He kisses the tip of my finger fondly, his eyes lazy and locked on mine. “Well, now I can’t fuck you,” he moans, rolling his eyes and completely ruining the moment.
He climbs above me, arranging my legs accordingly.
“What?” I giggle. “What are you doing?”
He settles himself between my legs, his body blanketing my own. He takes my hands in his, locking them together and lifting them above my head.
“I don’t know, but I can’t fuck you right now,” he says, his eyes darkening.
“Mase?” I smile nervously, goosebumps coating my body.
He doesn’t wait, swooping down and taking my lips in a deep kiss as he slides into me in the same moment. His mouth falls open as he stretches me, stilling inside me.
“Fuck,” he groans, his nose dusting across my own. “Baby, you feel so good.”
He’s too much, too big, too gentle, too beautiful. He overwhelms me in every possible way, but instead of allowing the panic that threatens to push him away and break the connection, I let him in, giving him my eyes.
He begins to move inside of me, slowly, tenderly, with deep rolls of his hips.
Mason has only ever been dominant with me. Pulling and pushing me in a way I have grown to crave in such a short space of time. But instead of my head flying back to the mattress, my body fighting its way to a release, I hold his eyes.
Each thrust, each kiss, it’s all an afterthought, insignificant compared to the look in our eyes. It’s petrifying. He isn’t a part of my outline, he’s just a subplot. In the end he will be gone, barely remembered in the story.
So why is he taking the ink and seeping himself into my soul?
* * *
Mase sitswith his back against my headboard. A coffee in one hand and his phone in the other. His head pops up when I walk into the room, fresh from a shower and still in my towel.
“Come here,” he demands.
I go to him, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, but he grabs me by the hips and pulls me to straddle him.
“I’m going to be late. You’re going to be late,” I complain, but make no move to get up.
“I promise you won’t be late, Nina.” He leans in, planting a soft kiss on my lips. “I need to apologise for what I said to you on Saturday night. It was a heat of the moment comment, which is no excuse. I know I hurt you.”
I drop my head, sitting quietly for a moment, not knowing what to say.
He lifts my chin. “Say something.”
I swallow hard, unsure what the right thing to say is. “I want to start fresh, forget about everything that’s happened.”
“Start fresh.” He frowns. “That simple?”
I lean into him, giving him a long, deep kiss. “Nothing’s ever that simple, Mase.” I smile sadly. “But as far as my mum goes, I want you to forget. I can deal with her. If I need your support, I will ask for it, and I’d like to think you’d do the same with your dad. I only want to know the things you’re ready to tell me.” I pause, thinking about my journey home with Vinny. “I actually have a confession to make, and you aren’t allowed to get mad.”
He frowns, waiting.
“I was in the car with Vinny when you called him on Sunday morning, and I was the one who sent you my number. I needed a lift home and didn’t know who else to call. I asked Vinny not to tell you. I’m sorry. For leaving… and about your dad.” I drop my shoulders, feeling like a weight has been lifted.
He pushes a lock of hair behind my ear. “Vinny already told me.”
My eyes shoot wide. “What?”
“I pay him a lot of money to tell me, Nina. He called after dropping you off at the studio.”
“That bastard! So I can’t trust Vinny. Great.”
