She reached for climax, but despite the winding tension building between her thighs, her mind continued to throw up roadblocks, preventing her from truly surrendering. Maybe she should fake it as she had with some of the others. Clearly by his demonstration the other night, it wasn’t Logan’s fault if she couldn’t climax.

He lifted his mouth from her pussy and glared at her. “I can tell I lost you, Tiger. Guess I need to remind you who holds the control right now.” He slid two thick fingers into her slick channel and curled them upward. “You ever had a man play with your G-spot, baby?”

She shook her head. G-spots were a myth like Santa Claus and happy marriages. At least when it came to her. A few guys had tried to find it, but apparently she didn’t have one.

Logan shifted his fingers a touch and smiled, his cock lengthening against his thigh. “Ah, there it is.”

His fingers tapped a spot inside her. A bolt of lightning electrified her cunt, and her body thundered in response, shaking uncontrollably. “No, no.” The foreign sensation was too intense.

He tsked at her, increasing the rate of the tapping. “You don’t say no to me. I want you to come this way, and unless you say the safe word, you’re gonna do it. Don’t analyze it. Just feel it. I’m getting hard again just from the feel of your pussy walls tightening around my fingers. You’re so slick. So hot. Gonna feel like heaven on my cock.”

Her hands gripped the seat. She couldn’t catch her breath. “Logan?”

“I’m here,” he said reassuringly. “You’re safe. I’ll catch you when you fall.”

She didn’t hold back. She closed her eyes, sinking into the sensation and surrendering to it and to Logan. Her legs trembled violently and a scream ripped from her throat as the orgasm slammed into her, over her, and through her like a tidal wave taking along everything in its path. The most intensely pleasurable contractions she’d ever experienced rolled through her body until they slowly died down, leaving her boneless and replete.

After a few minutes, she got the energy to open her eyes. Logan was already dressed and had thrown a warm blanket over her. Sitting beside her, he held out a bottle of water. “Drink.”

Common sense returned as she took in her surroundings. They were on an airplane with the captain behind closed doors only feet away. There was no way he missed her scream or the reason for it.

She took the water, refusing to look at Logan. For some reason, the blanket and the water annoyed her. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was because it was proof that she’d given up control for a few minutes. Or maybe it was from that sub drop she’d read about, the temporary depression that sometimes followed a scene when the endorphins decreased. Either way, she just wanted to get dressed and forget it happened. “I’m fine. You don’t have to give me aftercare.”

He toyed with strands of her hair, sliding them through his fingers. “Aftercare isn’t just for the bottom. Maybe I need it too.”

She turned her face toward him. “I’m not comfortable with it. Please, Logan.”

“That’s because you’re thinking again. Eventually, you’re gonna trust me enough to do the thinking for you in other times except sex.”

She jumped out of her seat and picked up her pants off the floor. “Just because you gave me a couple orgasms doesn’t mean I’m going to let you control me outside of sex. It’s never gonna happen.”

Stepping into her pants, she choked on her disappointment. She’d thought maybe Logan might be different from other men.

Logan didn’t argue, just cocked a brow and let her stew in her anger. The rage she’d been feeling quickly dissipated, leaving behind only exhaustion. She plopped down in the seat next to him, and when he patted his shoulder, she accepted his offer to rest her head on it.

She tried to fall asleep, but she couldn’t keep her thoughts from racing. What would happen when they got to Las Vegas? How would they stop Evans and Fink from releasing the virus? He caressed his hand down her head, playing with her hair. “How’d you sleep last night?”

“Fine,” she said, lying.

While Logan had made plans for their flight to Vegas, she’d taken a shower. After running around for two days, it was heavenly to wash the grime, dirt, and sweat from her body. She had never appreciated deodorant, toothpaste, and razors until she went without. She must have spent an hour in the bathroom cleaning and shaving. She’d hoped Logan would’ve joined her, but he’d taken his shower after she finished, taking nearly as much time in the bathroom as she had, shaving the light beard that had grown in over the course of the two days.

Both of them exhausted, they’d climbed into bed before nine o’clock. With his leg thrown over hers and his hand possessively placed on her stomach, he’d held her all night. But while he’d easily fallen into a deep slumber, she’d found sleep elusive, too worried about what would happen in Vegas.

Logan chuckled. “You didn’t sleep at all, did you? We’ve got a few hours until we get to Vegas. Go to sleep. I promise I’ll keep you safe.”

Eyes closed, she felt his lips press against her forehead.

She knew he meant his promise to keep her safe.

Too bad he couldn’t honor that promise. Because the more she trusted him, the more she depended on him, the harder she fell for him. But as he’d told her, he craved control. And ultimately, she couldn’t give that to him. She wasn’t a submissive. Retaining control was just as important to her.

What she couldn’t say, what he didn’t realize, was no one was more dangerous to her well-being than him.

Because he was the only one with the real power to break her.

Chapter Sixteen

SHE’D SLEPT.

Again.

She had to hand it to Logan. He’d not only learned how to play her body as if it were his own personal instrument, he’d become her favorite kind of sleeping pill.

They’d landed in the backyard of Sawyer Hayes’s mansion, which was located outside the Las Vegas city limits, only a half-hour drive from the Vegas Strip. According to Logan, the man had homes all over the country, each equipped with its own landing strip since he traveled frequently on business. But unlike the lush tropical backdrop of Florida, this yard had red mountains as its scenery. Instead of grass, his desert yard comprised dirt and rocks. And yet it was equally as beautiful, the swimming pool a desert oasis lined by palm trees and cacti.

If she’d thought it was hot in Florida, it was only because she’d never been to Vegas. As soon as they’d deplaned, her throat had gone bone-dry. It was like walking into a sauna fully clothed.

She’d never been to Sin City. She’d seen photos, of course, but nothing could’ve prepared her for the awe of the city’s impressive skyline nestled between majestic red mountains.

Rather than having gone inside Sawyer’s home, they were whisked away by a stretch limo. Along the ride she stared out the window, taking in the sight of all the city’s hotels, shops, and restaurants.

After salivating from the thought of tacos, burgers, and steaks, she was thankful to find Sawyer had thoughtfully provided a full meal for them to eat in the car. As she feasted on chicken Caesar salad and French bread, the limo drove down the highway, leaving the Las Vegas city limits and the Strip’s skyline behind them.

When she’d asked Logan where they were headed, he’d only told her they’d be staying somewhere safe. She supposed it didn’t matter anyway since she didn’t know one place from another in Nevada. As long as they had access to computers and could figure out a way to stop Evans and Fink from carrying out their plan, she didn’t care where they stayed. Her fingers twitched with the urge to feel the keyboard under them. Two days without the Internet was long enough. It was time for her to do what she did best.