Just with smaller hands—unfortunately.
God, I wish it was his hands. His long, thick fingers stroking through my folds and teasing my clit until I’m whimpering against him.
My body tingles all over at the mere thought of his hands on me. I push two fingers into my heat, my heart thrumming wildly in my chest. I need more.
I need him.
Shit.
I imagine his solid chest at my back, his warm breath on my neck and his arm banded around me and taking the place of my own. I slide in another finger and cry out.
“Fuck,” I groan.
I’ve touched myself on more than one occasion since I left Mason, but never, ever, has it felt this good, this intense.
He would’ve touched himself too, I’m certain of it. He would have stood here, in this very spot and stroked himself.
My eyes pinch tighter together, my body coiling tight as I slide my fingers out and up to my clit. The cool tiles bite at my heated skin as my back hits the wall. I allow it to support me, pushing harder into my hand with the new resistance behind me.
A fresh wave of Mason’s soap assaults me, temporarily sending me tumbling, and I quickly fall into that perfect sated bliss I’ve missed so much.
“You got yourself off in my shower?”
I’m startled as I pull open the bathroom door. Mason is standing on the threshold, his arm draped on the frame and an accusing look on his face.
I clutch the towel I was carrying tighter in my fist. “Umm, no?”
How does he know?
Reaching up, he runs a cool finger over my heated cheek.
Shit.
“Yes, you did. Don’t lie to me.”
“I didn’t! I’m not! I just needed to freshen up! I was all hot and needed to… freshen up.” My voice comes out high-pitched and annoying.
His lip twitches. “Did you think about me?”
“Mason!” I snap, feeling my face get impossibly hotter.
“You did, didn’t you?” he says, lifting a cocky brow.
I throw my towel at him in annoyance—and embarrassment. He lets it hit his face and then it falls to the floor. “I’m going to go now.”
He grasps my T-shirt as I pass him, wrapping his arm around my neck and drawing me into his chest. His nose goes to my hair, and he inhales deeply. “You smell like me.”
The smile that greets me as I lift my head to look at him is so wholesome, so fulfilling to me, it makes my heart beat out of rhythm and my body heat again.
I push up onto my toes and gently kiss his jaw.
“You’re actually going to go?” he murmurs, and the tone he emits tells me he doesn’t want me to.
“Yeah, Mase.” I smile. “Tonight has been good though.”
He nods, letting me step back.
Pulling my phone from the changing bag on the bed, I notice I have six missed calls, all from Joey.
