Black Light: Charmed (Black Light Series Book 15), page 11
“I’m warm!” she answered loudly, and he let the chuckle roll out as he dropped the belt and flipped her onto her back. Her eyes were sparkling, possibly with tears, and it made her look even hotter with the way her lips pouted.
“You sure?” he taunted. “I can get something a little more hardcore if you’d like. Maybe a dragon’s tail, or a cane?”
“I’d rather just have you.” Sitting up, she tried to reach for him, but he caught her wrists and pushed her back to the bed, pinning her.
“I’m not done with you yet.” Smiling down at her, he loved the way she arched off the bed, spreading her thighs for him, all desperate need… but he could push her further. “Stay still.”
“Logan,” she whined as he let go of her, standing up to take his shirt off. When she propped herself up on her elbows he stopped, snapping his fingers before he pointed at the bed.
“Down.”
Groaning, Cassandra dropped back, and he continued unbuttoning his shirt, reveling in the way her eyes followed every movement.
“Forget something?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, fighting her smile, and he debated whether her tone negated it as he tossed his shirt onto the chair then sent his undershirt after it.
“You’ve got such a mouth on you.”
“Then let me use it,” she offered, and this time when she sat up, he didn’t stop her. Cassandra shifted to her knees on the floor, and he had to admit that the real-life visual was infinitely better than the fantasy. Her honey brown eyes tilted up at him, the victorious little smirk on her lips as she freed his erection — it was perfect.
“This doesn’t get you out of all that sass,” he advised, biting back a groan as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked.
“We’ll see.” More sass just before her mouth closed around the head of his cock, and his breath caught. Watching her lips stretch as she teased him with her tongue was more than perfect, it was heaven. Every sinful sweep sent electric pulses rushing under his skin, and he let her take the lead for now, enjoying it. Her other hand moved up his thigh, teasing his balls before she cupped them and squeezed. The thrust toward the back of her throat was instinctive, but the sharp gag it earned had him grinning.
“Come on, you can take it,” he growled, cupping the side of her face to wrap his fingers at the back of her neck. Another shallow, testing thrust resulted in another soft gag, but Cassandra didn’t pull back. Instead, he felt the buzz of her moan run up the length of his cock, and he groaned and thrust harder, the warm, wet seal of her mouth dragging a low moan out of him as he eased into her throat.
Fuck.
A shiver rushed through him, and he slid back just enough to let her breathe before repeating it, pushing further, feeling the tight stroke of her throat working around him. Cassandra choked again, and he pulled out, leaning down to meet her tearstained gaze. Beautiful.
“You want more?” he asked, and she licked her lips before she nodded.
“Yes, sir.”
“Goddamn you’re perfect. Move back.” Guiding her until her back was braced against the bed, he slid his hand behind her neck again, forcing her to look up at him. “Three taps if you want me to stop. Got it?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, her breathing still fast, with that delicious hint of nervous panic in her eyes that had his dick throbbing.
“Good girl, open.”
As soon as she obeyed, he slid in, working slow for the first few strokes, teasing the back of her throat, testing, and then he tightened his grip on the back of her neck to warn her. The next rough thrust sent a rush up his spine, a spiral of lust that was only compounded by the sweet, desperate sounds she made when he pulled back to do it again. He tried to take his time, to pace himself, but when she didn’t tap out as she gagged again, he let go. Fucking her face, completely absorbed in the incredible feeling of her as she slurped and whined around his cock. When her hands gripped his thighs, he paused, barely able to stop from another thrust, but she didn’t push him away. Cassandra’s fingers just dug in, a garbled sound coming from her that he was sure would have been something smartass if she’d been able to talk.
Little brat.
Closing his eyes, he returned to the deep thrusts, taking her throat until the friction of her tongue and the feeling of her swallowing around the head of his dick forced him to pull back. He almost stumbled, wavering on his feet as he kicked his pants off and pointed at the bed.
