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 the back of 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.”
“Who then?”
“It was Joey on the phone before in the gym, wasn’t it?” he says, nostrils flaring as he stills inside of me.
I know that they have bad blood between them, and I don’t want to mess with Mason’s emotions, but the photos are important to me. If I go back on it now, then he’ll always think he can pull strings and have me dance. And that won’t end well.
“Yeah.” I drop my arms, bringing them between us to push on his chest.
I can see the annoyance on his face that I’ve pulled away from him. “I told you I’m having him take my photo. You can come along like you said, if you have to.”
He pulls me tighter to him as he readjusts his feet on the tile, grazing that spot inside me that has my eyes rolling back in my head—and he knows it.
“I had him looked up,” he says, voice strained.
“You did wha—” He rolls his hips again.
He is too damn good at this.
I dig my nails into his abs. “Mase,” I whisper.
“Seven years ago he had allegations made against him, it never came to anything but I don’t feel comfortable with you being alone with him. It’s all I ask.”
“What were the alle?—”
He cuts me off with a searing kiss, causing me to swallow my words as I get lost in him. His hands find my ass, guiding my hips as he rocks into me. His lips move to my throat and I tilt my head back, smiling at the ceiling.
How is this man mine?
I lean back against the shower wall, giving him better access to my breasts. He licks and sucks between them until he can’t dip down any lower without breaking our connection. He pulls a nipple into his mouth, toying it between his teeth, teasing nips and sucks that send me wild and writhing against the shower wall.
