Sliding his thumb across my lower lip, his gaze is locked on mine, “I don’t think you realize how beautiful you are with the flush of arousal under your skin.” His other hand slides to my back and pulls me against his large erection, “I can smell how turned on your are and it’s making me so fucking hard, I want to taste you so bad.”
When his lips crash over mine, all thought is silenced and my hands go to his shoulders, my fingertips dig into his skin. I want him, more than I want anything, I arch my back into him and he swallows the moan that escapes my throat. His tongue spears into my mouth, caressing mine.
Lifting the hem of my tank, he slides his fingers under the fabric and his rough palm moves against my skin, the warmth leaving a trail of heat across my back. I circle my arms around his neck and push up onto my toes to make my body more flush to his.
I’m met with his rock-hard shaft against my hips and I shiver when I think of how good he feels inside of me.
When he slips his hand into my shorts and squeezes my ass as he presses me hard against him, groaning deep in his chest, I tilt my hips toward him. I don’t even make the conscious decision to do it, when I’m with him, my body’s not mine anymore, its his.
The kiss is hard and desperate, his tongue exploring mine, his lips firm and demanding. I move a hand to his neck and squeeze his nape. When he moves his hand around my hip and his finger slides between my slick, wet folds I gasp and he growls, “You’re so fucking wet for me. I love how your body responds to me.”
Even though a part of my brain is screaming at me to stop, my body has taken control and all I want is to feel him. When he pushes a finger in me I almost come right then, but my brain pulls up a memory of sitting in an alley all night because I didn’t have enough money for a hotel room and I try to pull away.
“Wait.” I breathe, breaking the kiss.
His breath is hot against my ear, “You sure, cause I can feel you squeezing my finger, darlin’, I know you want to come, I can do that for you right now.” He pushes a second finger into me.
The building pressure behind my clit is playing tug of war with my mind and my hips move against his hand, I drop my forehead to his chest as my brain and body battle over my next move. “Stop, we can’t do this.” I pant. He stops moving his fingers but doesn’t pull out of me, my fingers are clamped over his shoulders, digging into his skin, so my knees don’t give out.
I’m so close and he knows it, when I don’t move away from him he presses the heel of his palm against my clit and curls his fingers into my sensitive spot and I see stars, the pressure moves out to every part of my body before it starts to pulse from my center and I press my mouth to his chest to muffle my moan.
“Oh, fuck.” I hiss as I pant with each delicious pulse.
His other hand cups the back of my head as he moves slowly inside me until the pulsing in my core stops. I stay still, my forehead still on his chest as my breaths slow down andthe euphoria starts to wear off. He keeps stroking the back of my head, threading my hair through his fingers.
Letting my hands slide from his shoulders to his chest, I take a deep breath, “We can’t do this.”
His lips rest on my head, “Tell me why.”
Grasping his wrist, I pull his hand out of my underwear, slightly embarrassed at how wet his hand is. “It’s just not a good idea, this can’t lead anywhere that ends with both of us happy.” My heart squeezes in my chest because I want nothing more than to get lost in him, but I don’t want to feel the hurt of losing him.
“You don’t know that.” He says, his breath is hot against my head.
I lift my head to look into his eyes, “You haven’t been here in over a year and you’re leaving in a few weeks.”
His eyes volley between mine and he moves his hand from the back of my head to cup my cheek. “I haven’t had a reason to come back here before, I live close to work out of convenience.”
My mind is racing to think of something that might put him off, “I’m not a casual sex type of person, Mason, my night with you was the first time I have ever done that and it was because I was lonely. I also don’t share. We’re very different people.”
Gently pushing him away from me, his hands fall to his sides and he steps back a few steps. I lean over to grab my robe from the floor and turn to go up the stairs.
His hand grabs my wrist and I look over my shoulder, “We’re not that different.” He steps up to me and his chest bumps my shoulders as his hand possessively comes around my waist, his lips dipping to my ear, “Just so you know, I’m going back to my room to get myself off with the hand that is covered in you and I’m going to think about how beautiful you look when you come for me.” He rubs his beard againstmy neck and his voice growls with an edge that I’ve not heard before, “And let me be clear on this, there’s not a fucking chance in hell that I will ever share you with anyone.”
My stomach flips as he lets go and steps away from me. I don’t have to turn around to know I’m in the room alone.
CHAPTER TWELVE
MASON
THE COLDair on the wrap-around porch is exactly what I need to think, that and the steaming cup of super strong coffee warming my palm through my glove.
This part of the porch overlooks Marley’s stables and paddocks, which are tucked between the house and the pond. After Marley’s attack, Dad brought in an expert to decorate it and make it pleasing and comfortable for her during the times she would isolate herself from the rest of us.
Right now, my mind is on a green-eyed, black-haired beauty who is responsible for the heavenly smell of bacon that is floating under my nose and making my mouth water.
After our encounter the other night, Sloane has doubled down on avoiding me.
Apparently, according to her thinking, I’m unable to be exclusive because I guess I’m a man whore or something.What pisses me off is that she’s right, I’ve never wanted to be tied down and I’ve never met someone who I want to be tied to, and just thinking about her with someone else sends hot anger up my spine and my molars grind together.
