I roll my suitcase inside, take a quick shower, and then dive into the bottom drawer of my dresser. I pull out a three-piece lingerie set, ripping the tags off at the same time. I slip on the black lacy thong, button the suspenders on the side of each leg, then latch the thin fabric of the silk and lace combination bra. Finally, I find a pair of strappy heels hidden at the bottom of my closet.
I glance at myself in the mirror before walking to the door.Shit.I can’t walk down the hallway like this. I run back into my closet to pull out a long, camel-colored trench coat.
My hands are sweaty with nerves until I reach Mason’s door. Now, with the added somersaults in my stomach, I begin feeling a little apprehensive. What if he has someone over? We always text each other before just dropping by.
As soon as I gain the courage to knock, everything around me becomes blurry until I hear the sound of his footfalls on the other side of the door. When it opens and I see Mason, my heart skips a beat, forcing a cough. His dark hair is tousled and slightly gathers to one side on his forehead. He doesn’t have a shirt on, only navy blue drawstring pajama pants. The waist of his pants rides low, leaving me a perfect view of his v-line. I instinctively lick my lips, wanting to taste every part of his skin.
He smiles when he sees it’s me. “What are you doing here?”
My knuckles are white, holding the side of the trench coat closed. I swallow dryly. “I thought I’d come by to see if you were alone.”
His eyes immediately find the halfway-closed flaps of my coat. Rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, he pushes the door open farther with the other. “I am. Do you want to come in?”
“Yes. And good.” Keeping my coat closed, I walk through the door, having to duck under his outstretched arm.
As soon as I enter his space, I am hit with the spice and leather, causing my body to bathe in goosebumps as it immediately recognizes the divine scent of him. Mason’s apartment still has quite a few moving boxes laying around, but all the essentials are there, including a leather sofa.
Before he is done closing the door, I turn my heels to face him and quickly loosen my grip on the fabric to untie the belt of the coat, and let it hang open, ready for when he turns around.
“Can I get you—” Mason’s mouth hangs open.
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, not sure what to do next. So, I just stand here, letting the cool air hit intimate parts of my skin.
“Fuck. You look—” His eyes are wide, and his pupils fully dilate while he takes a few steps toward me. His hands come up to my shoulders. He glides his hands along my skin, pushing off the heavy coat and letting it fall to the floor.
My knees go weak under his touch.
Mason’s breathing heavily as his eyes search every part of my body. “Get in the bedroom,” he commands.
A smile pulls at the corners of my mouth in excitement. Before I can move my feet, I feel his strong arms come around my back, picking me up by my hips. The force causes my long hair to fall in front of my face and his. “Damn, I love the way your hair smells,” he whispers as he inhales.
With one arm still hooked around my waist, he takes the other one and runs a hand through my hair, pulling me into his soft lips. My mouth molds into his deep kiss while I bring my arms up, sliding them along the warm skin of his back. “I’m glad you were home.”
“I’m glad you came over,” he says in a sultry tone.
I notice him growing bigger between my legs because the thin cotton of his pants provides little barrier, allowing me to feel every inch of him. Wrapping my arms around the back of his neck, I grind my core against his hard length, looking for some temporary relief to my own increasing arousal. Mason lets out a soft moan into my mouth, and I think he’s going to take me right here in the middle of the kitchen.
“On second thought . . .” he says, dropping me onto the cold granite countertop. The chill takes my breath away, but still, I smile and lean back, opening myself up to him with my palms flattened behind me.
“Here?”
Mason stands back to remove his pants and boxers, and I watch him like my entire life depends on him simply removing his articles of clothing while my clit pulses between my drenched thighs.
“Yes, I want your cum all over this fucking place.” He steps between my legs, forcing them to part.Damn.
I sit myself up, looping my arms back around the back of his neck. He runs his hands along the outside of my thighs and the curves of my hips before leaning into me with his steady arms stretched out straight. I tilt my head up so my eyes can lock with his, but the intensity of his stare burns into me, and I have to look away.
“Keep this on,” he demands, snapping the string of my thong.
“Whatever you want.” I squeak out a barely audible response, then I pull him closer to me and bite his bottom lip, showing him I’m ready now.
Mason takes one hand and strokes his cock a few times. I scoot my body closer to the edge of the counter, letting his tip run along my slit. His arousal is warm and sticky, and as soon as I feel it on the outside of my folds, I lose it. Jolting my hips back and forth, I slam myself into him, forgetting that I still have panties on. Without a thought, I dive my hand between my legs and use two fingers to push the triangle-shaped lace aside.
His eyes follow my every movement, still pumping his cock. “You need to open your legs wider for me, B.”
I melt hearing him call me B and let my knees drop farther apart, opening myself fully for him, giving us both what we need. His other arm hooks around my lower back, yanking me closer and sliding himself in. With one rough thrust, he fills me completely. A vibrating sensation travels up my spine and forces a loud groan at the same time as Mason’s face tightens, letting out a rough grunt himself—matching the volume of mine.
“Fuck, Bailey,” he purrs.
