that was left was the fire of release. Building, hurtling me to
my peak.
"Come with me, baby," I breathed deeply, gripping her
tight, feeling her body clench. Her moan was suppressed, but it was
a shout of elation to my ears. It matched the one that clawed from
my throat as I came.
Fingers shaking, pulse racing, I unhooked the ball
gag and tossed it aside. It was the sign the scene was over and she
turned to me, dropping her head against my chest. Arms looped
around me and held me tight.
"I didn't even think the word red," she murmured. She
peered up at me, her eyes open and filled with a love I never
thought I'd find. "What we have? I never want it to stop."
CHAPTER SIX
Melissa
I wasn't sure how long we stayed wrapped up in each
other, but the city was nearly dark, the windows in the buildings
that lined the street twinkling in the night sky. This was my
bliss; his arms around me and his scent clinging to my skin. I
didn’t need anything but this.
My stomach begged to differ.
My hunger bellowed in the silence. His hold on me
slackened and I looked up at him, slightly mortified.
"Wow," he mouthed, eyes agape. "Was that me or
you?"
I elbowed him, laughing with something else entirely
consuming me. This playfulness, these tingles in my stomach, the
way my heart soared in my chest – this was a whole new world for
me. My laughter tapered off as he held my face in his hands. I
never knew that love was something that I could not only feel, but
something I could reach out and touch.
I hooked an arm around his neck and pulled him close,
lips pressed against his. Was there a part of him that wasn't
tantalizing? Even the sweetest kiss made me soaking wet, the memory
of him inside me making me arch into the embrace.
Screw food.
I was ready for round two.
He grabbed the hand that was snaking its way to his
cock. He pressed a kiss in my palm, his eyes hot with passion. "You
want more?"
"Oh yes."
He closed my hand, a smile teasing his lips. "Food
first, little sub."
I pouted, but I let him walk away. Mostly because the
sight of that man's chiseled behind was a devastatingly hot thing
to behold.
"What are you in the mood for?" he called from the
hallway. "I can arrange for some groceries, but I believe I have
the stuff for sandwiches. Or I can order in."
I pulled my t-shirt on, hopping after him as the
panties came next. "Not in the mood for anything in particular.
Sandwiches are fine."
I walked into the main area, eating up his muscular
chest as he filled a glass with water. He brought the glass to his
lips, and I felt a fluttering between my thighs. He glanced in my
direction, an eyebrow hitching. I dropped my head, kicking myself.
He was like the Submissive Whisperer. He knew what I was thinking
before I could even think it. And I was just broadcasting 'I'm
hungry, but the only thing in your kitchen I want is you.'
He filled a second cup with water then brought it to
me. It was hard to grip the glass when all I could think about was
how badly I wanted to grip him, but I managed. I guzzled the water,
trying futilely to snuff out the lust that raced inside me like
some wild, feral animal.
I traced the rim, avoiding eye contact. "I'm
sorry."
When he didn't follow up, I snapped my gaze to his.
He had that same inquisitive look he had on his face when we first
met. Trying to decipher my code.
"What are you apologizing for?"
"I know we're not in the bedroom, so the Dom and sub
stuff doesn't apply, but I..." I didn't finish, realizing that the
knot in the pit of my stomach wasn't hunger. It was dread. I'd felt
this before. Trying to be sexy for Jason, telling him how I desired
him, and I was met with him pushing me away. Telling me that not
everything had to cycle back to sex. And here I was, barely able to
think about anything other than Logan fucking me over the
counter.
"What we have, I know it's new and fresh and
everything is happening so quickly, but I want you to know that
this isn't just sex for me.