Chapter 53

CHAPTER 53

LOGAN

I flicked my tongue across Mira's hard nipple, loving the way it felt to have her naked, wet, and on my lap. She dropped her head back, her damp hair loose and brushing against the tops of my arms as I held her to me.

Water sloshed over the sides of the tub as she rocked on top of me, her eyes closed and her heat enveloping my shaft. I wasn't inside her yet, but shit. I really wanted to be.

Running my hands up and down her sides, I cradled her breasts in my palms and teased her nipples with my teeth. She hummed with pleasure. The air in the room filled with steam and the echoes of the sounds she made.

While this was far from my first time having sex—even with her—something about this felt so new that it was like losing my virginity all over again. The lights were dimmed so far that they were almost off and I'd lit a few candles the interior decorator had insisted I needed.

I'd never used them before, but they had a faintly vanilla scent, the same one that clung to Mira's skin after I'd washed her with the fancy soap I had purchased at the insistence of the same decorator. None of those things had made sense to me before, but now, I was damn glad I'd had it all on hand .

None of it compared to having Mira in the claw-footed bath with me. She was what made this experience feel like an actual experience instead of just sex.

This was slow and sensual, a building tease that was driving both of us crazy, and yet, neither of us did anything to hurry the other along. Mira's nails pressed into the skin between my shoulder blades, her entrance brushing against the tip of my shaft every so often as she rocked but never taking it any further.

All of it was so far removed from anything I'd done before that I didn't even know what this was called, but I was going to be obsessed with it from now on. Her eyes suddenly opened and she looked into mine. Then she dropped her head forward and kissed me again, deeper this time than we had before.

Slower.

More intense.

My tongue danced with hers in a delicious, lazy tango, my body tense but never having been more relaxed. It was a mind-fuck, but thankfully, my mind wasn't in control right now. Something else was behind the wheel, but I wasn't sure if it was my heart or my cock—or an enticing mix of them both.

Either way, I groaned when her lips trailed to my ear, her kisses whisper-soft and her chest heaving against my own. "I love being with you like this."

"When it's just us?" I asked in a harsh whisper. "So do I."

She hummed again when I ran my hands up her thighs to her backside, caressing her before I wrapped my fingers around her hips. "Hmmm. When it's just us and we don't have to rush or be quiet. A girl could get used to this kind of attention."

" My girl should get used to this kind of attention." I captured her mouth again, kissing her until her entrance hovered over my tip for a little longer this time. "The water's going a little cold, though. Should we move this to the bed?"

I hissed when she lowered herself down on me for just a moment without anything between us, and she let out a breathy giggle. "You just want to move it along now, don't you? "

"Yep. Don't get me wrong, I'm loving this too, but I need you. It feels like it's been hours. I'm not going to last much longer."

I wasn't just saying it either. All these soft touches, caresses, and moans had done me in. A few more and it would all be over.

Mira let out a long-suffering sigh, a playful but needy smile on her lips as she pulled away and nodded. "I know how you feel. Let's go."

She scooted back and I stood up first, sliding a towel off the rail and holding it up for her in one hand while I extended the other to help her up. She placed her palm in mine and allowed me to help her out of the bathtub. Then she gave me her back to wrap the towel around her shoulders.

I obliged before grabbing a towel of my own, not being so gentle about only drying off quickly before I swept her off her feet—literally, this time. She let out a peal of laughter, her arms flying up and around my neck to cling to me as I carried her to my bed.

Once we got there, I was much more careful about drying her off. Then I tossed the towel over my shoulder and laid her down on the mattress, my hands in hers as I covered her body with my own. Our lips came together in another passionate kiss that lasted as long as I could take it before I left her for a moment to get a condom.

She watched me as I rolled it on, her tone light but her voice still breathy as she giggled. "We're going through those things at the speed of light these days. Guess it's a good thing you're a billionaire."

"Not quite there yet," I said as I settled between her legs again, positioning myself at her entrance and threading my fingers through her own. "That's also one of the first times you've mentioned my money, and it's about condoms? How? Most girls would've asked me for a private island or a diamond necklace by now."

