Silence. She didn’t move. Sensed that he didn’t either.
Finally she braved up. Opened her eyes to look at him.
He was smiling, a regretful, rueful smile. But amusement danced in his eyes as well. He shrugged. “It was bound to happen sometime.”
Chapter Seventeen
#RuleChange
Bound to happen? Being sprung almost having sex in public was bound to happen? For Mr Sex-Tape, sure. But for her?
“Min?”
She’d talk to him soon. When she’d calmed down. When she was more in control of herself.
His low laughter didn’t help calm her. She fastened her seatbelt with a vicious snap, grateful it was only a short drive back to his parents’ monster-sized home. She’d refused to re-enter the restaurant. Logan had quickly gone in to give their apologies while she’d waited for the transport to arrive.
All the confidence she’d felt during the dinner crumbled now. She got out of the car as soon as they pulled up outside the lodge, didn’t wait for anyone to get the door for her. But as soon as she got to the privacy of their bedroom, she whirled to face him.
“Were a few p-p-public kisses not enough for you?” She vented her anger. Her mortification. “You had to go all out again and prove your virility? That you can have your women anywhere, anyway you want them?”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“No?”
“It was the challenge—”
“I don’t want to be a challenge like that for you. What do I have to do to stop being such a challenge?” She stripped off her skirt, her panties were scrunched up in her handbag, so she was butt naked from the lower half down. She ripped off her top and flung herself onto the bed. Spread her legs wide. “You want to have sex with me? Fine. Have sex. G-g-get on top and get it over with. I’ll have a good time. I know you’ll ensure that.”
“Min.” Standing only just in the door, he looked thunderstruck. “What the—”
“What? You h-h-humiliated me—stripping me in public.”
“I forgot we were in public. I got carried away.”
“Because you’re an animal?”
“I wanted to see you.”
“See me what? Embarrassed?”
“I wanted to see you satisfied. I wanted to see you content. Sated. Pleasured. Whatever. I forgot about everyone else. Everything else. I was only concentrating on you.” He was furious. “And you liked it. You wanted it. You were touching me too.”
“I didn’t think you’d go that far—”
“Yes you did.” he fought back. “You knew I’d do exactly that. You wanted me to.”
“No—”
“Don’t lie. Don’t deny it.” He stalked over to the end of the bed, never taking his eyes from hers. “You were excited by it. You liked the possibility of being caught. You’re an exhibitionist.”
That was so far from the truth it was laughable.
“I hardly had to touch you to get you hot and wet. You were three quarters there already, and knowing there were people nearby just made you hotter. You like it out of control, Min. Dirty. Almost as dirty as me.”
“You’re wrong.” But she didn’t say why. Because the shocking truth was she didn’t care who’d been nearby when he’d been touching her. She hadn’t been aware of any one or any thing else. Her whole world had narrowed down to him. Only him.
She’d have done anything he wanted then. And that terrified her.
“No I’m right. And you want it now.” He lowered his gaze, raking up and down her naked body.
She knew he could see how aroused she still was.
“Yeah and I know what’s going to happen,” she said, her anger morphing to something else again. “You’ll laugh, you’ll tease me. You’ll kiss me and touch me until I have an incredible orgasm and then you’ll chuckle all pleased and then you’ll leave.” She pushed out a sharp breath. “And then I’ll feel b-b-bad.”
He frowned, looked even more thunderstruck. “But you like—”
“Of course I like. Who doesn’t like orgasms? But I’m sick of the p-p-power play. It’s so one-sided. Sure, you’re the one doing all the work, but I’m the only one actually opening up. You give nothing of yourself—not really. You’re not shaking and vulnerable in my arms the way I am in yours. It’s not fair.”
It wasn’t fair that she got orgasm after orgasm while he got nothing but blue balls. He was proving some sick point but she didn’t like to see him suffer.
She never should have put the ban on sex toys. A vibrator would do it, right? Ease the ache that was worsening inside. With every orgasm it worsened. The need for fulfillment, to have him lodged deep, so big and hard inside her there was room for nothing else. After all her ‘I’ll teach him’ bravado, the joke was on her.
“Are you saying you want me inside you?” His jaw dropped as he processed her words. “You want me to come inside you?”
“No.”
Not yet. There was something else she wanted first.
Logan walked to the end of the bed. Hands on his hips he stared at her, blue fury in his eyes. “Then what the fuck do you want from me, Min?”
She stared at him. Damn it, her throat tightened. But she had to be honest now, or she was just some teasing bitch.
“What do I want?” She wanted him as desperate for her, as she was for him. For him to feel the pleasure that she felt. For him to feel as... moved. She sat up, drawing her knees up to her chest and clasped her arms around them.
Then she swallowed, pushing past the block. “You. Begging. For m-me.”
He stared back at her. For once he seemed to be the one stuck for speech.
He drew in a deep breath and straightened. “Me. Begging.”
She nodded. That was it, exactly. Because she knew he wasn’t the kind of guy to roll over in an instant. He was too arrogant for that. He liked to be the one in control.
Too bad. If he wanted her, he was going to have to lose it—shed his pride and get on his knees and express his need for her. And he was damn well going to love it.
A small smile tweaked his mouth. “It seems we have a standoff.”
He walked a pace and then sat on the corner of the bed, looking at her with fierce intensity. And amusement. “You know I’m programmed to win. Nothing matters more than coming first. You either win or you lose. There are no silver medals. They’re worthless.”
She loved that wicked look in his eyes. Her anger disappeared. Suddenly it felt like the power had shifted—balanced. “I could have you all over me in an instant,” she said unable to stop her own smile.
“You think?” he laughed.
“Oh yeah. All I’d have to do is roll over and you’d be hauling out your stash of condoms.”
He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter what you do, unless you beg—verbally—unless you explicitly beg for me to fuck you, then I’m not doing it.”
“No matter what I do?” she laughed. “You couldn’t possibly hold out.”
“You think you’re that good?”
“I know I’m not. But I also know you, and you have very little self control where sex is concerned.”
“I’m never going to live that threesome down, am I?” He shook his head. “Honestly, it was just the once. I just had the misfortune to have the thing caught on camera.”
“But you’re no saint. You like sex. You’re used to having a lot of it.”
“Hasn’t the last week taught you anything?” he asked, full of mock distain. “I’ve been holding back something awful. Hasn’t that proved I can do it? You can try what you like, but I’m not coming.”
“Not coming at all?” Her senses heightened at that challenge.
“Not coming. Not trying to mount you. Nothing.”
“But you’re going to make me come.”
“Ten times a day given how aggravating you’re currently being,” he said. “It’s the least you deserve. You’ll be begging me before breakfast.”
“While you’re full of h
ot air. I’ll have you coming in my mouth before then.” She noted the flush in his cheeks and for a second thought she had a chance. “Maybe not my mouth,” she muttered with a sly look. “Maybe I’ll let you come on my breasts instead... you like that idea?”
“I can and will resist you.” He smiled, but she noticed he’d fisted his hands and his knuckles were white. “Only until you cannot resist me.”
“So it’s a b-b-battle of wills.”
“It would seem so.”
She watched as Logan stood and pulled both his sweater and tee over his head so his chest was bare. Then his hands went to his jeans. She wasn’t polite enough to look away as he unfastened his belt and then pushed his jeans and boxers down, kicking them away.
She chuckled as he slid his socks off. But her laughter died when he straightened and stood before her. Naked, hard. Ready.
She blinked and clasped her arms more tightly around her knees. None of those photos had done the man justice. So big. So flexed. So fine.