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“I should leave.” His voice came out like sandpaper, blunt and rough. He didn’t make a move, except for his calloused thumb stroking her cheek.
“Why aren’t you?”
“I can’t,” he gritted.
Hope sparked in her belly as she leaned into his touch. “Why not?”
“Because I can’t stop thinking about this mouth on mine.” His other hand came up to cup her jaw, his thumb tracing the seam of her lips.
Emboldened, she flicked her tongue out, tasting him. Desire flared.
His gaze was nearly black as he leaned in, his breath hot against her mouth. “Tell me to go.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t stop thinking about that kiss either.”
Her front door slammed. His mouth crashed against hers. Pippa sucked in a sharp breath, her body igniting into a lust fire. His arms wound around her, pulling her as close as their clothing would allow. She gripped his thick, muscular shoulder as his tongue slipped inside her mouth, teasing hers with his musky clean taste. His touch scorched her. Arousal pooled in her body, gathering in her center, sliding into her soaked shorts. His hand gripped the back of her neck, holding her in place while his other moved down, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass possessively as he groaned.
Pippa whimpered, needing more. Her body was alight in a liquid fire of wanton need. She’d never been this turned on before and all from a kiss.
Mason pulled away, his chest heaving against hers. A needy sound left her at the loss of his mouth against hers.
“I can’t . . . give you more than this . . .”
She swallowed the disappointment and nodded.
“But . . . ”
“But?” She bit her lip, trying to tamp down her hope.
“But I’d really love to taste you.” He cupped her sex, making it clear just what he was asking.
She moaned and clutched his defined chest for support as her legs turned weak, her knees trembling.
“Can I taste you, beautiful?” Mason’s voice wavered like he was barely hanging on to his self-control.
Did he ever give up control? She nodded. “Yes.”
His hands unfastened her shorts. Cool air rushed over her exposed skin as her shorts dropped to the floor.
Mason let out a growl. “No panties?”
She shook her head. “They’re overrated.”
He stood, pushing her against the door before he returned to his knees. His large, rough hands picked up one of her legs, hiking it over his shoulder.
A tinge of self-consciousness rippled through her with her pussy on display in front of his face.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” Mason pushed her lower lips apart, dipping his nose to her sex and inhaling. Wetness seeped down her leg. His tongue lashed out, whipping pleasure through her like a bolt of lightning.
“Mason!” she yelped as he licked and sucked her into a frenzy. She gripped his hair, holding on as the one leg that remained on the ground gave out. Mason gripped her other thigh, placing it over his shoulder so that he held her up with her back against the door. She’d heard of this position, but never in a million years imagined someone her size would be able to do it. Mason stood, making her gasp.
He hummed against her clit as a keening cry left Pippa’s mouth.
“Oh my God. OH. FUCK! Mason, I’m—”
