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Mason materialized against the door frame. “Don’t cry, baby girl.” He said softly.
“I know I’m not like the bombshell woman you normally date, but am I really that bad?” I spat.
His brows went up and his eyes softened, and he pulled me up against his bare chest. My cheek burned as it pressed against his taught chest.
“It’s not like that and you know it.” He said gently as he stroked my hair. “It isn’t right, you and me.” He kept me pulled tight against him. “I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have kissed you. I’m sorry.”
“Why’d you do it if you didn’t want me?” I sobbed against his chest. I was humiliated and yet I was still finding comfort in the way he held me.
He pulled me back and looked at me with surprise. “Emma, I do want you. But shouldn’t.”
“You do want me?” I repeated back to him, and he nodded.
“I’mveryattracted to you, Emma.”
My heart swelled at the sentiment, and I felt the hope blossom in my chest again. I reached out and palmed him over his boxers and he growled, and like a vice he had my wrists in his grip. “We can’t, Emma. I shouldn’t have led you on like that. This is for the best.” He said it sharply and firmly.
I bit my lip, and he let my hands go. I went into the bathroom and got ready for bed, and when I came out, Mason was sitting on his laptop at the small table.
“So we’re sharing a bed?” I scoffed as I climbed into it and glared at him.
He sighed, “Yes, and I am sorry about that, especially after… I am sorry.”
I huffed and pulled the covers up, but it was too hot and I immediately pushed them down. I was still in my cami and undies, but I didn’t care. He’d already seen that much, and worst case scenario would be that he caved and gave me what I wanted, anyway. A girl could hope.
After a long while of me tossing and turning, I finally sat up in irritation. “Are you coming to bed? Your glowing screen is keeping me up.”
“Right, sorry.” He closed the laptop and came over to stand on the other side of the bed.
I knew nothing more was going to happen, at least not tonight, but my pulse shot through the roof all the same when he slid into the bed next to me.
The bed was just large enough for two people, and with Mason’s massive body, it creaked and protested under his weight as he adjusted. I could tell he was uncomfortable. He was trying to give me as much space as possible in this tiny bed. I had over half the mattress real estate, but with Mason’s size, he should have been the one spilling over into the middle. But at this rate, I didn’t care. I was tired and emotional, and if he was going to let me take half the bed, then I’d take it.
10
MASON
As the hours ticked on,I couldn’t sleep. My mind was running a thousand miles a minute. I’d killed a man, and then I’d come back and nearly fucked Emma. I was such a moron. But the adrenaline had been pumping, and she’d been sitting there so lusciously tempting. The heat of her thighs sending chills down my spine. The heat from her likely soaked center radiated off her. I could practically smell her want and not only had I been stupid enough to kiss her, I’d been stupid enough to make her feel bad about it when I hadn’t followed through.
I’d meant what I said. I did want Emma. But there was no world in which it was appropriate for us. I was a good man. I had values, integrity. And fucking the little girl I’d watched grow up did not align with any of those values. No matter how much my cock demanded a taste of her, now that she was a woman, I had to be stronger than that.
I tried to steady my breathing as I recalled how she’d been putty in my hands, her big wide eyes gleaming and timid as I’d let my hands roam all over her. Touching places I shouldn’t have. Awakening things in her I shouldn’t have.
Emma grumbled, tossing and turning next to me. I could already feel my resolve slipping. Sharing the same bed for the next few days was not an ideal follow up to what just happened.
Finally, I rolled over, and found Emma sound asleep, sprawled out next to me. I chuckled. She was not having any issues taking up the extra space I’d given her. Her brows were crunched together though, and she mumbled incoherently and whimpered in her sleep.
I felt a pull on my heartstrings as I watched her, likely having a nightmare.
“Please, no,” she begged in her sleep, and then she mumbled something incoherent again.
I let out a breath and reached out and stroked her hair softly, trying to soothe her. She was probably reliving the attack in her dreams. Just another way I’d hurt her.
As I stroked her hair, she slowly quieted and stilled, slipping back into peaceful sleep.
* * *
I awokethe next morning and suddenly froze. Not only did I have the stiffest morning wood, but it was pressed against Emma’s stomach, and I groaned at the contact as I twitched in realization. She was intertwined with me, her head on my chest, softly snoring. She was still sound asleep and her legs were threaded around my top leg. My leg was angled up, leaving my knee snugly wedged against the apex of her thighs. Or more accurately, against the heat that radiated out from between her legs. I clenched my teeth together, and I tried not to imagine what that heat tasted like, felt like under those tiny little panties that were now bunched up around her waist, leaving her ass exposed, the skin just begging to be stroked. I tried to ignore the thought that said she’d be so tight and wet for you. I tried to ignore what I knew too, that after last night she’d be thrilled if I woke her up with a million soft little kisses on all those exposed areas of skin.
