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“It’s early, anyway,” I said. “Lockwood works in his lab until late.”
“Perfect, then. Twenty minutes.”
“I’ll stay for as long as you want, Maya.”
Chapter Twelve
Maya
His warm hand on my ribs made the pain dissipate. Quite literally. His touch was like a soothing balm.
I reached for him and pulled him onto the mattress with me. He was careful not to land on top of me and laid down by my side. I turned to face him. For a long minute, we stared into each other’s eyes. His were two dark orbs, but now that I was looking at him so closely, I could see there was a tint of red in them.
“I want you to feel safe,” he said, a bit breathlessly.
And that was when I noticed we weren’t touching at all. He was lying on his side, facing me, keeping his hands to himself.
“I do feel safe with you,” I said, and moved closer to him.
He waited to see what I was going to do. I nestled against him and pulled his arm over me. He was tense at first, but as I pressed my cheek to his rough chest, I felt him relax. I relaxed too, and within minutes, it felt like we’d been made for each other. As crazy as it might have sounded, our bodies fit perfectly together. I closed my eyes and focused on the soothing sounds that seemed to come from deep within his body.
It wasn’t just his heartbeat, or the way he breathed softly above my head. There was this low vibration that I could hear if I listened hard enough. Like there was something beneath the surface of his skin that was boiling and bubbling. It was almost like a purr, but not quite. It was hard to explain. All I knew was that it calmed my nerves and put me in a state of mind where it was easy to trust that everything was going to be okay.
Mason held me gingerly, and I soon forgot we were in the filthy basement of a madman. It was just the two of us, and the outside world didn’t matter. All the aches in my body vanished, and I felt comfortable and as light as a feather for the first time in days. If not months or years, since it wasn’t like I didn’t havevarious pains in my body on a daily basis from sitting too long and not exercising at all. I drifted to sleep.
I dreamed of a flower field. Foxgloves and poppies. I breathed in deeply and felt their fresh scent fill my lungs. I was in the middle of the field, and as I advanced, I could feel them brush against my legs and my arms. I extended my hands and touched the brightly colored petals with my fingers.
Mason stirred. I clung to him harder. He stirred again, and I felt him getting up. I groaned and furrowed my brows, not wanting the flower field to fade. But he was leaving, and I didn’t want him to. I let the dream go and cracked an eye open.
“No,” I murmured.
“Maya, I need to check if Lockwood went to bed.”
“Five more minutes.”
He sighed and let me pull him back down. I wrapped my arms around his neck and smashed our bodies together. Before I could overthink it, I pressed my lips to his, and I was surprised at how smooth they were, like polished stone. He let out a surprised grunt and froze. I moved my lips against his, coaxing him to respond. He did so slowly, reluctantly, as if he couldn’t believe this was happening, and he didn’t want to ruin it by being too eager.
I could tell he wanted me. His body grew even warmer, and I pressed myself flush against him, wanting all that warmth to myself. We kissed for a minute, maybe longer, and the heat intensified, until he was more than warm –he was hot. I couldn’t pull away. I didn’t want to. He could scorch me, and I wouldn’t care.
“Maya,” he murmured as he pulled away so we could both breathe.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I said. “But I want this. I want you, Mason. I can’t explain it.”
“I can, but I...”
I didn’t let him finish. I kissed him again, pushing my tongue inside his mouth, tasting him hungrily. After a moment’s hesitation, he responded, and our tongues started battling for dominance. I let him win with a moan, practically melting in his arms. I hooked one leg over him and started grinding my hips against him, causing sweet friction right where I needed it most.
“I want to feel something,” I whispered against his lips. “I want to feel something good, Mason...”
I continued to rub myself against him. My core throbbed for him, but I knew this wasn’t the time and place to take this to the next level. Plus, we’d only just met. Still, I needed some kind of release. I needed to be close to him.
My hand reached between us. I traced the shape of his cock through his pants, marveling at how long and thick it was.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he said. But he didn’t stop me.
I moved my hand lower and cupped his heavy balls, then rubbed the massive length, all the while imagining what it would feel like to have him inside me. I moved my hips more frantically, feeling myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I’d never brought myself to orgasm like that... just by rubbing my clit against a man’s leg, like a cat in heat. The simple idea of this action made me blush furiously, but I couldn’t stop myself. I needed release, and if I didn’t get it, I was going to cry. I was that desperate for it.
“Please,” I murmured.
