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“Fuck, Harper,” he groaned as I ground myself against him.

This was fun.

The kind of fun a girl could get used to.

“Blondie?” Mason stared up at me, brows pinched, eyes crinkled.

I didn’t want him to see the cracks in my veneer, so I leaned down and brushed my lips over his, distracting him, and reminding us both that this was one night.

An exorcism.

A chance for him to fuck me out of his system—and hopefully mine.

Until he said seven little words that utterly ruined me.

“Fuck, a guy could get used to this.”

* * *

My eyes fluttered open, my body screaming out in protest. God, muscles I didn’t even know I had ached.

Gingerly, I rolled onto my side and found the culprit for the weary state. Mason slept deeply, one hand shoved under his pillow, the other rested on his washboard abs.

A bolt of lust shot through me as I remembered how thoroughly he’d fucked me last night.

It had been intense. Nothing like I’d ever experienced before. I didn’t want to get carried away with myself because what was the point? But after, when we’d been lying there breathless and sated, something had passed between us.

A moment.

A silent wish.

But Mason hadn’t acknowledged it—or the seven little words he’d uttered when he was buried deep inside me—and for once in my life, I reined in the urge to spill everything I was feeling.

And I was feeling a lot.

He’d made it clear it was only one night, and I’d promised him.

A promise I intended to keep.

No matter how much it hurt.

I watched him for another second, listening to the gentle rise and fall of his chest. He was so beautiful it hurt to look at him. The bitter sting of regret swarmed my chest as I quietly slipped out of bed and got dressed.

Something told me Mason Steele wouldn’t appreciate waking up with his latest conquest still hanging around. And I had enough self-preservation not to want to be on the receiving end of his wrath again.

“Bye, Mason,” I whispered, wishing things were different.

Wishing I was the kind of girl guys like him wanted to keep around. The type of girl who could play it cool and not spill all her feelings and scare the guy away before he had a chance to see beyond my flaws.

Then I slipped out of his room as if I’d never been there.

CHAPTER13

MASON

I reachedfor the warm body beside me, my dick stirring to life at the prospect of another tumble between the sheets with Harper before the rest of the house woke up. But my hand met a cold, empty space.

“The fuck?” My eyes snapped open as realization settled into me.

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