Fallen Crest Forever (Fallen Crest High #7)

Then he moved one step toward the bed and lowered me down. My back rested on top of the covers, but he still didn’t do anything else. He bent over me, my legs and arms wrapped tight around him, and he just kept commanding my mouth.

I felt like he was trying to feel inside of me, all the way to my soul.

“Samantha,” he whispered again, lifting me and scooting me farther up on the bed. Then he sank down, letting me feel all of his body weight. He pushed himself against me, our jeans rubbing over each other, and held himself still, poised right there. I felt his back muscles trembling from the strength it took.

It just made the ache rise.

A small whimper left me. I couldn’t stop it, and I moved my hips. He was there, and if there hadn’t been clothes, he would’ve pushed inside already. I was wet. I was ready, but I heard a soft chuckle, and he lifted his head to peer down at me.

“No, no. I’m taking my time tonight.” He bent and pressed a kiss to my jawline, then my neck, next my shoulder. “I remembered tonight when he tried to take you from me.” A kiss. “And I felt it all over again. How you’re mine.” A second kiss. “How you’ll never be someone else’s.” A third kiss. “How I’m yours.”

He lifted heated eyes to mine. I saw the lust swimming in his depths. Shifting so he was resting on an elbow on the bed, he laced his free hand with mine and pressed it next to my head, pinning one of my arms in place.

“I wanted to claim you all over again,” he said. “I wanted him to remember.”

My throat was swollen. Loving, wanting, needing—that was all I was feeling.

“I think Adam got the memo a long time ago.”

Mason shook his head. “Maybe. But I can’t help but feel everything else was an excuse to come after you again.”

I lifted my head, trying to concentrate. His thumb rubbed over my finger, and that caress alone was driving me crazy.

“If it was, I’m sure you reminded him again tonight.”

Mason’s eyes were so dark. The green was almost gone, and he pressed into me.

I sucked in my breath, my free hand falling to his hip. I licked my lips. His eyes fell there, and he groaned, dipping his head back down, and I felt him take another kiss. I’d give him any kisses he wanted, but there was something else I wanted. I undid his jeans and slipped my hand inside.

I felt his warmth first, then moved farther and caught him. I held him in my hand, but he was already hard.

He closed his eyes, resting his head on my shoulder as I began to stroke him.

“You felt the need to claim me, didn’t you?” I whispered.

“Mmmm-hmmm.” He could hardly answer. “It’s not the first time, you know.”

I paused, looking up. “What?”

He opened his eyes, watching me as I held him in my hand. “The first time I needed to claim you. There was another time.” His grin grew lustful, and his eyes were almost simmering. “The shower.”

My hand tightened, just a slight bit. My heart skipped a beat. “The shower?”

“Before we turned evil on your mom.” He gave me a knowing look. “You remember.”

I did.

The memory came back to me.

I was in the doorway and Mason was just turning on his shower. He was naked, and he didn’t care who saw.

All the same confidence he had now was just so much more pronounced back then. He knew I was there, and he didn’t care.

I grinned up at him now. “You asked me to join you.”

He laughed, his voice ending on a moan as my hand moved down his length. “Uh yeah. I did.”

But there’d been more.

I wanted to go to him. I had. I took a step inside, then the cockiness left him and his eyes had been smoldering, like he was waiting for me, like he’d been waiting the whole time for me.

“I kissed . . .” My voice trailed away. We hadn’t. We stood close to each other, close enough to touch. It’d been before we were together, when Mason’s presence was enough to implode my senses, and that was what he did then. His hand touched my hip, just a small caress there. It was enough. A need for him began to throb between my legs, and I sighed now.

“You scared me.”

“I did?”

Mason was still watching me, intent.

Feeling a euphoric sense of power, I ran my thumb over his tip, and he shuddered. I laughed huskily, remembering the rest. “You kissed me on the forehead. That’s what scared me. I wanted you so much, but it was like I knew if you took me then, everything would change. I wasn’t ready for it to all change, not yet.” I paused and glanced up again. “You said something to me in that shower, but I couldn’t hear you. I never told you that.” I cocked my head to the side. “What did you say to me?”

“Oh.” He laughed, his grin turning wolfish. “You’re holding my dick in your hands and you want to know what I said back then when I was still in high school? I was a young punk.”

My hand tightened again, and he bit out a moan. “God, Sam!”

“What’d you say? I want to know now.”

He groaned. “I told you that I’d fuck you until your legs couldn’t work.”

“You did?” My body reacted, suddenly feverish and aching. I was beyond wet.

He nodded, watching me warily. “I thought I was being a gentleman by offering to make you explode.”

I laughed, breathless at the same time. “Goddamn.” My own grin turned wolfish now. “Maybe I should return the favor right now?”

“Wh—Sa—” He bit off his words with another groan as I began running my hand the full length of him.

“You wanted to claim me, and I feel the same.” I tightened my legs around him, bringing him even closer against me with my hand between our bodies. As I talked, I stroked—slowly, making him groan. “I know other girls want you, but they can’t have you.” Stroke. “You’re mine.” Another stroke. “You’ll never be someone else’s.”

My hand moved a little faster, and I could hear him breathe.

“And I’m going to make you explode tonight.” I drew it out, knowing just how to touch him. When to stop, when to go soft, when to go faster, when to wait, when not to wait. I knew him like the back of my hand and I was showing him right now. I whispered, lifting to kiss his throat. “Maybe your legs won’t work tonight.”

“Fuck.” A guttural growl burst from him, and he adjusted his position, bringing himself back on top of me. My hand was knocked away with the movement, and his mouth found mine as his hand went inside my pants. He must have unbuckled them earlier—I hadn’t noticed. I did now. I gasped as his finger slid in, stretching me. He paused once, then went deeper.

I felt him grin against my lips, and he asked, “You like that?”

God, yes.

I clamped his shoulders tighter, raking my hand down his back.