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Clueless to the battle being waged inside my head, Mason wraps his arms around my waist. He leans down and sweeps his lips over mine. “Want a house tour?”
I smile despite the nagging discomfort in my stomach. “I’d love that.”
With a grin, he takes my hand, pulling me deeper into the house. “Come on.”
Mason’s home is gorgeous. Beneath all the girlie touches and the bubblegum upholstery, it’s easy to see the beauty of the structure. Gleaming toffee brown floors lead down tall, narrow hallways. The four bedrooms are tiny but perfect with large arched windows. I can easily imagine them flung open on a hot summer day to let in the splendid light and a soothing breeze.
But Mason is a terrible tour guide. As he shows me around, his hands and his lips are distracting. They’re all over me every step of the way.
Partway through, we abandon the house tour. We somehow end up in Mason’s bed—naked—talking and joking and rolling around in the sheets.
I light the jar candles sitting on the night stand.Mmm. Smells like bubblegum. Everything in here smells like bubblegum.
Mason runs downstairs to grab us some late night treats. We end up kissing and cuddling, dropping crumbs in his bed. Then he’s back to eatingmeup again.
The man fucks me in missionary position, flinging my legs over his shoulders. Then he nudges me onto my belly and pounds into me with my face buried in the pillows. When we’ve barely got the energy to move a muscle, he turns me onto my side and fucks me from behind.
“More,” I beg, my voice hoarse, my chest heaving from a violent orgasm.
Next to me, Mason has collapsed and is now laying spread eagle on the sweaty sheets.
I grab his big bicep with both of my hands and whine. “More, Mason. Fuck me again.”
It takes him a few seconds before he leans onto his side and props himself up, staring down at me in shock. “Jeez-zuz, woman. Talk about ungrateful,” he chokes out. “I just gave youthreeorgasms. And this is the thanks I get? Psht. Show some appreciation.”
“I do appreciate it. So much that I want to appreciate it all over again.”
He shakes his head. “Well, give me a second to recover. I need to rebuild my strength. It’s not like they’re just handing out multiple orgasms on aisle six of the bulk orgasm store.”
I push him flat on the mattress. “How do you know?” I shoot back, crawling on my hands and knees until I’m straddling a very naked Dr. Westbrook. “Maybe you don’t have the right membership.”
With a burst of renewed energy, he shoots up, flips me onto my back, and then hovers over me.
His lips drop to my ear. “I don’t need a membership when I’ve got you.”
When he says that, I get a fluttery feeling in my chest. A part of me is swooning but the other part of me is scared shitless.
Reaching up, I stroke his cheek. This man is so beautiful. The way he loves his family. The way he cares for his patients. The things he does for me even though I don’t always deserve it. He’s so good. Doesn’t he deserve better than me? Doesn’t he deserve someone who can give him forever?
“What are we doing, Mason?” I hear myself whisper. I see my own fear reflected in the raw emotion that flutters across his face.
“I don’t know…” he admits after a long pause. “I just know that it feels good now. Being with you feels better than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
“But we both know it can’t last,” I remind him. “Hell, we can’t even hold hands around Starlight Falls. We always have to hide. By the time summer is over, this will all have to end.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t want to think about the end of summer. I don’t even want to think about what’ll happen tomorrow. I just want to be here with you now.” He gently sweeps his lips over mine. “So can we just enjoy it? Without questioning it? Let’s just enjoy things the way they are now.”
I’m terrified, and almost certain that I’m going to end up regretting this. But when he looks at me this way, I don’t know how to say no to him.
“Fine.” I lace my arms around his neck, pulling him to me. “Let’s just enjoy things the way they are now.”
I just hope we don’t live to regret it.
42
MASON
Morning comes way too soon. I’ve barely gotten three or four hours of sleep before the blinding sun is positioned right over my window. I crawl into the shower then pull on some clean clothes.
