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My heart careened against my chest as we climbed the stairs, the tension unbearably thick.
The first time I was with Mason, it was finite. One night to quell the attraction between us. This time was different.
This time, I wouldn’t have to worry about waking up beside him or sneaking out before he woke up because he was choosing to be here. With me.
My heart did another violent little flip in my chest, and I stalled. Mason stepped up to me, wrapping his arm around my waist and dipping his head to my ear. “Why’d you stop?”
“No reason.”
“I get it,” he said. “You’re nervous.”
“I am n—”
“It’s okay, babe. I am too.”
“You.” I twisted around to look at him. “Mason Steele, nervous?”
His eyes simmered with lust and other things I couldn’t even process as he gazed down at me. “Got a lot to lose this time.”
It was a quiet, definitive statement. One that settled deep inside my chest.
He pressed a kiss to my head and nudged me forward. “If we don’t want an audience, we should probably go to your room.”
“Y-yeah,” I stuttered because the way he looked at me made me melt into a puddle.
Relief sank into me when we reached my door without being spotted. There was tomorrow morning to deal with, but I didn’t want to think about that. Not yet. Not with his hand underneath my hoodie, stroking my skin.
I couldn’t think straight, high on his touch. The fact was he was here, and he’d chosen me.
I knew it wouldn’t be that straightforward. He was my father’s protégé, his star player. James Dixon wouldn’t just give that up. But Mason said it didn’t matter. He said he’d handle it. And I trusted him.
We went into my room, and Mason closed the door. “Come here,” he said.
I went willingly, falling into his arms. He leaned down, brushing his mouth over mine. My fingers slipped under his hoodie, needing him closer, needing to feel his warm, smooth skin. All that shredded muscle.
“Fuck, Harper,” he hissed as I dragged my fingernails down his abs.
“You feel so good,” I said.
“I’ll feel even better when you’re naked and underneath me.”
“What are you waiting for, hotshot?”
“Mase, call me Mase,” he said, stripping me out of my clothes. Kissing me every time he got close. The slope of my neck, my shoulder, the curve of my breasts.
Mason licked and kissed and sucked his way down my body until he was on his knees before me, staring up at me with raw hunger in his eyes. “These need to come off.” He tapped my foot, and I lifted my leg, letting him slip off my boots. Right first, then left. Then his hand slid up my legs, resting on the waistband of my jeans.
“You look good down there.” I fought a smile, my stomach curling with heat.
“Not as good as you’ll look on your knees for me. I’ve dreamed about it, you know.”
“You have not.”
He nodded. “After that night in TPB when you tried to befriend me.”
“You mean the night you told me one of your teammates would pity fuck me?”
The blood drained from his face as his fingers dug into my hip a little. “Harper, I—”
