Page 163 of The Golden Hour

Mason turns Honey to face him fully and presses her gently against the changing table, his hands roaming over her body.

It’s not enough.

“Touch me,” she whimpers.

“I am, baby,” he coos.

Huffing, she grabs his wandering hand and guides it under her shirt and toward her breast. Insecurity strikes her for only one second, because Mason moans—literally moans—once his hand meets her bare skin.

Honey gasps at the sensation of his warm palm kneading softly, his fingers brushing her sensitive nipple.

“Beautiful, beautiful girl…” he says, pulling back to meet her eyes. “Can I?”

His eyes are heated, wide and wild, and her pussy weeps at the sight. He’s so handsome, looking at her like she’s a meal and he’s starving.

The last thread of insecurity just fades.

He chose her. He wants her. Only her.

He could have had anyone he wanted, anyone at that hospital, the beautiful Dr. Lewis, and yet…

He’s here with Honey. She smiles and whips her shirt off, leaving her in her leggings, socks, and necklace.

Mason’s eyes drop down to her breasts and glaze over, the same way they did when they were sixteen, fumbling through their first time making love in his bed before his parents got home from work.

“Oh my God, Honey.”

Torturously slow, he raises his hands from her hips, his warm touch trailing up her stomach. Goosebumps rise on her skin, her nipples hardening as if anticipating his touch, and then finally his hands cup her breasts.

His hands gently squeeze, his eyes back on hers like he’s studying, relearning her after not touching her like this for over a year and a half. Honey bites her lip and arches when he brushes his thumbs across her nipples.

Then Mason bends, keeping eye contact the entire time, as he sucks her right nipple into his mouth.

She tosses her head back and moans loudly. “Mason!”

Pleasure explodes from the area, spreading through her body, making her pussy ache with need. She rubs her legs together, searching for relief.

Mason, knowing what she needs, slots his leg between them and she grinds herself against his thigh.

“You have the prettiest tits, baby,” Mason groans, moving from one breast to the other, kissing and licking and worshipping each with equal attention. “God, I could do this all fucking day. You are perfect, every inch of you…”

He moans around her breast when she slides her hands into his dark hair, her nails scratching at his scalp, and she continues to rub her pussy against his thigh.

“That’s right, Honey,” he murmurs around her nipple, sucking hard. “Use me however you want, baby. I’m yours. I’m all yours.”

“Mason, I want…” she squeaks when his teeth graze her sensitive skin. “I want…”

“Tell me, baby,” Mason murmurs, his voice so sweet. “Tell me, I’ll give you anything you want, my sweet girl, my Honey…”

“I want you,” Honey sighs at his words, at the pleasure of his touch, at the happiness flooding every corner of her body. “I want you.”

She gasps when his hands suddenly go to her ass and scoop her into his arms, and then she giggles and wraps her legs around his waist. He pulls her mouth down to his to kiss her as he guides them out of Daisy’s room.

“You’re going the wrong way!” Honey giggles, realizing he turned right instead of left.

“Shit, sorry,” Mason chuckles against her lips. “All the blood from my brain is traveling south.”

“Silly,” she kisses him again as he kicks open their bedroom door and gently sets her down on their brand new bed. “Lucky you have me around.”