Page 68 of Fallen Hero

Heart later.

Chapter Sixteen

“Sweetness, you keep staring at me with those pretty eyes of yours, I’m gonna think you want that kiss now.”

Yes! Please.

“Fuck,” he snarled, stepping closer and dropping his head so his mouth was at my ear. “Is that what you want, Calli? You want your kiss now, baby?”

My head bobbled in what I hoped was a nod, but with all things Mason filling my senses—including his hard body pressed against me—I wasn’t positive I pulled off my approval.

“Then take it,” he rumbled.

The gravel in his voice sent a bolt of electricity to my core. His taunt made me bold. But when his lips skimmed over my cheek on their journey to my mouth, desire turned into a craving. I needed him to kiss me. The urgency was fueled by primal want, a hunger so intense it felt animalistic. My heart was beating erratically, my clit pulsed, my breasts felt heavy. Every inch of my body readied itself for Mason.

“Please,” I begged.

I fisted his shirt, pulling him closer. Or was I anchoring myself to him while the storm he created threatened to take me under?

A slow glide of his tongue over the seam of my lips gave me the answer—totally holding on for dear life.

“Open for me, Calli.”

I parted my lips. Unlike mine from last night, there was nothing tentative about Mason’s kiss. His tongue stroked mine, coaxing at first, then demanding. He deepened the kiss, taking it from hungry to downright intense.

This wasn’t a kiss—it was possession.

“Christ,” he groaned, breaking the connection.

I whimpered my protest. “More.”

“Calli—”

“Please, Mase.”

It didn’t register he’d moved us until my back hit the wall.

“Keep your hands on my shoulders.” He softened the bite of his command by brushing his knuckles along my jaw.

I followed his directive and let go of his shirt. When my hands were where he wanted them, he leaned in, kissed my throat, and issued another order. “Spread for me.”

I shuffled my feet apart. His hand went to the space I’d created, and he used the edge of his finger to gently stroke. I groaned at the contact and shifted closer.

Mason didn’t lift his lips from my neck when he spoke. The vibration tickled, but his question ignited a fire only he could extinguish. “You spread for me, Calli, but still I gotta ask, is this the more you wanted?”

“Yes.”

“Like this?” He twisted his hand and circled my clit with his fingertip. “Or do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?”

My brain was short-circuiting from the gentle over-the-clothes maneuver. With each circle, he brought me closer to climax. I would’ve been embarrassed if I had any working brain cells, however, in my haze of euphoria, there was no shame.

My hips jolted and I moaned, “Mase.”

That was as far as I got when he made the decision for me.

“I wanna feel you, sweetness. You okay with that?”

“Yes.”