He relaxes, lifting his head out of his hands and tilts it toward mine. His eyes trace the features of my face. “I’m glad I did too.” His words come out sounding raw and hoarse. Rubbing his lipsover my forehead, he leaves light kisses on my skin. He gently grabs my wrists, pulling my arms around him tighter and into a deep embrace from behind before resting his hands on top of mine.
Holding me against his broad shoulders and abdomen causes heat to plunge down my body like a cascading waterfall. A warmth that travels from my belly button, into my pelvis, and settles in a pool between my legs. My eyelids grow heavy, falling shut.
Mason must have picked up on the rapid increase of my pulse because he’s twisting his body around toward mine. His arms swing over, gripping my hips as he slides me onto his lap. I’m now straddling him face to face with our foreheads touching.
“Where have you been all week?” I whisper, wanting to find out why he’s kept his distance.
He raises his hands up, finding both of my cheeks, then he glides them up until his fingers are combing through my hair. “I’ve just had a lot going on, that’s all. Did you miss me?”
“No,” I answer, refusing to let on that I’ve ached for him this whole time.
“You’re lying.”
“I am.” The energy from his touch causes a heavenly tingling sensation on my skin. My breath slows and becomes more labored while the air around us is thick with emotion. I catch the deep rise and fall of my chest under my eyelashes.
Mason’s gaze focuses on my chest, taking a second to appreciate how my body craves him. And I think that only intensifies his arousal more. Ready to bust out of his pants, he rocks me back and forth, poking me through the thin cotton of my joggers.
“I knew it,” he growls. “And are you wearing my sweats?“
When I got out of the shower earlier this evening, I pulled on a pair of gray joggers. But shortly after slipping them on, I noticedthat they were a couple sizes too big. When it dawned on me that they were Mason’s, I didn’t take them off, enjoying the fact that they were his.
I bite my lip, glancing down at my legs. “Yes, I am.”
“I like that. You look sexy in my clothes.” Both of his hands are back in my hair as he firmly turns my head to the side to gain access to my neck. His lips lightly dust all the way down until he reaches the hollow of my collarbone. “Maybe I could keep more things here?” he mutters.
The thought of Mason leaving some of his things here excites me, temporarily flooding my stomach with little butterflies. But the only reason why that question slipped is because he’s feeling vulnerable, and it doesn’t help that he’s been drinking. I push the feeling of excitement aside, dismissing his question and refusing to answer.
He’s made his way to my chest, nipping at the sensitive parts of my skin.
Kiss.
Bite.
Kiss.
Bite.
Just as a groan escapes. “I don’t have any condoms.”
“That’s okay. I’ll pull out again. Now, take your pants off,” he softly commands.
I nod without hesitation, lifting myself off him and pulling one leg up and out of his joggers, then, shifting sides, I remove the other. At the same time, Mason pulls off his black hoodie, taking his white undershirt with it. When his arms are free, he slides his hands under my T-shirt, pushing it up and over my head. I shake my long hair out of the bottom of the shirt.
“You’re so fucking perfect. I’m so lucky that I get to have you.” His words come out choppy and strained.
I run my hands along the ridges of his abs, stopping to feel every dip and curve. Goosebumps sweep his skin under my delicate touch. “So are you.” I smile, bringing my lips to his. His mouth opens, welcoming me into it with a slight tease of his tongue.
Mason’s palms slide down my back onto the cushion of my ass, then he grips both sides of my hips, rocking me into him. I moan into his lips before he breaks our kiss to tip his head down and take one of my breasts in his mouth, sucking and flicking my nipple with his tongue. My chest flushes, burning under his wet lips.
“Take your pants off, Mason,” I say, rocking my throbbing clit on the top of his jeans.
He doesn’t hesitate either. He leans back right as I brace myself forward, slightly lifting off of him so he can quickly slip his pants off. Bringing his palm back to grip my hips, I swing my leg around until I’m straddling him once again. He is hard and red, but I haven’t taken him in yet. Instead, I hover so slightly above him, only allowing the tip to enter, teasing him.
He gives me a wicked grin. “You’re so wet for me, B. You’re drenching the tip of my cock.”
I smile back at him. Taking my tongue and tracing it along his bottom lip.
“It’s all for you.”