“Get up. Now,” he growled, and she scrambled to obey. Seeing her move, still in her goddamn underwear, with the tears on her cheeks and her mouth shiny, had him teetering on the edge of playing much rougher than he wanted to on her first night in his house. “Bra off.”
Cassandra sat up to unclasp it, and through some miracle he managed to wait for her to toss it off the bed before he ripped her underwear down her thighs, forcing her back onto the bed as she slid toward him. Pushing her legs apart he leaned forward to taste her, dragging his tongue through her folds as she whined and bucked her hips against his hold.
“Be still,” he snapped, swatting her side, but she kept wiggling as he returned to licking her, focusing on her clit until the moan she released changed into a desperate little screech.
“Logan! Please!” It was the begging that stopped him, the raw need in her voice, and he felt it too. Climbing onto the bed, he shoved her thighs farther apart and captured her mouth in a fierce kiss as he lined up, but just as his cock brushed through the wet mess between her thighs, he yanked himself back.
“Fuck!”
Condom, goddamn fucking condom. Idiot!
Turning, he ripped open the drawer beside him and growled as he slammed it shut. Stomping around the end of the bed he hauled open the other one and ended up grabbing three in his haste. Dropping the other two to the bed, he tore the foil open and snapped his fingers.
“Come here,” he growled, impatient as she shifted, and he met her halfway across the bed. Logan dragged her under him as he spread her thighs again.
“You didn’t need to—”
“We can talk about that in the morning,” he cut her off, lining up again to press against her. “Right now, I just want to hear you come.”
He didn’t have the patience to tease her anymore, he thrust deep on the first stroke of his hips, and Cassandra arched, her mouth open in a silent cry that he wanted to memorize. There was no waiting, and he fucked her hard, lifting himself up so he could reach between them and rub her clit.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she whined, writhing under him, squeezing his cock inside her as he dragged her back to the edge and forced her over it. Her cry was loud, completely uninhibited, and so fucking sexy as her body clenched him in delirious waves that tested him to his limits.
“Again,” he demanded, and she bit down on her lip, eyes clenched tight as he rocked her against the bedding with every hard thrust. The electric buzz of pleasure wasn’t something he could ignore. Being in her mouth had worn down all his self-control, but there was no way in hell he was coming before he felt her come again. “One more time. Come for me, Cassandra.”
He focused on her clit, entranced by the way her brows pulled together in a false mask of pain as she fisted the covers on either side of her. She whined, babbling something under her breath as her hips lifted to meet every surge of his own, and then she went tense under him, gripping his cock tight in her heat, and she came with a shout.
“God! Logan!” she cried, and he braced his elbows beside her to drive in, thrusting hard, but he was lost already. The world went bright as fire shot down his spine, leaving cataclysmic ecstasy in its wake as he held himself deep and groaned, coming hard.
For a moment all he could hear was his own breathing, his ears buzzing, and then he felt her arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss that he accepted gladly. They were both hot, sticky with sweat, but he didn’t care as he pressed her into the bed. A shiver rolled through her muscles, and she squeezed him again, dragging a buzzing groan from him.
Too much.
“Fuck, you are amazing,” he breathed as he pulled out, grinning when she whined at him and tried to bring him back. “One second.”
Ripping the condom off, he debated getting up to walk to the bathroom, but he wasn’t completely sure his legs would hold him, so he dropped it off the side and decided he’d deal with it in the morning. Turning back to grab her, they managed to find their way under the covers, her curled against his front, and then she wiggled.
“What is it?” he asked, and she sighed.
“Nothing.”
Leaning back, he grabbed a palmful of her ass and squeezed hard before he spanked her. “Want to try that again?”
“It’s not like we can fix it, so—”
“Answer me,” he demanded.
