I didn’t answer him.
I couldn’t tell him that I had maneuvered our paths so that this moment was an eventuality.
I could throw it all away for the taste of what he was giving me.
My need to survive was at war with the lust that raged through my body.
I could give in.
Just for a moment.
No more.
I pulled his head back down to meet me, my mouth vicious and demanding against his. He didn’t resist. He wouldn’t even think about not giving me exactly what I wanted. Whathewanted.
We were all lips and hands and teeth. The electricity between us sizzled and popped, burning us both.
“If we don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you, Hannah,” Mason growled into my mouth. My belly turned to molten fire and I felt his words all the way down to my bones.
“I’m going to bend you over the couch and make you come so hard you’ll be feeling me for days.” He ran his hand up the inside of my thigh, forcing my legs apart. He wasn’t being sweet and tender now.
This Mason was accustomed to doing exactly as he pleased. Take no prisoners.
This was the agent who hunted his prey mercilessly. This was the man I should have been terrified of.
But I wasn’t.
And my lack of fear was concerning.
Mason dragged my skirt upward; his fingers traced the edge of my lace panties. The tip of his finger curled beneath the elastic, touching vulnerable, heated skin.
I was wet. He could feel it. I could tell it excited him.
I was trembling with the need for him to do just as he promised.
“Oh yeah?” I was breathless. The words came out as a croak. Thready and desperate.
Mason grinned against my mouth as he pulled my underwear to the side and in one smooth movement slid his finger inside of me. Deep.
“I’m a man of my word, Hannah.”
“I can see that,” I replied, gasping as he began to move his hand.
Slowly and steadily he stroked me. Adding a second finger, he worked me into a frenzy.
I wasn’t thinking about Rose and warnings. About artifice and deceit. I was only a woman ready to lose her mind as the man she lusted for made her come apart.
He pulled me closer, his fingers so deep inside that I could do little more than wriggle against him. I cried out, my head falling back, his lips on the column of my throat.
This was moving fast. Just how I wanted it to.
Right?
The warmth in my belly was building. His fingers continued their slow, methodical assault. His thumb pressed against my clit. Rubbing in tantalizing circles.
I was going to come.
Come hard.
