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She took a step toward him, putting her hands on his chest. Ellie slowly rose onto her tiptoes, and even then, he had to bend his head down to meet her lips.
The kiss was warm and sweet, but it quickly deepened. His hot, wet lips on hers demanded more, and Ellie couldn’t wait to give it to him. She pressed her body against his and writhed, lost in the feeling of their tongues exploring each other’s mouths.
“Well, goodnight,” Mason said again, trying to step back. Ellie shook her head. There was no way she was going to let him be a gentleman about this.
“Would you like to come in?” she asked breathlessly. “For coffee?”
Mason nodded, his eyes darkening as they stared deep into hers. “I really would,” he whispered, bending down for another kiss.
EIGHT
ELLIE
They barely made it through the door before they were kissing again. Ellie had never experienced a kiss like this in her entire life.
It was as if the sweet, stroking sensation of Mason’s lips on hers resonated through every inch of her body. His hands gripping her waist thrilled her, and the crush of his strong chest against her soft breasts was such an intense pleasure that her nipples ached.
Mason cupped her jaw with one hand, and she leaned her cheek into his palm. Immediately, he nuzzled under her ear and teased her throat with featherlight touches from his lips. Ellie cried out, thrusting herself against him.
Mason staggered back, grabbing her around the waist and holding onto her, so they didn’t fall. Ellie giggled, so intoxicated by her own passion that she didn’t care if they fell into a twisted heap on the floor.
With one strong arm, Mason lifted her off her feet and swept her to the couch in one smooth movement. Ellie leaned back against the cushions, her breath heaving in and out as she looked up at him.
Mason’s eyes darkened, his brow furrowing slightly. Ellie sat up, touching his cheek.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her heart twisting in her chest.
Don’t you want me?
“Ellie …” Mason looked away as if she was a vision too bright for his eyes to look upon. “If I don’t go to my own room now, I never will.”
Ellie sat quietly, feeling her lust and passion raging through her blood. Her nipples were alive with tongues of fire, her clit and pussy throbbing as her body screamed for Mason’s touch.
She knew all the reasons why they should go slowly. She also couldn’t think of any of them right now.
“I know,” Ellie said softly. His dark eyes came back to her blue ones, his expression lost as if he knew he was about to drown, but he was going to jump in without a life jacket, anyway.
“You should leave,” she said, her voice light and trembling. Mason looked so hurt in that moment that Ellie felt like someone had kicked her in the chest.
She reached out and put both hands on his cheeks, turning his face to hers. There was so much pain there, so much conflict. Ellie knew there was only one thing that she could do to end his pain … and hers.
“But I don’t want you to go,” she whispered. Her voice was so soft that even she could barely hear it. She knew he heard her words when hope flared in his dark eyes, flames flickering in the darkness to lighten his expression with hope and joy.
He kissed her, hard and deep. Ellie leaned back, relaxing into the couch as Mason ran his hands over her body, gently teasing her through the clothes.
For a few minutes, she drifted on the magic of his kiss. It was as if she had floated into a new state of consciousness where there was only sensation. Every inch of her skin was electrified and rippling with pleasure. The vibrations reached her bones and blood, and it made her throb with ecstasy.
As her passion grew, Ellie tightened her hands on Mason’s shoulders, thrusting her hips toward him as she begged for more. She could sense he was holding himself back, and she couldn’t imagine why.
With a groan of frustration, she tugged on his shirt, making him laugh softly. Mason sat up and pulled off his jacket, tossing it away as he went to work on his buttons.
Too slow!
Ellie wanted to grab the edges of the shirt and tear it open, even though, knowing Mason, it had probably cost hundreds of dollars. Instead of attacking him, though, she slipped the straps off her own shoulders and let her dress hang around her waist.
Mason gasped, so distracted he stopped unbuttoning his shirt. Ellie grinned as she pulled off her bra and hurled it away, letting her breasts bounce free.
Mason moaned, his big hands coming up to cover her round, full breasts. When he squeezed her gently, Ellie writhed and cried out, encouraging him. Mason was breathing so hard that he was almost panting as he lowered his mouth to her nipples and began to tease with his lips and tongue.
