“Yes, you will! Cheers, Nina.”
I hang up and walk to him, sliding into the spot under his arm that always fits me so perfectly. “You ready?” he whispers into my hair.
* * *
Mason hadme shower whilst he ordered us Chinese; neither one of us wanted to cook tonight. It’s only Thursday, which means I still have another full day of teaching to do this week, and I’m exhausted. I feel like the stress of the showcase and the late nights I’ve been having are finally catching up with me. I’m due on, and I always get tired and cranky just before.
I’m rinsing the conditioner from my hair when his hands snake around my waist and cup my breasts, pulling me back into his hard body.
“Hey,” I scold. “What about my food?”
“There’s a forty-minute wait.” He smiles into my neck, kissing the sensitive flesh there. “I have something for you if you’re hungry.”
“I’m starved,” I say, dropping my head back to his shoulder and smiling when I look up and see the dark look on his face.
His hand skims my stomach and slides down to cup me, making my insides coil tight in anticipation. “You ready for me, baby?”
“Always.” I say as two thick fingers enter me.
“Always, Pixie. Every damn time.” It comes out gruff, and I feel his erection growing steel against my lower back.
“I want in.” He bites down on my shoulder.
“When have you ever asked befor—”
My feet lift from the floor as he takes me to the hilt in one thrust, cutting me off. “I’m not asking, and I make no apologies for it either. This body. It’s mine. I will take from it whenever I want to. And tomorrow, when you are sore because of my impatience to get you off first, I will lick you until you’re begging me to take you again.”
“Mase!” I moan, trying to move my hips to accommodate him.
He has no idea what his words do to me. My clit throbs, begging for attention.
“You’re mine,” he groans, sliding in and out of my heat.
I reach my hand above me to cup his neck, putting our bodies flush, and slowing him down. “Yours,” I murmur.
He looks into my eyes, and I notice the worry that’s etched into his. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so vulnerable. “Fuck,” he says, pulling out of me and spinning me to face him.
I already have my arms around his neck, lifting myself when he takes my legs and pulls them around his waist. He slides back into me, using the wall at my back to get himself as deep as he can.
His head finds mine, resting it there as he pauses. “Fucking perfect.”
I can feel him twitch and jump inside me, but he has his eyes clenched tight.
Unmoving.
“What is it, Mase?” I ask.
His eyes snap open, the dark pools boring far beyond my soul. “Tell me again.”
I frown.Tell him?“What?”
He rolls his hips, his pelvis brushing my clit and making me moan. “Tell me that you are mine. Tell me that nobody else gets the parts that I do.”
I try to work out what would cause his possessive behaviour, and then realisation sets in.
An impish smile tugs at my lips. “Are you jealous? Because Logan really is like a brother,” I tell him, running my hand through his wet hair.
He shakes his head, searching my eyes. “I’m not worried about him.”
