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My heart cracked in two.
In the darkness that my eyes had now adjusted to, I could see such conflict in his expression. I could sensesuchhesitation.
But…Ineededhim.
I was desperate for the comfort I had once found his strong arms.
If I didn’t have Mason, I didn’t have anything. I didn’t have ground to stand on or air to breathe. I let out a sharp sob. “Please.” I whispered against his throat, and when his breathing became husky, I pressed him further, letting my hands wander lower, lower, lower.
The pads of my fingers grazed over hard muscle, down the carved valley of his obliques, until my hand found the reassurance it was looking for. He groaned as my fingers grazed his firm velvet length, but before I could grasp it, his hand shot out, gripping my wrist, stopping me.
“Please, Mason.” I whimpered. “I–” I would disintegrate if he rejected me. I’d given all the strength I had in the last few weeks, and I was empty. I had nothing left. I needed him to fill me up. I needed to feel something other than hollow and empty. It was selfish, I knew that, and maybe he didn’t trustme,after what had happened. I didn’t blame him if he did. “Ineedyou.” I begged. “Please.”
He shifted up to one elbow, his breathing husky. His eyes were on my mouth, and I shuddered as he ran the pad of his thumb over my lips slowly. So slowly. My eyes fluttered shut and the hot burn of desire exploded into every nerve, making me feel a pulsating hunger where everything had been lifeless and numb just moments before.
I felt his face lowering to mine, and I waited in desperate anticipation. With my eyes still shut, I waited for his mouth to descend, for him to accept or deny me. Hope and fear blossomed through me in those short seconds that felt like eternity.
Finally, I opened my eyes to find his expression wide eyed, boyish, vulnerable. He hovered above me, his forehead came to rest against mine. I heard soft words, uttered in deep unguarded vulnerability. “Iloveyou, Emma.” He breathed it against my skin, the heat burning, and then the cool absence of his breath suddenly stinging. “I love you with everything I am.” He panted, “I can’t– I can’t just have a taste, I have to have all of you.” His breath was ragged, laced with an uncollected nervousness that I’d never witnessed before. “If you’re going to leave me, if it’s what you want, I’ll let you go. I’ll never stop protecting you, but I’ll let you go, if that’s what you want.” He continued nearly breathlessly with more urgency, “But Ican’ttouch you– I can’t taste you, not knowing if this is the last time you’ll ever be in my arms–” His voice choked out. “I can’t make love to you tonight and let you go tomorrow.” He continued, his voice quivering. “I’m not strong enough.” My eyes flicked between his in the darkness. I waited with bated breath for him to continue. “I understand if you don’t trust me, you have every reason not to. But if you’re going to make me let you go–” He couldn’t breathe. He was so overcome with emotion, the words getting caught in his throat. “I can’t make love to you tonight and let you go tomorrow.I love you…. And I just can’t…”
Tears streamed down my face in relief, in joy. I took his face in my hands. “Then make love to me now, and tomorrow, and the next day, and all the days after that.” I whispered, as nudged his nose with mine. “Don’t let me go, fight for me, and I’ll fight for you–” I’d no less than gotten the words out before his lips were crashing against my own.
His mouth devoured mine with equal desperation as he rolled over and pulled me up onto his chest. His callused hands roamed over my body with reverence and familiarity. I felt my slickness work its way down my thighs and his hands gripped my thighs, pulling me apart and down, his length now snugly against my slick folds. I whimpered at the contact, rolling my hips to meet his as his length massaged my sensitive nub. He kissed me like he needed my lips to survive, our tongues dancing and swirling, sweeping over each other. His hands free to roam, touch, tease, and play, as I grew more and more slick against him.
Wordlessly, he rolled us over and flipped me onto my back, pushing my T-shirt up to expose my stomach and my tight aching breasts. My back arched with each new hot bolt of desire that shot through me as he kissed my stomach.
“I love you Emma Mitchell.”
Another hot kiss on my stomach, and I moaned while he breathed adoration into my very skin.
“I love you.”
He chanted it.
His tongue flicked over a nipple, and I jolted under him, moaning at the contact. “I love you.” His mouth panted at my ear.
I raked my nails down his back, gripping his ass, bucking up, trying to earn more friction, I clenched around nothing as he worked his way back down my jaw, my neck, the tender place above my collarbone, over and between the slope of my breasts. And then down, down, down his mouth kissed, until he finally buried his face in my center.
I cried out at the sudden fire that uncoiled within me. “Oh God–” I pulled at his hair. “Oh God–” I writhed underneath him.
“Myname.” He growled into my core. It liquified me further. “Saymyname when you come, baby.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, losing everything but the feel of his wide tongue working relentlessly against my pulsating nerves. “Mason.” I whimpered.
“That’s right.” He growled between strokes. “Again.” A command I obeyed.
“Mason.” Speaking became difficult. My back arched, and his hands shot out to pin me to the mattress, to stop my escape, as the intensity built.
“I’m going to–” I squeezed my eyes shut even tighter, “Oh God.”
“Saymyname, and I’ll let you come.” He panted.
“Mason.” I was nearly falling off a mountaintop.
“Good girl.” He lapped me up like he was starving. “That’s it, you’re almost there, baby.” Two thick fingers plunged into me, curving against my sweet spot as his mouth continued on my bud.
I screamed out, cursing, writhing, chanting Mason’s name as I erupted from within, exploding into a million little sparkling pieces.
“I need you inside me.” I begged. “Makeloveto me, Mason. Fill me up.”
