“Me?” He doesn’t look at me, but I catch his brows raised high in the mirror, his toothbrush going a mile a minute in his hand.
“Yes, you,” I ask.
“Uh, I don’t think so.”
“Me neither.” I shrug, hooking the tips of my fingers into the crevice of my collarbone.
I wait for him to finish his teeth then step up to him, blinking slowly as I draw his lips into a deep kiss. The taste of mint and him is the perfect mix. “Although I think I could. One day. I don’t think I’m completely broken.” I give him a wink.
His face grows serious, not catching on to my playfulness. “You’re not broken. I have every faith that you will love someone someday.”
My eyes search his, my arms wrapping around his neck. “Someone?”
He smiles, looking off to the side and shaking his head.
I bite my lip, knowing he’s done with tiptoeing around the conversation.
He takes me by the waist and lifts me to sit on the counter between the two sinks.
“Me. You will love me one day because I have absolutely no clue how I could ever allow you not to. I don’t know what this is, Nina,” He gestures between us. “but the need to knowyou, protect you, know where you are and that you are safe. That? That, I have never in my life felt before. You consume me in a way that scares me because it’s new. Every decision I’ve made since meeting you has had you at the centre of it.”
I smooth my hand down his cheek as he leans in to kiss me, nudging my legs apart as he puts himself between them.
An overwhelming need to worship this man takes over me, and it has me pushing him back. I slide off the counter and fall to my feet.
Leaning in, I kiss him slowly, then run my hand down his chest and into the top of his boxers, wrapping my hand around his growing length.
He smiles cockily, and it sends a zap of pleasure straight between my legs. “Why are you smiling at me like that? You know what it gets you.” I tell him, popping my brows once.
He laughs as I give him back his own words. “Do I? I think I must have missed that one.”
“Hmm, then let me show you.”
His hands find my shoulders, and he pushes me to my knees as if he knows what’s coming. “Fuck, yes!”
His dark eyes hold mine as I take him into my mouth, and I try to be just as sexy for him but this man is too much. I smile around him, unable to control myself. He shakes his head, dropping it back for a moment before looking down at me when I begin sucking on the very tip, and in that moment ‘my Mase’ is gone. He takes my ponytail, wrapping it tight around his fist as he grasps my jaw and squeezes, pushing himself to the back of my throat.
“Take me, angel,” he demands.
* * *
Mase
I findLance riffling through my fridge when I enter my kitchen the next morning, which isn’t surprising considering it’s Lance. The man is always damn hungry.
“Sullivan. Eating all my fucking food as per?” I smirk, moving for the coffee machine.
“As if. Your cupboards are bare, Lowell. It’s sad.” He moves to the hob—carrying a stack of my food in one of his arms—checking the bacon in the pan. “How’d things go with your dad?” he asks at the same time that Charlie walks in.
“Shit. I should speak to Scar about it first.” I lean against the counter; my arms spread wide. I tip my chin at Charlie. “You off?”
“Yeah, I’ve got an eight thirty. Where did you sneak out to last night?” he asks Lance.
“Nowhere?” Lance frowns back at him, sliding himself onto the kitchen island.
“Well it wasn’t Elliot. Lowell?” he asks me.
“Not me, mate,” I tell him, both of us looking back to Lance.
