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ChapterNine
LACY
There was a soft knock at the door just before it opened. I perched on the edge of the bed, waiting for what came next. I’d put the robe back on, my decision made.
“Hi,” I spoke softly as he closed the door, pulling the panels of the robe tighter around my body.
“Hi,” Mason answered, his brown eyes studying the robe, my face, all of me. “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine.” I inhaled quietly, but deeply. The decision had been simple enough to make, now I just had to carry it out.
“Are you alright?” he asked when I didn’t say anything else but watched him back instead.
He was a gorgeous man, one that drew me like no other ever had before. This might be a mistake, but I could live with that. I think. “I’m fine, really. Just not sure what to do now.”
“You let me lead the way, Lacy, that’s all you have to do.” He held out his hand, waiting for me.
I got up and went to him, coming close to him. He’d explored parts of me, intimate parts of me, done things to me that I’d never hoped to experience, so I wasn’t shy anymore, but I was hesitant. I didn’t want to make a mistake, I wanted this to all be perfect.
I put my hands on his chest, leaning into him, my face tilting up to his. Would he kiss me? I wanted to feel his lips against mine, to taste him, to feel all of him, as he’d felt me. Would he allow that?
“I know what you want, Lacy, and I will give it to you. Everything you want and more. If you want to continue?” Mason’s hot words were a feather across my lips, spoken with so much heat I could feel the warmth.
My mouth parted in answer, willing him to bring those full red lips just a fraction of an inch closer.
I’d come here tonight looking for an escape, and adventure, not knowing that what I really wanted was to find him. Yet, I had found him, and now he was teasing me, provoking the itch inside of me that had started to moment he’d walked back in. The itch to have more of him, all of him.
Mason stared down at me, his dark hair a curtain above those twinkling brown eyes, with a smirk of satisfaction on his face. He knew exactly what I wanted; he was just determined to make me wait for it. Or beg for it. Was that what he was after?
“Do you have an answer for me, Lacy? Or am I supposed to just guess?” His lips brushed against mine this time, the invitation there.
I looked up into his eyes again, wanting to say so many things, but I knew actions could sometimes speak louder than words. I moved my hands up from his chest, around his neck and into the silky hair at the back of his head.
The weight of my hands was enough to tilt his head forward just enough that the space closed between us, and I finally felt his hot lips against mine. The moment was sweet, intoxicating, and all I’d wanted. When his lips parted, and I felt the slide of his tongue along my bottom lip, I opened my mouth, allowing him to invade that part of me.
He groaned, and I felt something go tight inside of me in response. I made a noise, a sigh, that seemed to invite more from him because his moved to touch me, first to grasp at him my hips, then to glide around my waist.
Need flared back to life, a flame that burned through me to pool deep in my abdomen. I knew what he could do now, what he could wring from my body, but I wanted all of him this time, every inch of him inside of me as he took me to that place again.
I pushed my body against his, not wanting to break the kiss to ask for me. Mason obliged, bringing his hands from behind me to travel up my abdomen, over my ribs, until he found my breasts and cupped them tightly. It wasn’t pain I felt then, it was exquisite relief.
My hands traveled over him, down his back, to his ass to cup the tight muscle. The man had a very fine ass. I didn’t know until then that cupping a man there could make your hands feel very good, but I did then. I purred with satisfaction which set something off in him because he broke our kiss to push me back against a wall.
Our eyes locked as my head came up, and I saw something burning in his eyes, something dark and hungry, a primal part of him that needed to feed. On me.
“Do you want me to fuck you against this wall or do you want me on the bed?” His lips moved, drawing my eyes there, away from the dangerous animal in his eyes, an animal that I wasn’t about to back away from but couldn’t look at for too long.
“Either one is fine with me,” I answered in a way that sounded much braver than I felt.
“Hm,” Mason murmured, his right index finger coming up to tease at my bottom lip. “I like the idea of having you here, with your legs wrapped around my waist, but I think I’d much rather have you on that bed, panting my name.”
“Oh,” I breathed out on a sigh, the mental images strong and lurid. “Maybe both then?”
“Maybe,” he answered, and surprised me when he pulled me up so that my legs went around his waist, the robe open to allow him to see all of me. “Mm, delicious.”
His hands held my bottom as though I was little more than a pillow, easily and without strain. I stopped caring about how heavy I was, or wasn’t, when I felt the long, thick ridge of him pressed into me through his pants. I wasn’t aware of my lip between my teeth, but I felt it as I reached up to unbutton his shirt. I hadn’t seen him naked at all yet. I wanted to change that.
Mason let me pull the buttons free without complaint, choosing instead to watch me as I pushed the panels of the shirt away to reveal, smooth silky skin covered in tattoos. A lot of them. I could only make out black ink, something that looked like a face, maybe, and scrollwork before he hitched me a little higher, bringing my breasts closer to his mouth.
