A carnal need to take what we both crave.
I shake my head as my mouth comes down on hers, and the world seems to tilt just an inch back into place.
Nina
I’m hungry for him. Starved. If you told me ten minutes ago this is how my evening would go, I would have laughed in your face. But this is us, and it’s what we know. It’s what we are good at.
Mase pulls at his tie, loosening it enough to pull it over his head. His shirt follows moments later. And this isn’t a romantic undressing of one another, we shed our clothes ourselves as we rush to have the connection.
I only manage to get my jeans off of one leg when he lifts me, pushing me back hard into the fridge. My legs wrap around his body as he pulls my trousers down over my foot.
His strong, powerful body ripples under me and I squeeze my legs around him, urging him to come closer.
The lace of my underwear tears as he rips my thong from my hips, and in the next second, he fills me. He drops his head on a deep groan, resting it against my breast bone. He takes a second—unmoving—his breath fanning my heated skin.
“Mase.”
When his head comes up and his gaze meets mine, I see the darkness lurking there.
His brows dip low as I smile down at him, and it seems to break his trance. He begins to move inside me. Hard and fast, not giving me a moment to catch my breath.
His hand lifts my leg, putting it flush to the fridge. My other leg drops an inch from his waist, and the move has him rubbing perfectly against the spot inside me.
“Fuck!” he bites out. “Don’t come yet.”
I close my eyes and try to think of anything but the feel of him.
His movements are uncontrolled and unlike him; a hyper wave of adrenaline as he thrusts into me relentlessly. I grit my teeth as his hand grips my thigh tight enough to mark.
He’s wild. Unleashing everything he has.
My eyes flash open as a tortured cry leaves his throat. His sad eyes are locked on my face, and for a moment, he looks utterly broken.
Dropping his head, he hides from me, picking up the pace until my toes are curling and I can’t hold off any longer. My body coils tight around him, and I jerk forward as my orgasm takes me. He follows behind me, pumping three more times inside me before he stills, gripping my shoulder hard as he rains open-mouthed kisses against my throat.
What the fuck was that?
“Mase?”
His head rests heavily on my shoulder as we stand connected as one, but he doesn’t answer me. My leg begins to cramp, and I push from his grip, letting it fall to the ground. My tired eyes meet his, and the smile he gives me soothes some of the worry.
“Go shower, angel, and I’ll set up the table for dinner.”
I yawn and stretch, feeling incredible, my body the perfect kind of sore. Mason couldn’t get enough last night. Every time I thought he was done, he would be desperate for more and I know I’ll pay for it today; I feel exhausted.
Slipping from the sheets, I reach for my phone and see Maggie has texted me.
Maggie
No news this end. Have you had any luck?
I exit the message and chuck my phone to the bottom of the bed.
Shower first, then I’m fixing this mess.
Mason isn’t in bed, so I head for the stairs to look for him. I’m not surprised when I find him in his home office. It’s where he spends all his time lately.
“Hey.” I smile, moving around the desk and climbing into his lap. He buries his nose into my hair, kissing my neck. “You’re up early, Bossman. Even for you.”