“Fine. I don’t have anything to wrap my hair up for bed, so it’s going to be a wreck in the morning and I’m going to be rubbing my face and yours in all the oils.” She sighed and he could practically hear her rolling her eyes. “Like I said, nothing we can fix.”
It took him a second in his orgasm-rattled brain to process what she was saying and then he sat up and climbed out of bed. Grabbing the condom from the floor, he swung by the bathroom to toss it in the trash before heading to his closet to flip the light on.
“Logan, just come back to bed,” she called, but he kept searching until he grabbed what he was looking for and returned.
“Will either of these scarves work? This one is cashmere. This one is silk.” He held them out and Cassandra sat up in bed with an odd look on her face.
“Seriously?”
He tried to think back to what she’d worn the night after Black Light, his mind spinning to think of what was different other than the colorful pattern. “What kind of fabric do you need?”
“Logan, you are… fantastic.” She crawled over to him, sitting up on her knees to catch his face in her hands. “Thank you.”
The kiss wasn’t fevered and intense like their earlier ones. No, this one was softer, deeper, powerful in a completely different way. He leaned into it, wrapping his arms around her back as she took her time tasting his lips and tongue, occasionally tracing her teeth over his lower lip before returning for more. Then she hugged him, her face buried in the crook of his neck, and all he could do was hold her.
“Did I do something right, or something stupid?” he asked quietly, and she laughed softly, pressing another kiss to his shoulder.
“You did something very right.” Sitting back on her heels, she held out her hand with a smile. “Can I have the silk scarf?”
“Of course,” he answered, handing it over to her. As he went back to the closet to return the other one and turn off the light, he spoke over his shoulder. “Just tell me what you need, and I’ll get it.”
“You don’t need to do that,” she said, and he stared at her from the doorway of the closet as she pushed her curls on top of her head and started to wrap them.
“Since I absolutely plan on fucking you here again, I consider it a smart investment.” Searching the floor, he found his pants and dug out his phone to set his alarm. “Do you have anything going on tomorrow?”
Cassandra glanced over, still giving him an absolutely delicious visual as she knelt on his bed. “My schedule is clear tomorrow. You?”
“I have a mid-day meeting I can’t skip, but that gives us the morning together.” Plugging his phone in, he sat down on the edge of the bed to watch her. “You know I’m going to make you give me that list of what you need here, don’t you?”
She laughed to herself as she tucked the scarf in place, shaking her head. “There you go, being an asshole and a gentleman at the same time.”
“That didn’t sound like a ‘yes, sir’ to me,” he replied, pulling her back down to the bed before he yanked the covers over them.
“Yes, sir,” she answered with a sarcastic sigh, settling against him, and he wrapped his arm around her to pull her tight to his chest.
“I knew you’d see it my way.” Grinning, he placed a kiss on her shoulder before he settled in.
“Asshole,” she muttered under her breath, but he heard the smile in her voice as she got comfortable, and he let the comment slide. Mostly because he was tired, but also because it was true. He’d never been one to back down once he had his mind set on something, and tonight had only confirmed what he’d been thinking for days.
He didn’t just want to have fun with Cassandra Moreira, he wanted her. He wanted this. Her in his arms, sleeping in his bed, making him laugh at dinner, squealing with joy as he spun her on the dancefloor, and whimpering and crying and coming underneath him.
In fact… he was pretty sure he’d never wanted anything more.
Chapter 14
Cassandra
She woke to an empty bed, reaching blindly for him before sitting up to search the room.
“Logan?” she called out, shifting to the edge of the mattress as she recognized the soft sound of music coming from somewhere in the house. Getting up, she found her dress and purse laid out on a big chair, underwear and bra on top, with her heels tucked under it.
How long have you been up, Logan?
Digging out her phone, she woke it up to find that it was just after 8:30 in the morning. He was an early bird, apparently, and the thought made her smile as she tucked her phone back into her purse and got dressed. Wandering into the bathroom to see if her hair was salvageable, she found it frizzy as hell, but not as bad as she’d expected for not brushing it.