"I'm not most girls." She looked into my eyes.

I held her hands and sank into her. Her wet heat embraced me and I groaned, pressing my forehead to hers. "Don't I know it. Hey, Mira?"

"Yeah?" she whispered, her legs wrapping around my hips as we started moving together.

"Don't ever leave me, okay? "

She seemed surprised for a moment. Then she smiled against my lips. "I'm not planning on it, but then you can't leave me either."

"Never," I promised, out of my mind with lust and yet still somehow meaning it more than I'd ever meant anything before.

I kissed her then, our bodies melting together and becoming one as we finally stopped talking and just felt. Her soft were so soft but so demanding, and her hips matched my pace so perfectly that I might've cried if I was the type.

Instead, I came, and so did she. The orgasm raced through me like lightning that started a wildfire, making me roar her name as I spent myself deep inside her. Mira shook and moaned underneath me, my name barely more than a whisper on her lips when she finally stilled.

I collapsed on top of her, kissing her again until I knew it was time to get up and take care of the condom. Doing it as fast as humanly possible, I got back to the bed as soon as I could and wrapped her up in my arms, just holding her as our breathing returned to normal.

"I'm going back out to the rig tomorrow," she said into the quietness of the room. "Slate will be there."

I tensed, forcing my muscles to relax as I breathed through the shock. "I figured you'd be going back out there soon."

"Apparently, it's just to wrap up," she murmured. "He's still trying to find a way out of the contract without having to ask you to release us."

"It's not like I'm going to sue Spiers, baby."

She sighed, her head on my chest and her arm draped across my hips. "I know, but he doesn't want any favors from you. He's treating the whole situation like he would with any other client."

Well, that stings. I knew he'd said he didn't want anything from me, but that was just ridiculous. "I'll call my lawyers in the morning and tell them to send an email saying we're releasing him from the contract."

"No," she said quickly, turning her head to look up at me. "Don't do that. Don't fight his battles for him. All of this is his choice. Let him figure it out. Or not figure it out. The longer it takes, the longer we get to work together. "

Before I could debate the issue even internally, she suddenly bit her lips. I groaned. "What now?"

"It's just, uh, I haven't had the chance to tell you yet that I visited him," she admitted in a low murmur. "I went to his house to talk to him about us and it, uh, it didn't go well."

I blew out a heavy breath, smoothing a hand down her back. "What did he say?"

"A lot. None of it good."

"Like what?" I felt the aggravation starting to simmer in my gut, but I kept it locked down.

She seemed torn for a moment before she finally told me. "He warned me that we won't last long. According to him, I'm a shiny new toy you're going to tire of playing with any day now."

Rage seared through my veins, my lungs suddenly four sizes too small and my heart pounding, but it was her brother I was pissed at, not her. So I kept that bottled up too, but not for long.

"I'm coming out there tomorrow with you," I said, seething but managing to keep my voice even. "Maybe the three of us can find some common ground."

The way Slate was acting wasn't at all like the friend I knew so well. Even through the rage, I knew that he wasn't himself right now. I didn't know why. Didn't know if my being with Mira really bugged him that much or if it was something else, but I needed to get through to him before this got even more out of hand.

Mira shook her head at me. "I'm only letting you come if you promise to keep a level head."

"Letting me?" I echoed after her, surprising even myself when I chuckled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "It's my rig, darlin'. You couldn't keep me away."

She arched a brow at me, her eyes twinkling with the challenge. "Can't I? How about sleeping alone for two weeks? No conjugal visits either."

I widened my eyes at her. "Fine. I won't push on this, but that's not fair. I'm never going to have the upper hand again."

She winked. "Do you want to have it? "

"Nah," I said as I rolled her over and kissed her again, moving my body so it was half covering hers. "As long as I have you, I'm okay without the upper hand outside of the bedroom."

"And in it?" she asked, her voice getting slightly breathy again.

I shrugged but winked at her, then started kissing a path down her neck to the center of her chest. "I think we both know who's always going to have the upper hand in here, and I think we also know that's exactly the way you like it."