Page 15 of Billionaire Bachelor
I nod in agreement, not trusting my voice to get the words out.
Logan’s hands move to my jaw, fingers tracing the contours of my face. I run my hands through his hair, feeling its softness under my touch.
“You feel so fucking good, Pip. So fuckingright.”
“You, too,” I pant.
There’s a wild hunger in his eyes—a raw, burning desire I’m sure is reflected in mine. But Logan’s carries a gentleness within, a promise that I’ll always be safe with him.
“If you want to hit the brakes, or if I do anything you don’t like,you tell me right away, okay? I mean it, Rosie. You’re in the driver’s seat here. Always.”
“Okay,” I agree, although in this moment, I can’t imagine anything he could do that would be unwanted, unless it was stopping altogether.
My hands roam his body, feeling the hard muscles he’s worked so hard to achieve. I trace the ink trailing down his right arm, dipping beneath the water until I reach his hand. Never breaking eye contact, I bring that hand over to my needy core, pressing it against me. Logan groans while I gasp, his cock jerking in response as the tip of his middle finger dips inside of me, the thin Lycra still between us.
Logan’s hips buck upward, grinding his erection against me. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this.” His lips find my neck, trailing kisses over to the sensitive spot behind my ear, causing me to tremble in his arms. “How many times I’ve jerked off, imagining your hands, your mouth, your pretty, wet cunt gripping me instead.”
“Sweet baby Jesus, that’s hot,” I pant.
He gives me a crooked grin. “You like it when I talk dirty, Rosie?”
I nod enthusiastically, adding a totally unnecessary “Uh-huh. A lot. Like,a lot, a lot.”
His grin widens as he slowly reaches behind my neck with his free hand, pulling the tie of my bikini loose. Before releasing the strings, Logan’s eyes meet mine, silently asking for permission. When I give him a subtle nod, the black triangles that were covering my breasts fall.
His eyes widen when he notices my piercings. “So fucking sexy.” Logan’s finger traces a circle around my right nipple, lightly brushing against the small barbell. “When did you do this?”
I gasp as he rolls the jewelry between his thumb and forefinger before sealing his mouth around my other nipple, grazing his teeth over that barbell.
“On my twenty-first birthday. You could say I had a little too much to drink, and I was feeling adventurous.”
He releases me with a pop, simultaneously pulling the second tie free. My bikini top floats along the bubbly surface as he says, “You want me to tell you what I plan on doing with these beautiful tits?”
“Yes, please,” I beg.
His eyes darken with desire as they drop back down to my chest. My piercings have been a confidence booster from day one, but I’ve never been happier to have them than I am now. There’s no doubt Logan appreciates them, which makes me preen with satisfaction.
“I’m going to wrap my lips around these perky nipples and suck until they’re swollen. And then, I’m going to pinch them between my fingers until you squirm, straddling the line between pleasure and pain.” His fingers graze my nipple right before he palms my breast, bringing it to his mouth again. His tongue darts out in a torturous tease, tracing circles around the pointed tip, flicking the barbell.
I arch my back, moaning in delight as Logan delivers on his promise. I don’t know what kind of voodoo he’s wielding right now, but there’s no denying the pressure building inside of me, and he’s barely touched me.
Logan pulls away from my breasts, licking a trail up the side of my neck as he pulls the ties at my hips free. As the jets carry away the flimsy material, he palms my ass. “God, this ass, Rosie. I’ve been waiting a lifetime to get my hands on it.”
“Oh, yeah?” I moan as he slides a finger down my crack, pressing against the tight hole.
“Has anyone ever fucked you here, baby?” Logan pulls my cheeks apart slightly, waiting for my answer.
“No,” I answer.
Swear to god, the man growls. “I can’t wait to be the first.”
“So presumptuous,” I tease because I just can’t help myself. This jealous, possessive vibe he’s giving off? Yeah, I’msointoit. But I’m still me, and needling him is practically a reflex. “What makes you think I’ll let you?”
Logan shifts back, looking me directly in the eye. “Because once I make you come so many times you’ve lost count, you’ll bebegging meto take your ass, too. You’ll want meeverywhere, Pip. I guaran-fucking-tee it.”
Holy hell, I could get used to this. I never knew I could be so aroused by filthy words, but apparently, I’ve just never heard anyone do it right before.
“Speaking offeeling you…” I reach below the water, but Logan clamps a hand on my wrist before I can reach my target.
