“Now that they’re taken care of,” I murmur as I take her hand, “it’s time to take care of you.”
5
LANA
Iwant to ask Mason a thousand questions about what he thinks of the house and simultaneously hope he won’t see the cups that Beck left on the counter after swearing he didn’t have any in his room.
Did I change over the laundry?
Are the kids having fun?
Is it too soon for me to be dating?
Is this considered dating?
Am I okay with just a hookup?
Does he just?—
“Mason,” I say desperately, “I’m spiraling.”
“Take your dress off.”
“What?” I ask, looking around the kitchen. “Here?”
“Here,” he says, taking a step forward, brushing the hair off my shoulder and fingering the strap of my dress.
Exhaling, I reach for the zipper at my back and pull.
Slowly.
Mason’s eyes hold mine, his fingers drawing delicate designs on my shoulder, his touch somehow grounding me as desire radiates from him.
He wants me.
With renewed confidence, I brush the straps from my shoulders, letting my dress pool around my waist before shimmying it over my hips and dropping it to the floor.
Mason’s gaze rakes over me, wetness pooling in the sensible nude-colored panties I wore so they wouldn’t show under my dress.
Lowering to one knee and then the other, Mason presses a sweet kiss to my belly before dragging his tongue along the top of my panties and pulling a gasp from my lungs. Bear lifts his head, judgment written all over his face.
“Stay,”I manage.
“Not goin’ anywhere, Dream Girl.”
I laugh but it’s breathy as he lifts my leg over his shoulder. “I mean, you too, but I was talking about the dog.” I wobble, trying to steady myself without grabbing at him.
Mason’s palm slips up and under the back of my panties to cup my ass as he trails little kisses and licks over my covered seam.
“You’re gonna wanna hold on,” he says, using his other hand to pull the tiny strip of fabric away from my pussy.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I moan, gripping his hair as he chuckles against me.
“Think of it like positive reinforcement. The harder you pull, the more turned on I’ll know you are.” He licks me again, and I tighten my fingers in his locks as pleasure rushes through me at the simple touch. “See? It’s already working.”
I want to laugh, but he doesn’t give me the chance, tasting and exploring me, circling my clit and moving down to dip his tongue inside me.
“Oh my God,” I moan as he does it again, fucking me slowly and better than Jacob ever had in our entire marriage.
