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“Come for me, Mason,” she whispers, and I unravel. Gripping her hips tight, I drive her down onto me harder as the pleasure builds and hits that euphoria peak. A strangled cry elicits from my throat as I explode inside her, my whole body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure surges through it with the blinding force of an electrical current.
I collapse back onto the bed and pull her with me, holding her tight against my chest.
Rolling us onto our sides, we lay facing each other as I trace lazy circles over her back. We lay in silence for a while as I come down, our eyes roaming over each other’s faces in wonder and curiosity of what we will learn about each other next. And I want to know everything about her. I want to be part of every aspect of her life.
I want more.
“What does this mean for us now?” I ask. “Where do we go from here?”
I want to know where I stand. I want her to be mine, and I want everyone to know she is mine.
“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”
“Yes,” I reply without hesitation.
She rolls onto her back and looks up at the ceiling, her brows drawing in as the wheels turn in her head. Her hesitation makes my heart sink. I don’t need her to say it. I know what’s coming. The look on her face says it all.
“Mason…” she murmurs, keeping her gaze averted from mine. “I can’t.”
My slowly sinking heart suddenly plummets into an abyss, and I swallow down the thickness forming in my throat. The rejection stings like a bitch, but I refuse to give up without a fight. “Why?”
“It’s complicated.”
“How?” I press on, and she nibbles on her bottom lip nervously. “Baby, look at me.”
She turns to face me, but her gaze continues to flit around the room. Her inner turmoil is apparent, and I have to know why “I can’t be the only one who is feeling this connection between us. You feel it, don’t you?”
“I do. It’s just. Logan…” She pauses, her tormented eyes meeting mine, and my whole body tenses.
Logan.
I should have fucking known.
Struggling to keep my frustration under control, I take a deep breath and prepare myself to ask the question that I’m afraid of what the answer will be.
“Do you still love him?” I ask—the question feeling like acid on my tongue.
“It’s not that,” she replies quickly, and my jaw clenches. She didn’t say no, and the thought of her still harboring feelings for that piece of shit feels like a knife to the gut. “He won’t accept us, Mason. He will make your life hell—”
“I’m not afraid of him.”
“I know you’re not.”
“I can handle him,” I say with as much assurance as I can muster, and I mean every word. There is nothing that asshole could do that would ever make me walk away from her. If he wants a fight, he’s got it.
“But I can’t!” she cries, the look of anguish on her face weakening my resolve. “I couldn’t handle him coming after you, Mason. I would hate myself knowing that the shit he was putting you through is because of me. I’m not worth it.”
I sit up and look down at her. “You are worth everything,” I say vehemently. “You have to trust that I can handle this.”
She reaches up and cups my cheek, smoothing her hand over my face. “Please,” her voice pleads. “Can we keep this between us for now? It won’t be forever, I promise. He will back off eventually and move on, but until then, he can’t know.”
“So until that fucker decides thatheis ready to move on, I have to be content with just being your dirty little secret?”
“No. It wouldn’t be like that…” Her voice breaks, and I watch her eyes glaze over. Her chin quivers and my anger instantly evaporates. Seeing her get so distraught is killing me. I never want her to feel like this when she is with me. All I want is for her to feel safe and happy. I want her to feel worshiped. As much as I would like to fight her on this further, seeing how stressed she is over it is something I can’t handle. Pushing my stubbornness aside, I decide to play this out how she wants to, even if the thought of not being able to touch her whenever I want to is going to drive me out of my damn mind. Wanting to bring that happiness back to her beautiful face, I decide to throw her a lifeline.
“Maybe I like the idea of being your dirty little secret,” I say huskily, and her eyes widen at the sudden change in my tone. “The thrill of getting caught? It would be hot as hell.” I waggle my eyebrows, and her face lights up, flashing me a brilliant smile.
“Oh really?”
