefs remaining, the sight of his bulge brought back sweet memories. I'd be doing more than staring this time. Tonight, I'd feel it deep inside me.

He strode forward, f**king me with his eyes. I tilted my chin up to hold his gaze and let out a breathy moan as he touched the side of my panties and drew them down slowly. He paused when he was level with my sex, inhaling and sighing like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever smelled.

I stepped out of them and he flung them away.

“On your back.”

I sat on the edge of the bed, crawling backward until I hit the middle. My eyes never left his. He removed his boxers then covered his erection with a condom. He even made that sexy.

He climbed onto the bed, yanking my legs wide. The bite of pain was a reminder that this would be different. Something inside me knew that once I had him, I'd never be the same.

He braced himself, his face the picture of control, but his voice betrayed him. “You want me inside of you?”

I trembled as I felt him draw the tip up and down my seam. “Y-yes.”

I inhaled sharply as he slowly pushed his way inside me. I'd underestimated his girth, the fit tight and erotic, stretching me in the most delicious way. His lips curled deviously as he rolled his hips, savoring my wetness, and then he pulled out and slammed back inside me. He robbed me of all the breath in my lungs, of the ability to form rational thought as he drove in and out of me. The control was gone, replaced by something savage and feral. I wanted to be devoured, stripped down to nothing, and rebuilt by his touch.

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