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Her breath caught as he moved inside her.
He stopped, brushed wisps of hair from her ear to tickle it with his deep, leathery voice. “You okay? Is this too much?”
“God, no…keep going…deeper, it feels so good when you’re deep.” The strokes got longer, easier. Faster. The spiral of need between her legs built each time he thrust, with each flicker of vibration across her clit. Guttural, raw moaning filled the room—mostly hers, some his—each time he stroked into her with his full length. None of her toys came close to the sensation of Mason’s cock filling her ass. “Oh god, that’s so good…”
“You’re gonna make me come with those sounds.” He caught her earlobe between his teeth. Nibbled it while breathing hot and hard on her neck.
Every cell in her body wanted to come with him. “Do it…” She tipped over instantly, bombarded by the urgent, tingling need radiating inside and out, front and back.
He hollered her name and a string of beautiful curses, then collapsed on her back, huffing as if he’d run ten miles, uphill.
Together they made one sweaty, greasy heap of satisfaction.
“You were right,” she said between breaths. “Knowing stuff about each other is good.”
“That it is, babe.” He laughed, then kissed her thoroughly before rolling away to take care of business.
She didn’t try to hide the giddy smile. Yes, he knew how to turn her on, how to make her frantic with need, and how to satisfy her in ways she’d never thought possible. Maybe…he’d be able to make her believe in love again too.
Chapter Thirteen
MASON
“So much for our lunch.” Andie stood, hands on her hips, glaring at the furry glutton sitting on a kitchen chair, serenely cleaning his face.
Mason looked from the demolished casserole to the cat, then to Andie. “Looks like Hugo enjoyed it.”
The glare turned to him.
Shit, wrong thing to say. “I bet there’s enough left for a couple of small servings if we,” he poked at it with a fork, “scrape away the parts with the gnaw marks. And the cat hair.”
“Not helping.” With that combination of fire in her eyes and sex-mussed everything else, she was adorable.
He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and bent his head to her ear. “I’d give up any meal for what we just did.” Less than ten minutes ago he’d had her every which way and come like a fucking volcano, and already his cock perked up at the mere mention of more. “I’d live on bread and water if it meant fucking you that way every day.”
“Okay, that’s helping,” she said, sounding a little breathless.
“I wanted to take you out this afternoon anyway, so we’ll start with lunch on the way. Go get ready.” He released her with a light smack on her silky robe-covered ass. “Put on the red dress I packed for you.”
She stiffened, stared up at him, unmoving as the seconds ticked by.
“Babe, you okay?”
“You’re telling me what to wear.”
“I like you in red.” Such as that red bra and panties she’d had on last night, or the red sexy-as-hell shoes. “Yeah, definitely wear the red dress.” Her hair called to him, so he twirled a section of it around his finger. Soft and silky. If he got closer, it’d smell fresh as a spring day, like it always did. “And leave your hair down.” Easy access while they were out and about. Her expression whenever he played with her hair made him feel like king of the world.
The glare she gave him as she pushed his hand away, not so much. What the fuck…? Chin in the air, she huffed out of the room. Shut his bedroom door with enough gusto to rattle the house. Apparently slamming doors when pissed was Andie’s thing. Could be worse. It’d sure be nice to know what had set her off, though. Women.
Some of the chicken was salvageable. He dealt with the casserole, left the dish for Hugo and took his chances knocking on the bedroom door. “Can I come in?”
“It’s your house.”
He grunted. She’d sure treated it like her own when the mystery tantrum came on. He turned the knob and found her standing by his bed, hands on those curvy hips, toe tapping on the hardwood. Call him fucked-up, but her fiery stance did it for him. Act on it, though? No way. He wasn’t that stupid.
Her eyes followed every step as he moved around the room. Burned a hole through him would be more accurate.
He dared to smile at her while throwing on some clothes. No return on that investment. “You chose the purple dress,” he said, stopping in front of her.
