His fingers tighten on my wrist. “But, when we do,” his voice lowers to a growl, “I’m going to take my time with you.”
My breath catches.
“Work you up, slap your perfect, round ass and turn it pink. I’ll spread those long legs and make you come over and over. With my mouth and fingers first. Stretch you. Make you so wet. And then, I’ll stuff you full of my cock and make you come again.”
Gentleman Mason MacTavish has left the building.
I haven’t had many choices in my life, certainly not since my father married me off to this handsome, intimidating man. Yet Mason is the one giving me the choice about my body, my virginity. And suddenly, as he says all these filthy things to me, I’m shifting slightly as I feel my undies growing damp. His jade eyes are glinting in the candlelight, promising all kinds of delicious, dark things. If I’m brave enough.
If I’m ready.
Sucking in a deep breath, I look my new husband in the eye.
“What if I told you I was ready now?”
***
Chuffed - Scottish slang for happy or pleased.
Chapter Eight
In which every girl’s first time should be with a Mason.
Afton…
“Are you sure you’re ready?” Mason asks. “There is no rush.”
We’re standing in his bedroom, moonlight filtering through the floor to ceiling windows. I don’t know what he’d told his driver, but the drive home sped by in a blur. His enormous hand rested on my thigh the entire way, the heat of it burning through my skirt.
“Yes.” It comes out as a bit of a croak, so I clear my throat. “Yes. I want this.”
“You’re on birth control.” He says it like it’s a given, like he already knows. His fingers lightly slide down my arms, taking my hands in his.
“I am.”
I don’t know what I expected, maybe for him to throw me on the bed and tear away my dress after that panty-melting commentary at dinner. But Mason is deliberate, linking his fingers with mine.
“Good girl.”
He whispers in my ear, chuckling when I shiver. His hands pull mine behind my back, gripping my wrists together. It’s moments like this that make me realize just howbighe is, his arms around me, enclosing me. His head bent to whisper to me, thecool strength of his wide chest against mine. My husband is enormous. Overwhelming.
“You’re shaking,” he says, kissing down my jaw. “Are you afraid?”
“Not exactly. Yes. No. I don’t know.” I’m shivering because the feel of him is so solid. I’m shaking in anticipation and I don’t want to admit it.
One of his hands still holds my wrists behind my back, and the other moves to cup my cheek. “I’ll take care of you. I’m going to make you feel good.” And he kisses me.
Sucha kiss. A hungry kiss like he wants to swallow me whole, his teeth pulling on my lip, his tongue toying with mine. His mouth is hot, and his kiss warms me from the inside out.
“Ow!”
Hebitesme. He bites my lip hard enough to bleed and when he pulls back to see it, his pupils flare and he dives back in. “Sweet and salty,” he says hoarsely, “bright, like a copper penny.”
It stings, but he kisses me thoroughly and it’s hard to care.
One strap of my dress slips loose and then the other as he pulls my dress down and goosebumps scatter across my skin from his cool touch.
“Beautiful.” He’s running his hands over my waist, sliding across my ass, and gripping me. I yelp when he suddenly hoists me up, my arms wrapping around his neck as he sucks my nipples through the thin silk of my bra. He’s not gentle about it but they’re aching, diamond-hard points in seconds.
