My body lies spent beneath him, struggling to take his weight but too addicted to make him move. My initial plan was to prove a point. His gifts felt too much, too over the top.
“Why so serious?” He smiles into my neck, pulling out of me and rolling me so I’m on top of him.
A wave of panic floods me. Uncontrollable emotions I won’t ignore.
I can’t accept his gifts.
I climb off the bed, grabbing my towel to cover myself. “Mase, I don’t want your money. I don’t want you to buy me things.”
He sits up on his elbows, confusion marring his beautiful face. “It was only a bit of body wash, Nina, something you could wear to dinner.”
It was so much more than that, and he knows it. Who shops for a woman he’s just met? “No. It kept me here for the day, gave you the control you wanted.”
“And? Are you really calling me out on buying you nice things?” he questions, still lying gloriously naked. His cock sits heavy against his abdomen, already becoming hard again.
Stay strong, Nina.
“I’m calling you out on… on…” I huff, losing my train of thought.
Fuck it.
I drop my towel hoping it renders him just as stupid as he does me.
I walk to the bed and straddle him, dropping myself down onto his length until my ass hits his muscular thighs.
He growls, bringing his head to mine, but I don’t let him have the connection. I push him back to the bed, towering over him.
“I’m calling you out on keeping me here all day, alone, whilst you buggered off doing God knows what.” I rise to my knees, leaving only the tip left inside me.
The cords in his neck strain as he looks down at the place our bodies meet, desperate for me to take him. “You bought me that stuff so I wouldn’t need to go home today, yes?”
“Yes! I stand by that decision,” he argues.
I lower my knees a fraction before letting him slide out of me completely. “Wrong answer.” I smile.
“Fuck! Ride me, and I won’t buy you another gift ever again.”
His boyish plea has me relenting, but I want to get my point across.
Feeling ungrateful, I lean over him, still keeping our pelvises apart. “I’m thankful, truly I am. This is probably what most girls dream of, but it’s not what I want.” I smile sadly, wishing I wasn’t such a screwup.
His hand comes up, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Whatdoyou want, angel?” he asks, his face growing serious.
Grasping his cock between us, I line him up, hesitating for just a second. “Right now? You.”
He lifts his hips, entering me on one swift thrust.
The light smell of smoke wakes me in the early hours, and I roll into the body beside me, not fully comprehending the smell.
He is so warm, so solid. It makes me feel safe.
But I can smell smoke, and I’m hungry. Really flipping hungry. The growl of my stomach has my legs untangling from Mason’s and carrying me from the bedroom.
We got a little carried away last night, completely giving up on our date by nine. I should feel bad, but I don’t. He should have let me go home and get myself ready.
Maybe I wouldn’t have freaked out.
I sneak from the room and start down the curved staircase, my feet coming to an abrupt halt halfway down. My breath catches in my throat as my heart somehow slows and speeds up within the same beat.
