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Long nails dug into his butt. Her chin jutted upward. Her breathing shifted to low-pitched moaning and everything tightened around him.
Andie coming pulled his trigger big time. His balls clenched high and tight. Every drop of blood he owned must’ve rushed to his cock, because he felt hung like a giant as he came and then came some more. Drained in the true physical sense, he crashed, still deep inside her. For once he didn’t have to jump up and deal with a condom. Perfect, because he didn’t want to move.
“What I said earlier, the first time…” The words were right there, and this time, his head was clear. “I, uh…”
She focused on him. Heating him up all over, impossible as that should be. Even in the dim lighting of the moon, her eyes sparkled. Crazy beautiful. And he wanted to say it. To see her reaction, to hear her return the words. Fuck, where were his balls now, when he needed them for something other than sex?
One small, delicate hand moved to his chest. “It was sex talk, don’t worry about it.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“Oh.” Her bottom lip dropped, ever so slightly, before she sucked it between her teeth. “It’s okay. We don’t need to talk about…anything you said. Really.”
“I want to.” And still, he kept her hanging. Shit, why couldn’t he say it? “Yeah, I suck with words. This…” He captured that delicious mouth of hers. Took it over. Kissed her, softly yet thoroughly, hoping she got the message. Trying to pour three important words into a minute of lip work.
“Me too,” she whispered after they came up for air.
He smiled into space as she snuggled under his chin. Incredible.
* * *
ANDIE
Aface full of sunshine woke Andie. The no-blinds thing would drive her crazy if she slept here on a regular basis. Which she had been, the past week and a half, but wouldn’t be, less than a week from now.
Once Dylan got home from Scott’s cottage in Gravenhurst, she’d only get the opportunity to sleep with Mason—in the literal sense—on weekends.Ifthey lasted after the reality of her day-to-day life set in. And there was a good chance he wouldn’t be interested in sticking around for that.
He was gorgeous, fun, successful…and thirty. Why would he settle for an older woman with a divorce decree and a child?
Because he’d said he loved her during some very passionate sex? Pfft. That was then, and maybe even now, but next week would be entirely different. Something she had to keep in mind so she didn’t get her hopes up. Right…a bit too late on that aspiration.
Sunny day outside, cloudy mood inside. On a happier note, Mason was still in the bed. A first, and a fine one, at that. Having the opportunity to admire him while he slept made things a bit better. The negative reality crap could take a backseat for a few minutes.
She propped up on one arm. Where to start the ogle-fest? She pulled the sheet away carefully, exposing every naked inch of him for her viewing pleasure. God, he had long legs. Just hairy enough to be rough when they brushed against her skin. Like last night, when she humped his thigh like a horny dog. Shameless, that’s what he made her. Her libido hadn’t dipped below zoom since they met. Awake less than ten minutes and her body was revving up for action.
Checking out Mason’s morning glory made it worse. His cock stretched high across his flat abdomen, begging her to suck it to the back of her throat. Sweet heaven, her mouth was actually watering. Maybe she had a hormonal imbalance or something, to be jonesing for him around the clock.
She shook her head and forced her eyes above belt level. Arms strong enough to swing from—check. Perfect chiseled chest with its tattoo of the Franciscan cross that honored the patron saint of animals—yup, her nipples were getting hard simply from looking at it. Sexy hands—check and double check. Who’d have thought men’s hands could be sexy? Knowing the pleasure Mason’s hands delivered gave her the warm and tinglies every time she looked at them.
She slipped her hand under the sheet. One touch and her clit ached for her to finish the job. She’d masturbated in stealth mode plenty of times lying beside Scott. Completely silent, her body rigid on the mattress as she rubbed herself with furious efficiency. Could she pull it off with a naked sex god spread out in front of her? Not likely. Maybe it was time to wake him up.
Sunlight covered the bed. It had disturbed her sleep, but apparently had no effect on Mason, despite the brilliant glow hitting him in the face. His lips were a relaxed, straight line. She leaned in and kissed them delicately. He didn’t so much as twitch. She traced the set of his jaw. Put her fingers through his hair. No movement, the man was a log. His eyelids remained closed, covering the most mesmerizing blues she couldn’t say no to.
Not that she wanted to say no to Mason. Ever. Last night, though, no would’ve been the smarter answer. Sex without a condom. They’d discussed it one night after a rush trip to the pharmacy for yet another box. No risk of diseases, they were both doctor-approved. His disappointment that she wasn’t on the Pill had been clearer than this morning’s sky. And she could be on it.Shouldbe, now that she was back in the saddle and currently riding a virile stud.
Forty, single and pregnant wasn’t part of her plan. Now that she thought about it, though… Okay, she still harbored a smidgeon of baby lust. Maybe the possibility of an accidental pregnancy gave her a bit of a thrill, not chills. And Mason would be a great dad, she could tell.
Ugh, what was she thinking? Babies didn’t equal happily ever after. If last night had consequences, she’d deal with them on her own.
“Morning, beautiful.” Mason scrubbed at his jaw, cracked his neck once on each side. “What’s with the big sigh? You disappointed that I let my lazy ass linger in bed instead of getting up and making you an omelet?”
God, he was incredible. Outside. Inside. Her heart did another flip-flop. “That’s exactly what it is. I’m hungry and you’ve spoiled me for cold cereal.”
He hooked her by the knee and pulled her on top of him. “Yeah? Well, you’ve spoiled me for other things.”
Ditto and double ditto on that. Not so long ago, she fantasized about assorted random men on a regular basis. Now she couldn’t imagine being with anybody but Mason. She was in sooo deep. If she didn’t detour left or right in the next ten seconds, he was going to be in deep too. And they needed to talk when their bodies weren’t joined in all the good spots before they took any more chances.
“I’ll go start the coffee,” she said, scrambling off and away from temptation.
