Page 32 of Hidden Obsession

He reached her and kept walking as she backed up until she was against the wall by the window. ”Fuck the dishes.” His hands grasped her wrists, lifting them to the wall behind her head as he pressed his body against hers, pushing his leg between the sweet heat of her thighs. He heard her breath hitch as her eyes became hooded. Fuck this woman-owned him.

His mouth crashed down on hers in a kiss that was a claiming, a declaration. She kissed him back, her hands moving over his shoulders and back as he lost himself in her. Cleo rode his hip as he teased her with his mouth. Lifting, he drew her shirt over her head before dipping his head and sucking the peak of her tight nipple into his mouth.

The arch of her neck as she cried out for him and reached for her climax as she writhed against him was the sweetest torture.

“That’s it, Cleo, ride me. Get yourself off.”

His words seemed to flip a switch, and she screamed his name as he quickly undid his zipper and grabbed a condom from his wallet. Everything was a fever pitch; he needed to feel her wet heat around him, squeezing him as he fucked her. Sheathing himself, he hitched her skirt over her hips and not bothering to remove her panties, pushed the fabric aside as he thrust into her. Her eyelids fluttered closed on a moan, as her hands clenched on him.

“Fuck, Cleo, you feel like heaven.”

His words seemed to spur her on because she dragged his head to hers as she kissed him with the same passion. They were perfect together, like she had been made for him. His hips moved as he drove them higher toward the brink, needing the release only she could give him. Her walls fluttered around him, and he knew she was close. With his cock inside her, his mouth sucking on her nipple and his thumb at her clit she came—hard. Screaming and clenching around him as he felt her grip him so tight, he saw stars. Watching her come down was the single most erotic thing he had ever witnessed. Not being able to hold back, he pumped his cock into her as he felt the ripple of his release along his spine, and then he was filling her body with his release.

He felt shredded and euphoric as his climax hit with such power his legs almost gave. He felt her hands cradle his head to her chest as they both fought to catch their breath. Finally, he looked up, wondering if he would see anger for being so rough with her. He instead saw a satisfied smile.

“That, Mason Bentley, was fucking hot.”

Yeah, she was perfect for him, and he would die before he let anyone hurt a hair on her head. “I love you, Cleo.” His voice was tender as he traced her bottom lip. His dick still inside her, still semi-erect.

“Well, I guess that’s good because I love you too.”

His Cleo never failed to amaze him. “Need to deal with this condom, but then I’m going to make love to you in our bed.” He withdrew from her and made sure she was steady before dropping a kiss on her mouth and moving away.

“Mason.”

He turned from the door to the hallway and looked at her. “Yes, baby?”

Her eyes went soft at the endearment. “I mean it, I love you.”

“I know you do, baby. Now get your ass in bed, I want to make love to you again.”

He chuckled at the eye roll she gave him but watched as she walked toward the bedroom, ignoring the dishes before he closed the bathroom door.