Page 15 of Target Me
I was positive I wasn’t just scared. I was terrified, and so wet it was a wonder there was any moisture left in my body.
“Kneel.”
I dropped so fast I knew there would be bruises on my knees come morning. I didn’t care. The move put me eye level with his crotch, and this time, there was no doubt that he and I were on the same page. His zipper strained against the bulge beneath it.
Squeezing my thighs together to lessen the ache in my core, I watched his face through my lashes, looking for clues about where he wanted this to go.
“Have you played like this before, hen?” he asked.
I shook my head. I hadn’t experienced it personally, but I had read about it, fantasized about it. Watched it in a dozen porn scenes. My hands shook with anticipation as he maintained his position.
Touch me. Use me. Do something!I screamed at him in my mind, but I knew enough about the game to keep quiet.
With all the leisure of someone out for an afternoon stroll, Logan straightened from his lean and dropped into a crouch so that we were nose to nose.
“We’ll have to go slow, then. Take off your shirt for me. Let me see you.”
In a flourish of movement that was almost ruined when my shirt caught on the underside of my breasts, I shed my t-shirt, dropping it on the floor beside me. Logan’s eyes didn’t leave mine.
Was this a test?
“Beautiful,” he growled.
With a feather-soft touch, he traced his hand up my arm, fingers dancing along my collarbone, up my throat, and across my cheek. In a move that stole the breath from my body, his hand tightened in my hair, and his mouth crashed down on mine. The kiss was punishing. More fight than affection, as though he were angry with the turn circumstances had taken.
I wanted to give it right back, but found myself softening under his bruising lips, absorbing the ferocity of teeth and tongue until all I could do was keep a grip on the front of his shirt and hold on. It took long moments for me to realize the mewling sounds that dusted the air around us were coming from my own throat. I wanted this. I wanted him.
Reaching behind me, I loosened the clasp on my bra, freeing my breasts in the hopes of moving things along.
I was ready.
And then he was gone.
Between one breath and the next he was on his feet, striding toward the door. On the threshold, he turned, eyes trained above where I kneeled topless and vulnerable in the middle of the floor.
“That shouldn’t have happened. You’re my assignment, and the only way I can effectively do my job is if I keep emotions out of it. This wasn’t your fault.”
I gaped at the empty space he had just occupied, wondering what the hell had just happened.
My body throbbed, furious at being denied what seemed like a certainty such a short time ago. Well, fuck him very much. I could get myself off.
Crawling under my worktable, I pulled out one of many shoeboxes I had stashed under there as storage. This one had something a little more intimate in it.
With a last look at the empty doorway, I loosened the button on my shorts and braced forearm on the edge of the table, pulling my magic bullet out of its box with the other hand. Its buzzing filled the air, and I almost whimpered with relief as I shoved the device inside my underwear, already embarrassingly slick from my encounter with Logan.
The familiar pulses sent shivers up my spine, and I moaned as my hips fell into an unconscious rhythm. I imagined Logan walking back into the room. Imagined those reddish eyes watching me take control of my own pleasure, not asking his permission or seeking approval. My stomach lurched as the sensations ratcheted up a notch as I stared down fantasy Logan, defying him and challenging him to stop me.
In my mind, he growled, just like he had in real life. He told me to stop. To be a good girl and wait for my pleasure. I flipped him off and moved the toy to my entrance, teasing the sensitive flesh as my nerve endings fired to the point of pain. I bit my lip, imagining Logan surrendering with a rabid look on his face. His hands ripping at the fly of his pants and pulling out the length I could only guess at. As he shoved his cock down my throat, I came with an unapologetic scream.
I didn’t care if real-life Logan could hear me downstairs. In fact… I wanted him to.
He thought I was a brat before?
I’d show him how bratty I could be.
Logan Tanner had chosen to hide from what we both so clearly wanted. He was acting like a coward, so I was back to plan A. Make his life hell.
I wondered how long he’d last before he cracked.
