Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Amber
W e don’t even make it two steps inside Logan’s penthouse suite before our mouths are back on each other, kissing hard as I get pushed up against the wall.
I moan on his tongue as I grip his big bicep, holding on for dear life.
His hands are everywhere like he can’t help himself—gripping my waist, sliding down to cup my ass, curling around the back of my neck like he owns me. I whimper into his mouth and he groans, deep and rough, sending a shiver all the way down to my toes.
He’s all heat and muscle and need. Every inch of him is hard—his chest, his arms, his firm thick cock pressing into my stomach like it’s desperately trying to find a way to get to me through all these layers of clothing.
I can’t get enough of any of it.
Of his hot mouth, of his powerful hands, of the sensual way he growls when I tug at his hair.
Of the way he kisses me like he’s been starving for this. Starving for me .
He’s so fucking hot.
I’ve never been kissed like this before. Never felt this level of passion. It’s like I’m a drug he’s been craving and he’s finally getting his first real hit.
When I roll my hips into him and feel just how hard he is, he breaks away with a curse under his breath.
“Hold on,” he mutters, breathing hard as he steps back.
I stand there, stunned and flustered and about two seconds away from combusting as he hurries to the fireplace and flicks it on. An orange glow lights him up and if I didn’t think Mr. Logan Strickland could be any sexier, I was dead wrong.
I lean against the wall, trying to catch my breath with my thighs clenched tight because my core is throbbing. It’s pulsing . Everything down there is aching for him.
He hurries to the control panel on the wall and hits another few buttons. The lights turn on—a soft, sexy, golden glow.
Oh.
Okay.
This is much better. When you’re with a man as sexy as Logan, you want to see what you’re working with. You want to admire every detail.
I tear my eyes off him to quickly scan the room. I’m in the dragon’s lair and I want to take it all in. I’ve been so curious to know everything about this mysterious man and I’ve been wondering what his place looked like. It’s even more luxurious than I imagined.
It’s spectacular… and so him .
Huge windows overlook the city skyline, glittering lights stretching for miles.
The furniture is dark and sleek, but still comfortable, like something out of a billionaire bachelor pad fantasy.
The fireplace crackles softly beneath a giant abstract painting, and the kitchen— holy crap —is nicer than any kitchen I’ve seen on any of those celebrity mansion walk-through videos or in any fancy magazines.
Sub-zero fridge, funky retro-looking oven, quartz countertops, and a matching wine fridge built into the wall which must have at least two hundred bottles in it.
This is nothing like my tiny place back home with the overgrown plants, cracked kitchen tiles, and squeaky cabinets.
But somehow, it already feels like home.
I can picture myself here.
Waking up to this view. Cooking in that kitchen. Cuddled up on that huge couch with a certain grumpy CEO wrapped around me like a weighted blanket.
I wouldn’t mind that at all. My body pulses harder at the thought.
I’d miss the stray cats that come and visit, but something tells me Logan Strickland would be perfectly happy curling up in their place—and hissing at anyone else who got too close.
With the room ready for loving, my hot crush turns and wrecks me with the world’s most heated gaze.
I swallow hard as he struts over, as smooth and sleek as a prowling panther. God, this man is going to devour me whole, and I’m going to relish every second of it.
He looks so good. Too good. His black shirt sleeves are rolled up, forearms flexing. Hair tousled. Eyes hot as sin. He looks like a man who’s two seconds away from pinning me to the nearest surface and ruining me for life.
Yes, please. I’m fully on board for that .
I’m up for whatever those dark simmering eyes have planned…
“I’ve been wanting to do this since the second I laid eyes on you,” he says in that low, gravelly voice that makes my knees weak. “You walked into my office and turned my whole damn world upside down.”
I bite my lip while my heart pounds. “I want it too. I want you.”
His mouth crashes down on mine and I melt into him, arms winding around his neck, hands running over his broad shoulders. His needy possessive hands grip my waist, then my ribs, and then they slowly slide up to cup my breasts over my sundress.
