“I’m scared,” I admit in the softest voice.
“Of what?”
“That you’ll give me a wedgie.”
The stupidity of the situation has slapped me in the face. First, I throw my cell like a tantrum-acting toddler. Then, I find myself in the arms of Logan Carrington who no doubt, is plotting something wicked in his sadistic mind.
Between the moon that reflects off the water and the darkness that surrounds us, the sounds of his hitched breathing echo enough for me to remain still. In some crazy way, my heart begins to beat wildly, mirroring his breathing.
“Will you just shut up for once?” he grunts, annoyed with a sullen glare. The complete opposite to his calm demeanor he showed only moments ago.
I exhale as if his threats didn’t affect me, challenging him because he hadn’t changed one bit. Still a stubborn know-it-all that thought he was king. Rule the world and everyone around him had to bow down.
“Yeah? Well, make me,” I say in defiance, holding my arms out so we stood face-to-face.
Something in the way his eyes bore into me, viciously watching with malice, warns me again that Logan never played fair. He always took things to the next level.
His hand slides down my back and over my ass. My dress is floating, and with just one move, his palm is against my bare cheek cupping my panties in his hand. It didn’t help that my reflexes were slow. With my hands ready to push him away, the jolt of my body from his fingers brushing against the entrance of my pussy startles me—the moan barely at bay as he repeats it again.
Is this happening? You’re dreaming . . .
This is some sort of nightmare that you’ll wake up from soon . . . like now . . . or now . . .
WAKE UP!
My mouth falls open, pressed against his ear from the pressure of him drawing our bodies close together. And just when I think my imagination played wild and crazy tricks on me, his lips move towards my collarbone, biting down on my skin.
“Logan,” I whisper, strained and holding back the pain from his bite. “What are you doing?”
Not answering my question, he buries his head into my neck and grips harder. I have no idea what is going on and feel helpless—unable to stop it. This is wrong . . . this is weird . . . why am I not fighting back?
His fingers dance around the entrance, and in one quick move, they glide effortlessly inside, causing me to suck my breath in and arch back as my body melts over him. His pace quickens, and my blood begins to rise; my skin steaming in the cold water.
My body begins to act on instinct, succumbing to the fire in my belly that’s rising slowly and clouding any rational thoughts. With small but quick moans, my arms wrap around his back tighter, desperate to avoid eye contact while he continues to slide in and out.
The waves of the water allow my hips to sway freely, in sync with every thrust.
My stomach begins to flutter; the fire beyond control followed by a swirl that builds up and makes my whole body react, sensitive to every touch and movement. Biting down on the tip of his shoulder, I lose control, my teeth digging into his skin as the ache mixed with fire ignites every surface of my skin and barrels through me in one explosive orgasm.
With my eyes closed, I ride the contractions that wrap around his finger and immerse myself in the pleasurable sensation that has overcome me. The rise and fall of my chest evens out, reality setting in as to what I had done. What we had done.
I don’t have any words.
Speechless.
Incoherent.
Basking in an intense orgasm from just one finger.
The finger that belongs to the one person you vowed never to touch.
And he vowed never to touch you.
So now what?
“I need to go,” I stutter nervously, embarrassed and looking for an escap
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