Waiting For Me

by Ava Claire

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  Waiting For Me (Beautiful Surrender: Part Two)

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  Waiting For Me (Beautiful Surrender: Part Two)

  Ava Claire

  Copyright © 2014 Ava Claire

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means whatsoever without express written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

  The Beautiful Surrender Series

  Waiting For You (Beautiful Surrender: Part One) (available in the It’s In His Kiss boxed set exclusively at Amazon; available at all retailers July 2014)

  Waiting For Me (Beautiful Surrender: Part Two)—May 2014

  Waiting For Us ( Beautiful Surrender: Part Three)—June 2014

  Waiting For Forever (Beautiful Surrender: Part Four)—July 2014

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  There was a woman in my bed, who wasn’t bound or splayed out for my pleasure. Begging for more with her eyes; with her dripping wet sex, because a ball gag muted her words. There was a woman in my bed, and she wasn’t my submissive...but I felt the Dom in me stirring regardless. Wanting to simultaneously protect and nurture—and bring her to the brink of pain and pleasure.

  Melissa Foster was in my bed, and even though she wasn’t mine, in the way I required every woman before to be, she still made my heart skip a beat as I watched her sleep. My heart stammered in my chest. I could get used to this.

  I tore my eyes away, fighting to shut down that train of thought. It was a struggle to ignore the matter at hand. I didn’t sleep with vanilla women. And I didn’t let any woman, regardless of her level of kink, sleep over.

  Maybe you were waiting for the right woman.

  I should have leapt from the bed, tossing aside that ludicrous statement, along with the covers and the invading emotions Melissa invoked, but every breath she took stirred the cold blooded thing in my chest. The heart I pretended was closed off. The fact was I did feel, but life taught me what a mistake love could be. A mistake that once cost me dearly.

  I folded my arms beneath my head, watching the fan above me spin idly. I needed to rationalize this. Get my head on straight.

  I hadn’t violated all of my rules. She was too stubborn to admit it, but Melissa was far from vanilla. I knew it the moment I turned and met her gaze when I caught her peeping. Eyes so blue. The color of the oce—

  I rolled my eyes. This wasn’t a romance novel. Her eyes weren’t the color of the ocean. Her eyes were just blue. Normal and blue. But the truth was her eyes slayed me, waves of blue that held the most beautiful conflict I’d ever seen in my life. Eyes I’d felt on me, watching and wanting a few days ago. Eyes that licked every inch of my erect cock, but still held back—and in the moments after she realized I’d seen her moment of erotic vulnerability, held such disdain and outright defiance.

  My lips tilted into a smirk, remembering how I’d struggled to not pull her into my arms, take her then and there. For the briefest moment when she sized me up, an irrational streak of jealousy had cut through me. I wondered if her brusqueness was because she was claimed by another. But that fight was just Melissa. The sexy little blonde didn’t mince her words, and it made me hot with need.

  She had to be mine.

  My smile faltered. And she had been mine. Hours ago, she’d opened up for me like some beautiful flower, stretching its petals towards the scorching sun. I never knew that sex without the D/s element could be so fulfilling.

  But if I was fulfilled, why hadn’t I pushed her away and out the door like the others?

  I eased back towards her, my eyes washing over her face. So serene and calm. Skin glowing in the soft darkness, pretty features infinitely more so, from the slope of her nose and high cheekbones to the curve of her full lips. Lush, pink lips—slightly parted, like she was about to ask me to kiss her.

  My chest tightened apprehensively. I didn’t rush her out because I wanted her to stay. I wanted to wake up next to her.

  “Fuck,” I whispered. The gravity of it nailed me to the ground. Getting tangled up in some woman, no matter how beautiful and beguiling, was the worst possible thing I could do at the moment. With all the bad press Mason Enterprises had been hit with after the last company liquidation, my business, along with worried board members, needed to be my top priority. And then there was all the drama with Deli—

  My thoughts froze as Melissa stirred, luring me back to her—just in time to see her bite her lip. It was a tiny, unconsciously sexy action, but it made me forget everything except the way she’d smiled while I buried myself in her. The sounds she made when I sunk into her warmth. The excitement that flickered in her eyes when I told her to flip over so I could take her from behind.

