Indestructible
Page 22“I can handle him. The question is…can you handle me?” My brows rose suggestively.
His thumb traced my bottom lip. “I’m not always so sure of that,” he confessed, his voice low.
I pushed against his chest and my eyes lit, demanding he sit. He obliged quickly. His tongue darted out, running over his lips, moistening them for my kiss that fell instead to his chin. The stubble there awakened my need for him.
“So, what were you up to before I came in?” I asked, bent down. My mouth ran down his jaw and began kissing his neck.
“Nothing important,” he replied. His hands reached out to pull me onto his lap. I stepped back, out of reach.
“You sure about that?” I asked, swaying my hips as I sauntered back to his door and turned the lock. When I peered back at him, his eyes were blazing.
“Positive.”
I bit my lip and undid the top button of my coat, then the next.
“What about the girl in here?” I prompted.
“Who?” he asked, his eyes drinking me in. With another open button, he was lost to my actions. “You’re gorgeous. Come here,” he demanded.
I shook my head, smiling coyly. “Not yet. First tell me what she was doing in here.”
He blinked away his lust and stared at me, bemused. “What girl? Nobody’s been in here all day besides a couple couriers.”
“Couriers?” Mackenzie wasn’t his employee. I felt the urge to break out in a happy dance, but instead undid the last button and let my coat fall to the floor. My hands moved to the hem of my sweater.
“Yeah, some papers were delivered. I was on the phone putting together a meeting. Didn’t have time to pay attention, just signed off on them. Why?”
“Call me curious,” I said in my best seductive voice.
“I’ll call you whatever you like, just bring that gorgeous ass over here.”
“I have none where you’re concerned.”
I strolled back to him, stopping between his parted legs. When he reached for me, I stepped back again.
“No touching.”
He frowned. “I don’t think that’s possible. You’re too luscious.”
“Then I’ll have to do something about that.”
His smile grew, and I knew he was intrigued. I pulled at his tie to loosen it, then slid it free. “Hands at your sides, or I’ll restrain them.”
His lip twitched. “Restrain me? Hm, that might not be so bad.” He leaned back, getting comfortable. “Do your worst.”
I placed the tie around my own neck, then dropped to my knees. “So, that last courier…did she do this to you?” His confusion at my question faded when I untucked his shirt and placed a wet kiss over his tight abs.
“No, nothing like that.” His voice was thick and husky.
“Mmm. What about this?” I took his belt in my hands and opened it slowly, popping his fly with ease while my tongue ran down his happy trail.
“Ah, Christ…no, no, only you.”
I smiled. “Good. Then that means she never had her hands in here?” I slid his zipper down, reached inside, and gripped my hand tightly around his cock.
“Never…ohhh…” He was panting, his head dipped back in pleasure as the pad of my finger caressed the tip of his head.
He raised his hips when I tugged at his pants and pulled them down just enough to free him. Shooting him a playful, crooked grin, I leaned down and pressed a kiss at the base.
“Only me?” My tongue ran down his shaft, and I noticed his hands clutching the arms of his chair. He was losing the battle of keeping his hands to himself, and it was obvious it was one hell of a fight.
“Good.” I took him in my mouth fully, bobbing my head up and down, swirling my tongue. His groans filled the room, encouraging me to let go of any last inhibitions and show him just how crazy I was for him.
“I can’t… Cassandra…yes…I’m going to…”
His hands flew out and fingers threaded through my hair; the battle was lost from his end. I continued harder and faster, and with another grunt, he let go.
Chapter Nine
Performance
Logan dragged me up onto his lap and covered my lips with his. “I adore that hot mouth of yours.”
“Mmm, ditto.” My voice was silky and smooth. Every bit of woman I had hidden within me was raw on the surface.
“Now before you seduce me any further, my little vixen, tell me…” He tilted my chin up so my eyes met his inquisitive stare. “Why the questions about the couriers?”
“Nothing. Like I said, just curious.” I was too relaxed to think about the she-devil run in.
“Try again.”
Uh oh. The last thing I wanted was for him to think I was insecure in our relationship. I wasn’t—not after all we’d been through.
I gazed past him, my eyes trained on the brick wall covered in paintings behind him. I wondered how many were his. “You look good in this office,” I said. “It suits you.”
His fingers stroked my knee delicately. “You look good in here with me, but don’t try to change the subject.” He cupped my cheeks gently, forcing me to acknowledge any fear I might have left over from Mark. “You were jealous? Worried?”
“No!” I pulled back, my hands bracing my body on the arms of the chair. Logan was not Mark, and that little reminder ignited my spirit. “You’re lucky to have me. Doubt you’d find anyone better in this town.”
My feet hit the ground, but Logan swooped me back into his arms.
“What can I say? My boyfriend brings it out in me. He just goes on and on about how perfect I am. It was bound to go to my head eventually.”
“He sounds like a smart man.” His eyes brightened.
“He has his moments…and what he lacks he makes up for with his deliciously perfect kiss.”
“You don’t say.” Our noses brushed.
“Mm-hmm. Every single night I spend dreaming of his smooth lips running all…” I bent forward and kissed the side of his temple. “…over…” I placed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, then slid to his ear and purred, “…me.”
His eyes sizzled. “Perhaps I could try, just this once.”
“I should also mention he’s pretty possessive and strong. I’d hate to see you get your ass kicked.”
Logan released a full, hearty laugh, then curved his hands behind my neck. “It’d be worth it. I’d take a thousand beatings to spend the next hour with you.”
“I like the sound of that.” I wiggled on his lap.
There was a short beep, followed instantly by his secretary’s voice.
“Mr. West? Sorry to interrupt, but it’s a quarter till noon and you asked that I remind you of your meeting.”
He released a breath of annoyance. It filled me with joy to see how much he wanted me.
“Seems that hour with you will have to wait until tonight,” he said with a frown, leaning forward and pressing the intercom. “Thank you, Laura.”
I rested back in his arms, nuzzling his neck. “Shame. I guess that means you can’t join me for lunch?”