Mason was an enigma to me. I didn’t know anything about him, yet I knew what his body felt like. His skin was soft and warm, his chest solid and smooth, and his cock was thick and long. He wore suits, he was devastatingly handsome, and after he had hurt me, he made me feel good.
On the surface, he was the kind of man I daydreamed about. Beneath that were layers and pieces I couldn’t begin putting together. Why would a man like him take a sudden interest in a girl like me?
Why are you doing this? You want him; let him do whatever he wants to you. Stop trying to ruin this.
“Why did you kidnap me?” I finally asked him, causing him to pause in the middle of pulling another chunk of muffin off.
“Did I force you to get in the car?” He quirked a dark brow, leaning back on his elbow.
“Well, no. But–”
“I didn’t kidnap you, Katie-Kat. I gave you a chance to say no. You came with me out of your free will.”
“You said you were taking me home.”
“This is your home.”
We stared at one another. He looked amused; I was frustrated. If this wasn’t kidnapping, what was it?
“You held a dope rag over my face to knock me out. What was that, then?”
He let out a mirthful laugh and sat back up.
“Katie, that was me taking precautions. I couldn’t have you wide awake and memorizing the route. I did that for your safety. ”
“Do you have any idea how insane you sound? Were you the one behind the roses?” I held up the flower by its thorny stem. I knew the answer already, but I needed to hear it from him.
“I gave you roses because they remind me of you. They represent new beginnings, innocence, sympathy, and purity. All those things relate to you. There’s more to them than meets the eye. They have a subtle beauty that can be overlooked by others.” He ran his thumb over my cheek, pressing a lingering kiss on my forehead.
He sat the muffin on the tray before taking hold of my wrists and running his thumbs over the scars.
“You’re so much more than the strange girl your mother tries to hide from the world. No one should be ashamed of you. Your flaws make you the closest thing to perfection I’ve ever seen.”
“Mason.” Sighing, I rested my forehead against his. This situation was so beyond normal; I gave up trying to make sense of it. The biggest question was why? Why did he have such devotion to my well-being? How the hell did he know I was in the hospital?
“Why did you take me?” Pulling away from him, I looked into his eyes, searching for answers. Instead of answering me, he cupped my jaw, adding pressure to force my mouth open.
He brought our lips together, using his tongue to tempt mine. Wrapping my arms around the back of his neck, I mimicked his movements. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I registered that this was my first real kiss.
He was my first everything, making me feel things I never knew I could. I hated it. This wasn’t normal. Why couldn’t I just be normal? He tasted like fresh cinnamon and mint; it would forever be my favorite flavor.
His dark hair was still damp from a recent shower. When the sheet fell away, exposing my round breasts, I was too caught up in him to care. He broke the kiss off after a few minutes, nuzzling his nose against mine.
“You have an amazing body. I want to paint you on a mural,” he murmured.
It took me a second to understand what he meant.
“You’re a painter?”
He’s gorgeous, artistic, thoughtful, and can make you come. Who cares how you got here? Why would you want to give that up?
Mason leaned back, dropping his gaze to my chest.
“I’m a lot of things,” he confessed, reaching out and tracing my breasts with his fingertips. Could he feel how fast my heart was beating?
“Some people have vices that terrify those raised to believe certain things are right and wrong. I’m one of those people.”
What?
