Page 57 of Untroubled Heart

My head falls back with a moan as I roll and chase.

“Jesus, are you gonna make yourself come like this?”

“It’s been. A long. Time.” I keep moving, but it’s not enough. I’m painfully empty.

“What do I do?” he asks, dotting wet kisses over my neck, pausing to suck on the skin just below my collarbone. “What do you need?”

“Make it better, Mason,” I plead. “I’m aching.”

He carries me through the house until we’re in the kitchen, setting me on one of the trestle tables.

As soon as my arse hits the surface, his hands are framing my face again, thumbs caressing my cheeks as he kisses me, slow and deep. I pull him closer, wishing I could feel his bare skin on mine. My legs circle his waist, and when I move against him this time, I can feel him. All of him. Hard and thick. Just the thought of his cock has my legs quaking, and my pussy contracting around nothing. It’s driving me mad.

Mason’s breath falters as he breaks our kiss and looks down between us.

“What’s wrong?” Is he going to pull away again, like in his office? Shit, what are we doing?

“Nothing.” He shakes his head. “It’s just… It’s been a long time. I don’t have any protection, and I don’t want the first time I’m with you to be some quick fuck. You deserve more than that. I want it to be more than that.”

His words should be reassuring, but the weight of our next move has the power to change so much.

“Are we sure about this?” My hands twist in his T-shirt.

His eyes seem to dim, the fire in which he held me just moments ago simmering with uncertainty. “You’re not?”

“Maybe we’re caught in the moment?”

I can’t get a read on anything as I lock into his dual-toned eyes—one green, one blue, both hypnotising.

“I’ve been caught for weeks, you’re the one just catching up,” he says. “Trust me, I’m fucking sure about this. I want you endlessly. Repeatedly.” He closes his eyes as his forehead touches mine and his confession grows softer, more vulnerable. “You’re already buried so fucking deep under my skin, and I haven’t even touched you. Haven’t tasted you.”

I reach for the button on my shorts, popping it open before dragging the zipper down in invitation.

Fuck it.

“So taste me.”

Pinning me with his heated gaze, he pulls at my shorts. I lift so he can move them under my arse, then he keeps going, taking them down my legs, never letting his gaze drop from mine.

When he’s on his knees before me, he tosses the shorts over his shoulder, and only then does he allow his eyes to move between my legs.

For a split second, the insecurity threatens to bleed in, snatching the moment of bliss away, but as Mason teases his fingertips up my thighs, and I watch his face shift from simple want to ruthless desperation, my body sinks into the reassurance he wordlessly provides. His touch, his eyes, they tell a story of undeniable need.

The backs of his fingers brush over my covered centre, forcing a gasp as he moves over me, stroking down the inside of my other thigh until he’s at my knees and pushing me open.

I sigh, dropping my head as I lean back on my hands. My nipples are hard and tingling, aching for attention like I’ve never felt before. I’m powerless to stop the way I squirm on the table in anticipation.

Mason kisses the inside of my knee, dotting along the trembling skin as he moves closer and closer to my pussy. I’m on the verge of combustion when he kisses me over the lace of my panties, and the moan I release comes from the depths of my soul.

He does it again, and I feel light-headed.

When he eases a finger under the fabric and pushes it aside to lay a whisper of a kiss against my clit, I’m a panting mess.

I grip the edges of the table. “Oh, God.”

He works me up with his mouth until I’m at a fever pitch before unleashing his tongue on me. Up and down he strokes, humming as he indulges. My whole body is alive as he teases me with such beautiful torture, I just want to scream.

He suctions his lips over my clit, flicking his tongue against the hard bud, and I can’t hold back anymore. I bury my hands in his hair, bucking against his mouth. “Fuck, right there.”