I whimper when his thumbs brush my nipples through the fabric. I’m so sensitive, so ready for him. They’re tingling like never before.
He pulls down one strap. Then the other.
I moan as my dress falls to my waist. He takes a long hard look at my breasts spilling out of my bra and then leans down to put his mouth on me. I drop my head back when I feel his hot lips kissing my collarbone and my shoulder, making my whole body light up like the Fourth of July.
He unhooks my bra and slowly pulls it off as I sink my hands back into his hair, holding his mouth against my burning skin.
My breasts tumble free, and he growls—actually growls—as he cups them in his big hands.
“So fucking perfect,” he mutters as he stares down at them. I wonder if he can see my heart thundering in my chest. It’s pounding like never before.
“ Oh ,” I gasp as his hot mouth closes over one nipple, sucking and licking while he palms my other breast. My head drops back with a moan, fingers fisting and pulling his thick hair.
Holy shit, I love New York.
He switches to the other breast, and I arch my back, pushing my breasts against his hot, perfect mouth and blissful tongue.
I slide my tingling hand down, needing to touch him, to feel him. I want to know if he’s as turned on as I am. The moment I touch the long thick cock straining in his pants, he groans—and just like that, I have my answer.
I add some pressure, pushing against his erection with my palm and he hisses on my bare breast like the intensity is too much.
I’m not sure if I’m doing it right, so I pull my hand away.
“ No ,” he growls, grabbing my wrist with a steel grip. He puts my hand right back onto his cock. “ Please don’t stop.”
I’d smile if I wasn’t so turned on as I start stroking him over his pants, wondering if it’s as big and long as it feels, and wondering how that can possibly be the case.
He groans right onto my bare chest, his hot breath teasing my hard nipple. Now, I have this man shaken. I’m making his knees go weak.
With my mouth watering, I lower my eyes.
I want to see him.
I want to taste him.
I drop down to my knees, heart racing, hands working his belt.
“Goddamn,” he hisses, dropping his head back while he grabs a fistful of his hair.
His eyes quickly drop back down as I yank out his belt and pull down his zipper like he doesn’t want to miss a second of the erotic show I’m about to give him.
I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe I’m about to do this.
But with no hesitation, I pull down his pants and reach into his boxer briefs, wrapping my eager hand around his big thick cock.
He hisses when I pull it out.
“ Whoa ,” I whisper as it springs up in front of my face.
With my tongue aching to taste him, I hold him in my hand to admire every long powerful inch.
He’s so hard. So beautiful. This cock is breathtaking.
Literally.
I can’t breathe as I stare at it in awe.
It’s huge. So huge.
Long, veiny, and thick enough that my fingers don’t come close to touching around it. And the head—God, the beautiful head—is swollen and slick, flushed a deep shade of pink that makes something flutter low in my belly.
A drop of precum swells at the tip, then spills over, sliding down the ridge and catching on one of the thick, raised veins trailing his shaft. Another drop follows, dripping hot onto my knuckles.
He’s gorgeous. Every inch of him.
His big masculine balls hang below, tight and full, swaying with every heavy breath he takes like they’re seconds away from releasing all that heat. For me . Into me.
I shiver with the tempting thought.
He’s so hard it looks painful. So thick it makes my mouth water. So perfect I feel it in my toes.
And the way he’s looking at me—like I’m his next breath, like I’m the reason he’s straining like that—has me aching all over.
“Fuck, Amber,” he grits out, his voice hoarse as his back hits the wall. “You’re gonna kill me, girl.”
I squeeze my hand and start stroking—once, twice—watching his sexy jaw clench. Three times and then I lean forward and lick a drop of precum off the tip.
His whole body shudders.
“You’re so big,” I whisper. “So hot…”
“You’re the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he growls.
“Can you take off your shirt?” I moan. I want to see his chest and abs and those delicious arms. I’ve been dreaming about that torso for days .
He doesn’t hesitate. He undoes two buttons, but it’s taking too long, so he just yanks his shirt open, sending the rest of them scattering down the hall.
