Page 5 of The Mistaken Bet

My stomach flipped as he laid a delicate kiss to the knuckles on my hand.

The sincerity in his voice was so confusing. Suddenly, he had me questioning my motives. But subconsciously, I knew he had a game plan in place, and if I hadn’t overheard his conversation earlier, I would have certainly been caught in his web. I knew his true intentions, though.

“Logan.” My fingers stroked, tracing along his jawline, whilst our knees touched together edging closer until we were just a whisper apart.

“Kara, can I kiss you?” His breath was heady and fast as if he was struggling to restrain himself, but I knew I couldn’t wait. He had asked, and I was going to take it.

My mouth smashed against his lips; the delicate kiss I had planned long forgotten. I forced every sparked emotion into the embrace. The angered resentment I’d felt drained away leaving me caught up in the passion and my attraction to this gorgeous man. As I pushed, Logan gave back twice as much, matching every move I made. My tongue darted forward and demanded entry, requiring the next level of momentum between us, even though we were stuck in a club. At this rate, I knew we wouldn’t be for much longer.

Our breaths were heavy as we both attempted to steady our heartbeats from the erratic rhythm they were currently working at. I took one look at Logan and his glistening eyes stared back at me—his vision fixated on me as if he was figuring out an important question.

“Logan, are you alright?”

His nodded head was all the acknowledgement I required, and realising I had to take charge, I said, “Do you want to go now?” With my hand held out, I linked my fingers into his, downing the remaining liquid in my glass of scotch and heading back up those fateful stairs. One look to my side, I saw a man battling with his mind. He was clinging to me with more than his hand, and as it stood, I was too scared to let go of that, no matter what I had overheard previously.

Chapter5

Logan

Ithought a gentleman was meant to wait, woo her then ask to kiss a woman. Instead, she took control completely pouncing on me like I was her last meal. I knew she’d wanted me. She had shown all the signs, but that vixen coming out of her shell blew my mind. I hadn’t expected that kiss—that mind-blowing, all-consuming kiss that had stolen my breath away and everything else in the process.

Kara had spoken to me, and like an idiot, I had nodded and hadn’t been able to formulate words. I’d never felt this total all-consuming sensation before. It was as if my soul had been stolen right before my eyes. I wasn’t dead, though—far from it. My cock would’ve dismissed the notion, the very second you glanced down at the tight bulge. All I knew was that I was lost to the woman whose petite fingers were wrapped inside my hand.

The fresh air hit: my mind managed to refocus. “Wow, that was…” I noticed one of her unruly tendrils had come loose from ponytail. Reaching forward, I tucked it back behind her ear. I felt her shivered response when I touched the sensitive spot as her eyes connected with mine.

“I know… shall we head back to yours?” she asked me, and then in a move that killed me, she bit her lower lip gently between her teeth.

“Fuck, Kara. Are you sure about this?” I asked.

“Nevermore so.” She grasped my hand tighter. I swallowed. I took charge and led her to the edge of the sidewalk, hailing a taxi and giving my address to the driver. Thankfully, my apartment was only a short ride away. Kara’s hand hovered in a precarious place, and after all the delicate, teased strokes she’d inflicted, it would only be so long before I lost control.

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The moment I closed the door inside the apartment, my restraint crumbled away. I grabbed both Kara’s petite wrists holding them above her head as I marched her backwards until her back hit the wall. My body was flush in front of her chest, and I trailed my fingers down her cheek, causing a blush to stain her cheeks. Her chest rose rapidly.

“You like that?” I reached her collar bone, my teeth nipping and caressing.

Her gasped pleasures escaped into the air. “Bedroom, Logan.” She forced the words out as I threw her over my shoulder.

“As you wish.”

Her squealed delights echoed in the room as she slapped my arse, making me even more excited at the thought of her naked flesh laid out before me, screaming my name at my commands.

I dropped her on to the edge of my bed and she rolled onto her side and looked at me.

“Want to live out my fantasies?” Her sultry voice rasped before her eyes glanced over my shoulder to my ties that hung methodically in lines. “Kinky enough?”

“I can be anything you want me to be.” I grabbed a selection from the right-hand side, careful not to destroy my structured lines. “Here you go.”

“Hmm, silk. Perfect.”

I gulped, wondering where this little show would be taking us. I loved the influence she had on me. I knew that when our bodies came together, perfection would happen. The connection, I hoped, would mean the start of something more, even though we had just met.

“What would you like me to do?”

She tapped those pouted, fuckable lips with her fingertip, making me squirm as I awaited her instruction. “Strip and lay down on the bed,” were the words that eventually came from her mouth.

I didn’t take my time, I’m not ashamed to admit: I was lost to her commands and desired the next one like it was my next breath. My clothes were thrown across the floor, my boxers left until. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slowly wiggled at the material, inching it down my hips, watching her hooded eyes stuck, fascinated on the sight.