Her own eyes were dark but had an almost dreamy quality to them. “Yeah.”
He kissed her again, starting slow with his tongue sliding along hers until the kiss grew hungrier and then her hips began to move against him and all he could do was hold on. The air between them became hot and humid as she continued to ride him and all he could manage were words of encouragement, telling her how good she felt and what she was doing to him. He was unraveling quicker all the time.
Mason reached into her hair, wrapping the silken strands in his fist. “Are you ready this time?” he asked. When she nodded, he tightened his hold and pulled. Her body arched to him, her nails digging into his shoulder as she swore.
“So, you do like that?” He panted against the damp skin of her chest.
“Yes. God, Mason.”
He gripped her hair tighter against her scalp and she cried out, jerking within his arms, and he suddenly lost his own control. The air filled with their heavy breathing as they returned to their senses. He didn’t want to let go, for fear she would sprint away. He held her to him, feeling her muscles go lax while their hearts returned to their normal beating patterns. He brushed his lips across her shoulder.
“I’ve got you,” Mason said in a low voice. “And I want to learn everything you like.”
He meant it.