I suck in a breath when I see his perfectly sculpted abs in front of me. That massive chest… Those shoulders… Those arms… Fuck, I don’t know where to look.
I slide my hand up his abs, feeling the deep ridges on my palm and on my tingling fingertips until he squeezes his eyes shut and groans like I’m causing him pain by getting distracted from the task at hand.
I realize he needs a release as badly as I do, so I bring all of my focus back onto his big throbbing cock.
And I slowly put it in my mouth.
We both moan as I slide him between my lips, his girth stretching my jaw out to the point where it’s aching. But I fight through the pain, for him, for me, and because I couldn’t stop if I tried.
It’s all so good. So erotic.
The taste. The heat. The weight of him on my tongue—it’s all so much. I moan around him as I start to move my mouth back and forth, licking and sucking, and exploring every inch.
He watches me with that desperate look gleaming in his sexy eyes. They’re brimming with a dark, possessive hunger that says I belong to him now. I fully agree.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he groans, gripping my hair but not hard enough to hurt me. Just enough to let me know I’m his . “You have your hooks in me, girl. I’m a little obsessed with you.”
Just a little… I think I can remedy that.
After this, he’ll be one hundred percent, completely obsessed. Just the way I want it. Just the way I am with him.
I start working my mouth up and down his shaft, using my tongue to coat every hard inch. I go slow at first, trying to figure him out, letting his guttural sounds guide me—those deep, wrecked groans, the sharp hisses of breath, the dominant growls.
And the desperate whispers of my name. I love that the most. Hearing him say ‘Amber’ like I’m making him lose control.
My pussy aches as I push him in deeper, his muscular thighs tensing under my hands.
I want to make him cum. I want to feel him lose control because of me .
I want to taste him. All of him.
When he gets close, I stroke and suck and do whatever I can to push him over the edge.
“Fuck, Amber,” he hisses through gritted teeth as he’s about to erupt.
His grip on my hair tightens as he throws his head back, thrusts his hips, and lets out the sexiest growl I’ve ever heard. My pussy pulses as he cums in my mouth, filling it with hot delicious cum.
I moan as I swallow him down, feeling the heat warming my chest as I keep him in my mouth as long as he’ll let me.
But before I can catch my breath, he hauls me to my feet like a crazed man, lifting me like I weigh nothing. I don’t even know what’s happening as he carries me across the room and then drops me onto the couch.
Oh. This.
He drops to his knees in front of me as he grabs my knees and spreads my legs open.
My pussy aches as he lifts my dress up, exposing my damp underwear. That look in his eyes… fucking hell, I might cum from that alone.
“ Oh ,” I gasp as he leans down and kisses my pussy over my panties. It sends a quaking shiver rippling through my body.
“You’re mine,” he growls, looking up at me as he grabs my underwear on both sides of my hips.
“I know,” I whimper. “I always have been.”
He yanks my panties down and tosses them aside, spreading me open like a gift.
My breath catches in my throat as I watch him looking at my most intimate area for the first time.
Lust fills his dark sexy eyes. But it’s not just lust. It’s awe. It’s reverence. It’s thick unyielding need .
I always thought I would be shy when a man finally looked at me like this, but I’m not shy. I’m turned on. So turned on. I want him to look. I want him to see.
He runs his hand down his face, looking at my bare pussy like he’s never seen anything so intimate. So perfect. So his .
Then he lowers his mouth…
And I break apart.
“ Fuck! ” I scream, grabbing his hair, my thighs locked around his head, as his hot perfect mouth touches me down there for the first time.
It’s pure bliss. It’s mind-shattering. It’s all-consuming.
I hold my breath as I feel his hot tongue sliding up and down me, in me, over me. My legs start shaking. I cry for more.
His tongue brings me higher and higher until there’s nowhere to go but down.
“ Logan ,” I scream as he brings me to new heights I never knew were possible. “ Fuck! ”
He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t answer.
He just keeps licking and sucking and devouring me whole.