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All that matters now is her, this moment, this last time.
Liv looks back over her shoulder. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and there’s a flush to her face that I can see even though there is little light in the room. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. I have no idea how she stayed single all these years. For the first time in a very long time, I regret that I can’t get serious with someone. Or, fuck, have one more night with them. But in this moment, I know that there will probably never be a woman like her in my life. She’s not looking for a repeat past tonight, and I…well, I know I’m not what she’s looking for.
I place a hand on either side of her on top of the mattress and lean forward to take a nip out of her butt cheek. She gasps at my touch. The erotic sound spurs my hunger, and I start to wonder if I will ever be able to get this woman out of my system. I run the flat of my tongue over the skin I bit as she shifts her legs on the mattress.
I want to play more, to spend more time on her body. Like the next week, but I know we don’t have that time left. Instead of indulging in regrets, I grab a condom off the bedside table and roll it on. I pull her up to her to her knees and guide my cock to her pussy. She’s wet and warm, her muscles clamping down on me as I thrust into her all the way to the hilt.
Fuck me.
Each time feels better than the last. I start to move in and out of her, my fingers digging into the flesh on her hips. Over and over again, I drive into her, the slapping of flesh filling the room.
“Touch yourself, Liv. Make yourself come.”
I feel her fingers pressing against her clit as I thrust into her one more time. Her inner muscles ripple over my cock and I’m lost in her, in this moment. I groan out her name as I throw my head back. It’s one of the most intense orgasms of my life, and by the time I collapse, I think there is a good chance I might be dead.
She grunts when I fall on top of her.
“Sorry,” I mumble, using what little energy I have left to pull out of her.
She waves her hand in the air but she doesn’t say anything. I lean forward, kiss her shoulder, then slip off the bed and into the bathroom. After tossing away the condom, I step back into the bedroom and stop short. Liv is already asleep again, curled up on her side facing me, cuddled up to a pillow.
Something moves through me, warm and wonderful and weird. I don’t know why I feel this connection, but I do. I pad quietly over to the bed and slip in behind her, sliding my arm around her.
“Hmm, Mason.” Then she lets out a little snore that has me smiling. I kiss her head and settle down. Wishing for more is normal, but I know that it isn’t in the cards for us. If the universe wants us together, it will find a way. No sense worrying about that right now.
It’s my last thought as I drift off to sleep.
ChapterSeven
LIV
It’s just before dawn when I wake. No matter how late I was up last night, I can’t help but wake up around six Texas time, which makes it just after five here in Vegas.
As quietly as I can, I slip out of bed, trying not to jostle Mason. I stand there for what seems like hours and stare at him.
He isn’t my type of guy. Of course, Avery would say I haven’t had a type since Sam died, but even before then. Looking at him, he’s too pretty for me. Sam had a bit of a wild streak, but he kept it under wraps. Mason is different. He lets it out there for the world to see with his tattoos, his piercings, and that sexy mouth of his.
I turn away from the bed because I know that if I don’t, I’ll crawl back in for one more time. As I take a step, I wince at the pull. I hate to admit Avery might have been right about those cobwebs, but it had been a really long time. Having a man touch me is much better than dating my battery-operated boyfriend.
I gather up my clothes and go to the bathroom. Once I shut the door and turn on the light, the first thing I notice is all the red marks on my skin. He has a bit of a beard and well, he had his mouth just about everywhere on my body last night and this morning.
A flush of heat rushes through me at the thought of the four times he took me. I’ve never been overly sexual, but damn, that man brings it out in me.
And I’m standing in the bathroom thinking about crawling back into bed with him. I push that thought aside and go about my business. Once I’m dressed, I take a bit of toothpaste to freshen my breath, then I tackle my hair. It tells the tale of last night, and I can still imagine his fingers sliding through it as he rode me from behind.
I close my eyes and shiver. I don’t think I could have picked a more perfect man to end my very dry spell. Drawing in a deep breath, I open my eyes. Last night was about letting loose, being that woman who didn’t have fifty million things on her plate. This morning…I’m that woman with a full plate. Since my hair still looks a mess, I finger-comb my hair, then straighten my shoulders. Time to be that woman.
My phone buzzes on the counter and I see a text thread that apparently I missed while I was busy last night.
Avery:I’m assuming you’re not coming back to the room tonight.
Avery:We changed the locks. You can’t get in.
I roll my eyes.
Gerry:Why the hell am I getting these texts? I’m in bed next to you.
Avery:I thought that we should all be on this thread so that if she does a 911 we all get it.
