Never wanting to let go.
I’m not sure how long we live in our moment of bliss before Mason pulls back, brushing a gentle kiss to my brow. Resting his forehead to mine, he leaves my entire body burning with desire and more emotion than I’ve ever let myself endure.
“I know you feel the same,” he rasps, seeing into my mind. “It might not be as strong, but it’s there. I can sense it. Give me a day, a month, a year. Anything to prove to you that I’m in this. To help you see that you want it too.”
My thoughts run rampant with questions and fears, but they settle on something Blair said before I left, and I can’t escape it.
“You haven’t settled down because you haven’t found someone that sets your heart on fire. Someone you think about twenty-four seven. A guy or girl who knows everything aboutyou because they pay attention, not because you told them. Because you’re their entire world and they’d do anything to make you happy.”
Masonisthat someone. At least, he’s trying to be.
“I’ll give you until your visa runs out.”
“Three months? I’ll take it.” He drops the letter and lifts me off my feet, spinning me around with a stupid grin on his face, and it tickles inside my chest.God, don’t tell me I’m going to end up all sappy like Hayley and Blair.
“Put me down or I’ll change my mind,” I joke, but Mason’s quick to toss me onto the bed, his brows raised in challenge as he kneels over me.
“I don’t believe you. I think you’ve fallen for my charms. Next time I won’t need the mistletoe to kiss you.” I’m confused for a beat until a laugh bursts out of me, remembering the drawing on his letter. My smile cuts off when his molten gaze bores into mine, making me pause at the sincerity of his expression. “At least, I hope you’ve fallen for my charms, because God knows, I’m head over heels for yours.”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Mason
Jenna blinks a few times, and my pulse races. I’m joking around, showing her I’m cool, calm, and collected. Only the truth is, I’ve been on edge since I got back from my walk yesterday. All because of the beautiful siren in front of me.
I’m enamoured by her. Taken. Under her spell. But more than that, I can’t stand the idea of letting her go.
Because I never thought I would have her.
For years, I’ve been obsessing over a stranger on a page, all while existing for other people, playing my part, living the life I was asked to live. That shifted the second Jenna appeared on my doorstep, and when I realised she’d gone again, my life as I knew it blew up in smoke.
Staying behind was never an option.
I had to chase after her. We barely knew each other, but it felt like my world had gone dark and I’d do anything I could to bring back the light. The light currently staring up at me with doe eyes, her lips parted as she sucks in a breath, a very un-Jenna-like expression gracing her face.
I affect her.
Like nobody before me has managed to do.
And fuck, that’s a good feeling.
“Dare I ask…are you speechless?” I bite back a smirk. “Because if you are, I’m kind of feeling good about myself and—”
“Shut up and kiss me again.”
She doesn’t give me a chance before a smile brightens her eyes, and she pulls me on top of her, pressing her lips to mine, her fingers curled into the material of my tee.
We’re a mess of rushed undressing and wandering hands, as a desperate energy pulses through the air. But the second she’s naked beneath me, her glorious body flushed with desire, I pause, savouring the moment, needing to take my time.
“Thank you for coming to Australia, Jenna. But more than that, thank you for being unapologetically you.”
I’ve never been a missionary kind of guy. However, in this moment, I can see the appeal. There’s something to be said about rocking into the woman you’re falling for, her legs curled around your hips as she gasps your name, staring up at you with more emotion than you’ve ever allowed yourself to feel.
Doing exactly that, I sheath myself and wrap Jenna’s legs around me, watching her in awe as I brush my cock lightly against her entrance, eliciting a soft mewl.
“I hope you’re happy with slowing things down, because I have never wanted to fuck anyone the way I want to right now. But it’s going to be different and it’s going to involve feelings.”
Her eyes widen before she schools her features, preparing to sass me, most likely trying to avoid the emotions threatening to overwhelm us both. “I’m not sure I—”
