Page 65 of The Opposite of Romance
“I’m flirty when I like someone. And I really like you, Sadie.” His dark eyes are earnest, but my brain can’t possibly process it.
“I-I’m your boss … sort of,” I stutter, making him chuckle.
“That’s kind of hot, don’t you think?”
“Mmm…” He’s hot, in another sweaty tank top. And I’m hot all over just from seeing him.Kind of hotis a gross understatement.
“Your move, boss. I’ve shown my cards.” He bites into his plump bottom lip and my brain short-circuits.
In a single breath, I close the distance between us, pressing my lips to his. My hand finds its way to his shirt, holding him flush to me. He wastes no time, slipping his hands into my hair and his tongue into my mouth. It’s hot and rough and I whimper when I remember the way it felt on my needy pussy.
Yeah, this is probably a bad idea. Again. But he admitted he’s attracted to me. God knows why. And I’m going to enjoy it while it lasts. Until he completes my project, and I stop being convenient. Until he finds another toy to play with.
My chest heaves as I try to breathe him in like air. His scent invades my pores, so distinctively Logan. He could do hard physical labor in a hundred degree heat the whole day and still smell good. Just like the last time, the kiss is the hottest kiss I’ve ever experienced, but his hands get impatient, roaming my body.
He pulls away for a second. “Call me high maintenance, but I want a bed this time.”
I nod before attacking his mouth again. He lifts me high enough to wrap my legs behind his back and starts walking, as if I weigh nothing.
“I can walk on my own, you know,” I stammer between kisses.
“How could you walk on your own while kissing me like this?” He slaps my ass lightly. “I don’t think so.”
I moan into his mouth, grinding myself on his thick length.
“Your room?” he asks when we reach the top of the stairs.
Lust controlling my brain, it takes me a few seconds to orientate myself enough to point in the right direction.
He drops me on the bed, trying to get my clothes off, but I grab his hand and pull him to the bed with me before flipping us around. I don’t give him a chance to argue, dropping to my knees. His eyes darken, hunger overtaking them. My hands work on removing his shirt until his chest is bare in front of me. Wide, muscular shoulders that taper down into strong pecs, smattered with dark chest hair I ache to trace with my tongue.
Fuck, he looks good.I’ll never look at my bed the same way again—without picturing him here, feral andmale,his skin burning under my touch.
Focusing back on my plans, I unzip his jeans. He hisses, like I’ve actually burned him. As if trying to force himself to remove it, he sets his hand on my wrist. But I’m quicker, releasing his already dripping cock from his boxers in seconds.
“You don’t have to…” he says, but I interrupt him by placing a long lick from the root to the tip of his shaft.
“Fuckkkkk,” he groans, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
With a satisfied smirk, I suck his tip into my mouth. He’s as hard and big as I remember him, even though I convinced myself it had to be an illusion. Using the knowledge I got from books; I attempt to fake a good blowjob. I haven’t given one in years. David used to love them, but since he wasn’t a fan of reciprocating, I eventually stopped handing them out.
But as the slow licks and swirls elicit a litany of curses from him, my confidence grows. I grab him by the root, harshly, making him groan before hollowing my cheeks and taking him deep. The sight of his stomach contracting, along with his hisses, makes me moan, knowing how much he’s affected by this. Finally, I gain the courage to gaze up at him, my tongue circling his tip, but what I see stops me in my tracks.
His eyes are wild with black irises and lowered brows. His jaw is hard, as if he’s a second away from snapping it in half. If this was fiction, I’d have half of mind to expect he’ll shift into a wild animal any minute now.
But I know he’s holding back. And I don’t want him to.
“Don’t hold back,” I whisper before pulling him back into his mouth.
“Shit,” he breathes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll pinch you if I want you to stop.” I pull my gaze up to his, and he stares at me, deciding whether to believe me.
With a huff, his hands leave the silk tan sheets he was gripping, white-knuckled and rip my shirt in half, before I even know what’s going on.
“I want you naked while you choke on my cock,” he says, more to himself, while he works on getting me naked.
I guess ripping my clothes is a thing for him because not an item leaves unscathed. His eyes size me up, and my nipples pebble harder under his wicked gaze. Liquid pools between my legs as the pressure in my clit becomes painful. I get back down to my knees, staring at his cock while I wait for him to make a move.