  Lust consumed me. She’d obeyed the command without hesitation. Giving in. Her surrender made her pussy that much sweeter. My eyes skated down, rounding the curve of her pert little breasts, caressing her smooth stomach, and lingering on her sex. It was partially covered by the sheet, golden curls highlighting the way back to her. Back to the warmth that made my cock so hard that rational thought and the rules that dictated my no-strings-attached sex life became irrelevant.

  I had to have her.

  I had to taste her.

  Almost as if I’d said the words aloud, she stirred again, the sheets falling away. Her gentle snore got caught on a moan and the sound went straight to my cock. From the way she writhed, opening her thighs and licking her lips, she was having quite the dream.

  I smiled, positioning myself at the end of the bed. I would show her that reality had her wet dreams beat.

  I rained kisses up and down her calf, my lips skimming her skin. She was waking up, a yawn and sniffle giving her away.

  “Kisses?” Her voice was thick with sleep. “You sure know how to wake a girl up.”

  I gripped her knees and yanked her thighs open. Her gasp was shocked—and aroused.

  “Are you—”

  “Oh yes,” I answered in between kisses, her muscles responding to me. Tightening as she arched her body toward me.

  Even though her body betrayed her, she still goaded me. “And what if morning oral wasn’t my th—” Her final word was clipped as my tongue drew closer to her inner thigh. To her core. “W-what would you have done?”

  She clearly wanted to feed me her pussy, vaulting herself closer to my lips, but I restrained myself. She wasn’t the first submissive who tried that game, tempting me to give in.

  I smirked. She wanted to talk? We could talk. I’d make her squirm, hanging on every word so the second my tongue touched her, she melted.

  “What do you think?”

  She propped herself on her elbows, eyeing me with a mix of surprise and impatience. “I think you’d do it any way. Because you’re the man, and I’m the woman and all that caveman BDSM stuff.”

  I didn’t take the bait, instead, leaning closer until my lips lingered deliciously close to her slit. “I’d do it, because I know what you need.”

  She was panting, her juices a fragrant tease of how amazing she’d taste. “And what’s that? W-what do I need?”

  “You
need a man to take charge. To take what he wants.”

  She was trembling. I was planning on waiting until she squirmed, but my self restraint abandoned me when she whispered my name.

  “Logan.”

  I spread her open with my fingers and my tongue dipped into her. Her juices were like honey, matching the melody of moans that flowed from her lips. They changed pitch when I lingered on her clit, tongue swirling furiously around the swollen nub.

  Every sound she made echoed through my body. The blood in my veins was replaced by white hot desire, fueling me with one sole purpose: giving her pleasure. I should have rose up and put the solid, rock hard bulge that impaled the mattress where it belonged; where my mouth was currently exploring. I longed to replace the tongue that pumped in and out as she shuddered, overloaded with pleasure. It was my routine, bringing my woman to the edge, then slamming my cock inside her. Then when she was writhing and wild, I allowed my sub to come.

  But not Melissa. I wanted her to come. I wanted to taste her release.

  My tongue left no part of her quivering warmth untouched, my fingers pumping in and out at a fevered rhythm. My cock raged, wanting, needing to be inside her. Control slipped away as Melissa swirled her hips. It was a brazen, decidedly un-submissive move, yet I growled with approval, replacing my fingers with my tongue.

  I devoured her 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.

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  With 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 when I abruptly reminded her that our arrangement was only a sexual one.

  Melissa's eyes flayed me alive. She wouldn't let me put the wall back up and dismiss her like the others. The fire in her spoke to the flames inside of me.

  I swallowed the knot in my throat. I knew I'd come back upstairs for a reason, but she rendered me speechless.

  She stood up, perching a hand on her hip. My eyes flickered over the fact that she disobeyed me, passing on the clothes I'd offered her. She redressed herself in her leggings and t-shirt from the night before.

