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“Not this way.” He withdrew, stepped back.
“I thought you liked me sucking you.”
“I fucking love it. I think about it pretty much every minute I’m not with you.” The truck bounced as he jumped down. He patted the edge of the tailgate. “Get over here, gorgeous. Open up for me. Nice and wide.”
No other man had ever said these kinds of things to her. Looked at her the way Mason did, as if being with her—fucking, touching, tasting—was the most important thing in his world. She’d crawl naked over broken glass to get to him when he looked at her that way. Or across the bed of his truck.
“You brought condoms.” Her mouth actually watered watching him roll one on.
“When I’m with you, always.”
“That’s sweet.” She positioned herself in front of him, legs bent, the soles of her feet barely gripping the metal.
He laughed and pulled her closer so that her ass nearly hung off the edge of the truck. He spread her feet farther apart. Wrapped his hand around his cock and guided it to her entrance, teasing her with the tip. “It’s sweet that I want to fuck you every time I see you?”
“God, yes. Bring condoms, forget the flowers.”
“Damn. I spent forty bucks on roses for nothing.”
“The roses were beautiful, I love them. Now shut up and do me.”
MASON
“Good plan.” He pushed inside in one, smooth thrust. Balls-deep. He gritted his teeth and held still, savoring the clench of her muscles around him. Fuck, she felt right. Buried to the hilt, he ground against her clit the way she liked. Her soft moan, the arched back, sunshine and sweat on her skin…he’d never last. Slow and easy was going to kill him.
“Mason,” her eyes opened enough to focus on his, “don’t hold back.”
“After you—”
“No, now. Fuck me hard. I want to watch you lose control for a change.”
He wanted that too. To get lost in her. Wanted to stop thinking and ride the wave of pleasure that hit every time she surrounded him with her soft warmth, scent and sounds. Wanted it so much his balls ached. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” She trailed her fingers across her nipples. She plucked them, then moved one hand lower and started circling her clit.
“Jesus.” He didn’t have to move. He could come from watching her play with herself, nothing more. He braced his hands on her hips and pulled back until only the head of his cock was inside her. Drove in fast and full.
“Harder,” she said when he backed out again.“Harder.”
She wanted it hard, wanted him to lose control? Wanted him to own her, to show her that he wasn’t going to let her run away?
He curled his fingers into the fleshy curve of her ass. Looked in her eyes and slammed into her. Again and again. Sweat rolled down his face, forcing his eyes closed. Sounds filled his ears—slapping skin, sharp breaths, grunts and moans…and Andie’s voice, muttering single words that meant she was coming.
He hollered some single words of his own, and with one last, deep thrust, finished in a heap on her chest.
“Mason—I—can’t breathe.”
“Right.” He eased out and off. Found his land legs after a few seconds. Blinked until the little birds and stars disappeared.
She sat, knees folded under her ass, fingering a big tangle in the back of her hair. “This gives new meaning to the term bedhead. Between the blazing sun and physical exertion, I bet I sweated half my makeup off too. Look away…”
The view of her back as she jokingly turned away curled his gut. “Andie…your back…does it hurt?”
Soulful blue eyes blinked up at him. “No, should it?”
She had no idea. But she would, as soon as she got in front of a mirror. How could he have been such a selfish, reckless dick? Withher.
“You’ve got rug burn. Or crap-ass blanket burn. It’s pretty raw.”
