“You’re a good kisser,” she says against my mouth. “Really good. Must be the accent.”
I laugh, licking along the seam of her lips, swallowing her taste. Savoring it.
“I want you, Brooke. Do you see now?”
“Mm. I think.” She tugs the hair at the base of my neck when I try and lean away. “No, wait, don’t stop.”
I drop my forehead to hers. Her hand relaxes.
“Do you want more?” I whisper, staring at her mouth, her eyes, the cute little wrinkle in her nose.
She nods, biting at her bottom lip.
“Me too. I want more of that, of everything. Try it my way.”
“Try it my way. It involves nudity.” She attempts to wiggle closer.
I press against her hip, keeping her pinned to the wall.
“Mason,” she moans as I bend and kiss her cheek. My mouth moves to her ear.
“I could fuck you right now, up against this brick wall while anyone could walk by us. Would you like that? Would you come for me?”
She shudders. Her hands fit to my waist.
“Oh, God,” she whispers.
I kiss the skin below her ear before continuing. “It would be amazing, and I want that, I do, but my way, which involves feelings and knowing someone, trust me . . . it’s better. It’s so much better, Brooke. I want you to really feel me. I don’t just want a hard fuck in an alley and then nothing. I can’t do that.”
I slowly lean back. My hand falls away from her body as I watch the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
Is her heart pounding as much as mine? I fight the temptation to ask.
I gaze at her. Her cheeks are flushed. Her hair is falling out of the hair-tie it was haphazardly contained in.
She looks beautifully undone.
“Try it my way,” I insist again.
Please. I want this with you.
She sucks at her bottom lip as she thinks it over, her gaze flicking between my eyes and my mouth. With a soft grunt, she pushes off from the brick and snatches the carrier out of my hand. Her feet quickly carry her away from me.
The hell?
“Is that a yes?” I call out, turning my head to watch her.
“I don’t know.” She gives me a playful smile over her shoulder. “Is it?”
A laugh rumbles in my chest.
Little devil. Do you think that answer will satisfy me?
I sag against the brick after she disappears around the corner. My head falls forward. I look down at the erection pleating the front of my shorts.
“Fucking persistent bastard, aren’t ya?”
I adjust my cock and get out of the alley, heading back in the direction of the coffee shop.
BROOKE
Okay. Okay okay okay.
That was just a kiss. A kiss, Brooke. Stop walking like you just had your vagina smashed.
Pushing my shoulders back, I continue down the sidewalk with the coffee carrier, losing the obnoxious spring in my step. It’s hard not to bounce a little. My skin feels like it’s vibrating. A continuous pulse moving over my flesh, sending a delicious shiver up my spine and down my limbs.
Darting my tongue out, I taste my bottom lip.
It’s swollen, sensitive from Mason’s assault. Or mine. I wasn’t gentle when I kissed him back. I went at him like a woman deprived, which is exactly how I should still be feeling, only . . .
That was, hands-down, the best kiss of my life.
It wasn’t just the way he worked his mouth, it was the filth spilling out of it. The soft murmurs against my skin about how he could fuck me. How he wanted to, only . . .
He wants more than that. More than a hard fuck in an alley.
Feelings and knowing each other.
More.
My head grows heavy. Am I seriously contemplating this request?