  If I couldn't get her to obey a simple command, I was in for a grueling training session once she surrendered to her submissive nature.

  “Where's the dress?” I asked. My voice was low. The Dom in me turned the three words into something dangerous.

  Her eyes widened, then narrowed to insolent slits. “You mean the skanky little sundress to go with the Logan Mason approved toiletries?” She snorted. “Thanks, but I can dress and bathe myself just fine.”

  Oh, she was a stubborn one. The fight in her made my cock harden to steel. It wanted her smart little mouth wrapped around its thick shaft. Desire rumbled through me, taking over, and I struggled to reclaim control. Last night I broke the rule. The next time I had her, she would be mine.

  My submissive.

  I saw the challenge in her, a challenge I was dying to accept, but I kept my distance.

  My lips curled into a smile. “Are you hungry?”

  She frowned, her beautiful features registering surprise. I longed to see the thoughts and images flashing through her mind. Was she expecting me to demand that she turn that hot little ass toward me so I could spank her for forgetting her place? Did the thought make her wet?

  She gulped hard, her cheeks flushing pink. “I-I could eat.”

  I knew I was playing with fire, and if I got any harder my cock would rip through my jeans, but I took a step toward her. She was still as a statue, but her eyes shifted to my groin, stroking the length of my erection. When her eyes returned to mine, they said the words she refused to utter.

  Fuck me.

  And I would.

  But not until she begged for it.

  I maneuvered around her and retrieved my money clip from the top of the dresser, tucking it in my pocket. Not touching her, taking her; it wasn't easy for me either. Just fuck her senseless, get it out if your system. Get her out of your system.

  But that rationale was pointless. I had her. I'd sheathed my cock deep inside her, tasted her, made her scream my name. I didn't want her out of my system. I wanted more. All of her. Whether my pride wanted to admit if or not, Melissa Foster was under my skin. Why else were we climbing into my Range Rover, pointed toward Capitola Beach?
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br />   I'd come to Pleasure Point to get away and focus before the shareholders meeting back in San Francisco. Instead of learning our latest acquisition inside and out, I was paying more attention to my passenger than the road, wondering what made her tick.

  The wind gusted through the car, sending her blonde strands flying—and the sweet, citrus aroma of the shampoo she claimed she didn't use filled my nostrils.

  I inhaled deep, unable to resist taunting her a little. “You smell delicious.”

  “A familiar scent for you, huh?” she snapped. “Since you make all the women you bring to your bed use it?”

  She was baiting me, but I didn't bite. I winked at her. “Only the important ones.”

  I expected an eye roll, but she gave me a look full of derision. “You think it's funny to use women and throw them away for the next one that comes along?”

  I tightened my hold on the steering wheel. “I don't promise anyone a happily ever after. I just promise an escape. A night of good, hot fun—”

  She gestured out the window. “Sun's out. I guess I'm the lucky girl that gets mind-blowing sex and lunch. I'm supposed to be grateful, right? Happy that I'm not disposable?”

  I cocked my head in her direction, expecting to see her glaring back at me defiantly. Instead, she shied from my gaze. Suddenly, she was taken with the scenery. It was understandable—the sun turned everything golden and warm. There was nothing quite as beautiful as Capitola in the spring, but I could tell by her tone that she wasn't sightseeing. There was an undercurrent of something else in her voice. When I heard a sniffle, I swerved, forgetting I was behind the wheel; forgetting everything except Melissa. When she whipped her head to gawk at me and I saw a tear glistening on her cheek, I swerved to the shoulder of the road and jerked the car into park.

  “What the hell, Logan?” she hissed.

  What the hell indeed. I white-knuckled the steering wheel, anger pumping through me like acid. She hadn’t said a word to support my theory, but something inside me told me some asshole had hurt her. I didn't know the specifics. The specifics were irrelevant. I just wanted to take out whoever had caused the pain that streamed from her eyes. “What happened?”