Free Waiting for Me by Ava Claire Page B

essence, lost in her erotic musks. And her moans...fuck, what was this
     woman doing to me? The lines that structured my sexual life blurred. This was the
     first time that my need to come was second to my lovers. I wanted her cream in my
     mouth, her ultimate satisfaction screeching from her lungs.
    Her fingers gripped the sides of my head and I knew she was close. She shook wildly
     and my name shot from her lips as her body went wild. I’d heard orchestras from the
     West Coast to Australia, playing the most beautiful music ever created, but none of
     it was as sweet as Melissa’s moans as she came.
    I was drunk off her. Lost in her.
    And it was fucking terrifying.
    I pulled back, rising to my feet. I avoided the lusty look on her face. Desire was
     etched on her features, confirming a truth I couldn’t fight. She was the most beautiful
     thing I’d ever seen.
    “Wow.” Her voice still gravelly with sleep. Or likely raw from the extensive moaning.
    “If that’s what waking up with Logan Mason is like, all I can say is, where have you
     been all my life?”
    I knew it was meant to be a joke, but there was nothing amusing about the way I faded
     into her. I was a Dom, damn it. I held the reins, not my submissive. And whether she
     wanted to admit it or not, she was my submissive.
    I wiped her juices from my lips, fighting the urge to lick my fingers. “Feel free
     to help yourself to anything. Mi casa es su casa.”
    “And what if I want you?” she purred.
    Oh hell, she was biting her lip, her big blue eyes hot with desire.
    I’d already let her in, closer than anyone had been in a long time. The walls I built
     around myself weren’t there for decoration. They weren’t mere checkboxes for some
     stock caricature of a brooding billionaire. I kept my lovers at a distance for good
     reason.
    So even though I wanted nothing more than to fuck her brains out, to forget about
     everything except Melissa Foster, I posed a proposition that I knew she’d decline.
    “Are you ready to submit?”
    Her face fell, her eyes dimming with reluctance.
    “That’s what I thought,” I said icily.
    “Logan—”
    “I’ve got a few calls to make.” I interrupted dismissively. “I’ll use the guest bathroom
     downstairs. You can use mine. There should be some shower gel and shampoo in the bottom
     drawer. Something sweet and female approved. There’s also a couple of dresses in the
     closet that should fit you quite nicely.”
    Why the hell would you go there, asshole? Rub her nose in the fact that she’s not
     the first?
    From the way Melissa’s eyebrows jumped and her lips thinned, she didn’t appreciate
     being reminded that other women had been in my bed. In my shower.
    I should have told her that she wasn’t like the rest. That she was special. Instead,
     I left the room without another word.

2
    ****
    W ith Melissa’s taste on my lips and her hooded eyes tattooed on my mind, focusing on
     work was virtually impossible. When my cell lit up with the number of the last person
     in the universe that I wanted to speak to, I decided to bite the bullet. I owed Melissa
     an apology, an explanation for why I’d given her the brush off. Since I wasn’t the
     kind of man that gave apologies or explained myself to anyone, the walk up the stairs
     seemed to stretch on for an eternity.
    I'd been armed with a joke, but the look on her face told me she was more apt to rip
     my head off than chuckle. Her crystal blue eyes were as frigid as ice as she glared me into submission. She didn't even need words. That look said, ‘speak now, or get the
     hell out of my face’.
    I was at the head of a multi-billion dollar company. At any given moment, I had the
     fate of thousands of employees in the palm of my hand. But a genuine spark of fear
     tightened my chest.
    The effect Melissa had confounded me. Never before had I cared if the submissive in
     my bed felt slighted when the lust was satisfied. I paid no mind to her feelings