I push him back and tilt my head, lowering my mouth to his. He opens to me with a low growl that jacks my hips forward. His fingers dig into my scalp as his tongue lashes against mine.
My heart races with a desperation I’ve never felt before. The burning urge to get beneath him, to feel the weight of his body between my legs as he fills me, is overwhelming. I’ll ask for it, beg for it, because in this moment, I need it more than air.
He takes control of the kiss, tilting my head in the opposite direction as if he wants to taste me from every angle, explore every inch of my mouth. He nips and sucks at my lips, as if doing so will produce more of what he wants as we drink from each other’s mouths with gluttony.
I arch my back, pressing my breasts into his chest, searching for the friction that will surely detonate me. He moves, pushing me to my back on the couch and taking position between my legs. His hips move in a slow rolling rhythm that mimics love-making. Hard and long he rubs against me, the scrape of denim against my lace panties so good and yet so mind-numbingly frustrating.
He runs the tip of his hot tongue down my neck to my breast, sucking one nipple deep into his throat. A zap of pleasure shoots down my torso, and I cry out for more. More of him, more of everything.
I reach down and unbutton his shirt, my fingers fumbling as nerves and excitement race through my veins. He helps by sliding his arms from the sleeves and sitting up only long enough to rip his undershirt off over his head.
My mouth instantly floods as I adjust to the sight. Mason drops back down on top of me.
“Wait.”
His body freezes, and his lips still at my neck. “What? Did I—?”
“Get up.” I wiggle to get out from under him, but it doesn’t take much because he pushes back with his hands held up and sits back on his heels.
His chest is rising and falling faster than I’ve ever seen it and his blue eyes are dark with lust. “I’m sorry, is this too fast?”
Ha! If he only knew, not fast enough. “No, not at all. I just . . .” I push up to my knees on the couch and move to him. I place my palm flat over his heart and soak in the furious pounding of his heart behind warm smooth skin. “I just want to take a second to see you.”
He lets out a long breath and drops his chin, his hand coming over mine. “Fuck, I thought I’d done something wrong and you were about to bolt.”
Relief washes over his face as I run my hand over the swollen muscles of his abdomen and chest. So soft and yet incredibly powerful. “I’ve never seen you with your shirt off. I wanted to get the hands-on experience.”
He cocks his head, and a tiny grin tilts his lips. “If you let me take you to bed, I’ll give you the all-night experience.”
I scrape a nail over his nipple, and he groans then scoops me up off the couch. My arms hold tight around his neck as he crosses the living space to the stairs and carries me up as though I weigh nothing. Once there, he lays me on the bed then clicks on the lamp at his nightstand.
The single light in the dark room plays against his massive form, making him look dangerous. Even when I know he’s anything but.
Seventeen
Mason
She’s here. Trix, my woman, is sprawled out on my bed in nothing but a pair of panties and smiling at me like I own every fucking inch of her body and she’s begging me to take it.
I want, more than anything, to lose myself inside her, burrow so deep into her soul she’ll never be able to get rid of me. I told myself I’d take it slow: prove to her that I’m not like Lane and fucking Talon. She’s so much more than a piece of ass, and her body is a damn treasure. Any man lucky enough to have it should have to spend a lifetime searching, slowly digging away with patience for the pleasure of making love to her.
She pushes up to her knees and scoots to the end of the bed. I don’t have to think as my feet carry me to her on instinct; the basest most primal need to claim her rides me hard. Her hands go to my waistband, but her violet eyes are on me. She pops the button on my jeans, and the heat of her fingers runs the length of my dick as she slides down the zipper.
I grip her by the hair, pulling her mouth to mine roughly for a quick deep kiss. My forehead rests against hers, and I hold on to barely controlled restraint. “Trix, I want this, you, right now.”
Her hand dips beneath my boxer briefs, and my legs almost give. “Me too. More than anything.” She strokes me, and I grind my teeth together to keep from pumping my hips into her hand.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to push you.” And there’re other reasons why we should slow down, but fuck if I can think of a single one.
Her other hand runs along my hip, around to my ass, and she slides my pants and briefs down my legs. “Then let me push you.”
“Done.” I put a knee on the bed, she falls back with a giggle, and I take my place between her legs. “I want to go easy, but I’m barely hanging on as it is.”