Leaving the scarf on the counter, she couldn’t help but smile to herself as she remembered how thoughtful he’d been. Plenty of guys had never cared one way or another, but he hadn’t just cared… he’d done what he could to help. Even though he was bossy about it.
An asshole and a gentleman for sure.
Cassandra grabbed her purse and followed the music out of his bedroom and toward the stairs. In the daylight, it was easier to see the house. The top floor was all tastefully decorated, minimalistic, and when she headed downstairs into the huge living room she found more of the same. Beautifully designed, but no pictures, no souvenirs, nothing personal — and no Christmas decorations. Not even a tree.
It almost looked staged. Like it could be for sale tomorrow.
Turning another corner, she found Logan sitting at the island in the kitchen with the music pouring out of a tiny speaker in front of him. He was already dressed in a suit with his jacket draped over the chair beside him, staring at his laptop with a coffee cup at his side. The morning sun poured in through all the windows, turning his hair into a golden halo as he smiled at her. “Hey, did the music wake you?”
“I don’t think so, but I like it,” she answered, moving to the edge of the island to lean on it. She’d been listening to the music as she’d wandered, a mix of different indie songs, some darker and closer to rock, others softer. This one was more instrumental, but he reached over to the little dark blue speaker to turn it down anyway.
“How did you sleep?”
“Very well,” she replied, grinning. “Did you have trouble, or are you always up this early?”
“I woke up at seven, which is pretty late for me.”
“Oh,” she said with a laugh. “If I don’t have to be up for a call, I’m happy to sleep in. I’ve always been more of a night owl.”
“I wish I could sleep in. Too many years of being told not to waste the day, get up with the sun, all that.” He shrugged, getting up to move toward the coffee pot. “Want coffee?”
“Sure.” Glancing around the kitchen, she went to the fridge and opened it to find it relatively empty. Some glass containers were stacked on the shelves, and she slid one out. The top of it had a label with his last name on it and ‘Mediterranean chicken and couscous with seasonal vegetables.’ Looking at a few more of the containers she saw they were all prepared, ready-to-eat meals by the same person. “Who is Chef Russo?”
“Oh, that’s a meal service I pay for. Chef Russo does catering and meal plans for one of my VPs, and he got me hooked last year,” he answered. “It makes dinner easy.”
“I see.” Tucking the glass container back in its stack, she was amazed by how barren the rest of his fridge was. It barely looked like it’d been used at all. “Are any of these breakfast?”
“Shit. No.” Walking over to her with a cup of coffee, he pointed to the half-and-half sitting lonely in the door. “Are you hungry?”
“Well, yeah… do you not eat breakfast?” she asked, grinning as she took the cup of coffee from him to set it on the island so she could make it the way she liked.
“Not usually. I just grab a protein shake and about a gallon of coffee.” Shrugging apologetically, he turned to look around his kitchen. “You can have any of the meals, or we can go out and get something.”
Laughing, she shook her head and took a sip of the coffee. Bitter, blech. “It’s fine. I can eat later.”
“I don’t want you to be hungry. Maybe I can have something delivered? Let me—”
“Logan, it’s fine,” she said, cutting him off as she stepped closer to give him a quick kiss. “Anyway, you promised me a tour of this massive place.”
“If you’re sure.” Stealing another kiss, he moved back to his laptop. “Just let me finish this email,” he added, typing while she walked over to the little container of sugar beside the coffee, grateful he at least had that.
Taking a much more satisfying sip, she set down her purse and leaned back against the counter to watch him. He was clearly focused, but not stressed. This wasn’t some emergency situation he’d got out of bed to handle… it was just his normal routine.
The life of a CEO?
When he finally closed the laptop, he flashed a smile at her. “Ready?”
“I am! I want the grand tour.” Raising her coffee cup, she moved toward the doorway. “Come on, show me around your mansion.”
