Linger by Lauren Jameson Page A

into an inferno in the pit of her belly as she rocked her hips down against him.
    â€œMistress.” Logan’s voice was hoarse. He looked up at her, caught her stare with his own, and Scarlett felt a shudder rack her body as something inside of her recognized something inside of him.
    If this was all she was going to have, she didn’t want to hold back. Burying her face in his neck, she urged him onward with lightning-fast movements of her hips.
    He pulled at the chains that held his arms behind him, then leaned back and set a harsh pace with his hips. She found herself wishing that she hadn’t chained him, but there was no time, no time, no time, and then she was rocking back against him, meeting his every brutal thrust with a rock of her hips, stoking the flame.
    The room was silent apart from their heavy breaths and the slap of their flesh as the blaze turned to wildfire. His cock touched an extra-sensitive spot inside her. Scarlett couldn’t take her eyes from his as her climax whipped through her, and he watched her every movement greedily.
    Only once she was done shuddering did he redouble his efforts, his movements designed solely to reach his ownpleasure. Then he pushed into her hard, his mouth open in a silent shout as he came.
    Their gazes held as they rode out his pleasure, the connection between pulling tight.
    Trembling, Scarlett dipped her head, pressed a kiss to Logan’s sweaty forehead without thinking, licked her lips over the salt his skin left on her mouth.
    That was . . . That was . . .
    She didn’t have a word for what she felt. She especially didn’t have any words for the fact that she wanted to stay just as she was for hours, days, weeks.
    â€œMistress . . .” Logan whispered against her neck, burrowing his head in. Nestled together like this, it just felt . . . right.
    It was terrifying. She couldn’t delude herself . . . At the end of the day, she knew what she wanted—a forever relationship, a family.
    She’d approached Logan, yes, but she hadn’t anticipated how very real this would all be. She couldn’t pursue anything with him when she was about to leave town.
    And yet the idea of leaving him was terrifying.
    Silently, she climbed off his lap, coaxed her hands not to tremble as she pulled the used latex off of his cock. She felt his intense stare following her as she disposed of both condoms they had used, washed her hands, then returned with a clean, damp cloth and a bottle of water.
    She kept her eyes focused on her tasks as she wiped him down, unhooked the chain from his wrists, massaged his hands to encourage the blood flow. Cracking the lid off the bottle of water, she handed it to him, waited for him to drink.
    â€œThank you.” Logan’s eyes met hers over the edge of the plastic bottle as he drank. A sudden sorrow whipped through Scarlett, like a keen blow from an emotional flogger as he waited quietly for her to do something, she knew, or say something.
    She couldn’t be a coward. This scene was her responsibility. But she weighed her words carefully as she slowly retrieved her lace panties, then her skirt, and shielded herself with her clothing.
    Turning back to Logan, she watched quietly as he stood, drained half the bottle of water, then offered the rest to her by tilting it in her direction.
    â€œI won’t see you again, will I?” he asked when she refused, the shaking of her head almost frantic. He didn’t look any happier than Scarlett felt, but the resignation in his eyes told her that he’d accepted it.
    â€œNo.” Reluctantly, Scarlett shook her head, chastising herself as she did. Being this upset was ridiculous. Yes, the sex had been mind-blowing, but she’d met this man only tonight. She was
not
about to turn her life, her plans, inside out for a man. It might hurt now, but in a few days she would be fine.
    â€œYou’ve pleased me