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Aurora: Okay. xo
“All good?” Mason asked, still watching me.
“I think so.” Guilt swarmed in my chest, but it was nothing compared to the sheer lust coursing through my veins.
“So, this is Mason Steele’s room,” I said as I went to his desk and placed down my purse, his gaze following me the whole time.
It was dark, a desk lamp casting a dim amber glow off the walls.
“Didn’t ask you up here to discuss the décor, blondie.” He crooked his finger at me. “Come here.”
I went to him, sucking in a sharp breath when his hand went to my throat, his fingers curving there. Holding me. “Did you turn up here tonight looking like this just to drive me wild?” Hunger sparked in his eyes.
“I…” The words died on my tongue because Mason was looking at me like he was starved, and I was the only thing on the menu.
His thumbs stroked along my skin, sending tiny shocks through me, making my stomach tighten. “One night,” he said. Repeating the words as if he needed to remind me.
Or maybe he needed to remind himself.
“Promise me you won’t tell anyone about this,” he added.
“I promise.”
“Good, because something tells me Coach Dixon wouldn’t be too happy if he knew I was ten seconds away from ruining his daughter.”
Coach Dixon wouldn’t care; I swallowed back the retort, gasping as Mason captured my mouth in a bruising kiss, pushing me up against his bedroom wall.
His hands were everywhere. In my hair, tracing my curves, squeezing my ass. He wasn’t soft or gentle or careful. He didn’t handle me like glass. He took what he wanted, controlling the kiss—my body—with his sheer dominance.
“Fuck, you taste good.” His hand stayed around my throat as he licked the corner of my mouth, staring down at me with a feral kind of hunger.
“Touch me,” I whispered, my body wound so tight I could hardly stand it.
“You going to beg, blondie?”
“Please.” I sagged against the wall, my eyelashes fluttering.
“How drunk are you?” he asked with a frown.
“Not drunk enough that I’m not fully aware of what you’re doing, but drunk enough that I don’t care that this is a really bad idea.”
Crap. Did I say that aloud?
His mouth twitched. “Bad ideas are the best kind.”
I couldn’t argue with that because having Mason’s hands on me, his lips on mine was the best kind of bad there was.
He roughly grabbed the back of my knee, hitching my leg around his waist so he could grind against me, and a moan vibrated in my chest.
“Think you can take it?”
“God, I hope so.”
He chuckled. Mason Steele buried his face in the curve of my neck and laughed.
What was this life?
The roll of his hips was enough to make me pant for him. He was so big, he felt incredible, and he hadn’t even gotten me naked yet.
