“No. That’s not what I want at all.”
She looks at me with such seriousness. “Then what do you want?”
“You. I want you.”
eighteen
. . .
Mason
three years ago
chicago
I knowit’s typically three little words that change people’s lives but, in my case, it was four.
“You. I want you.”
One second, I’m wondering how badly I’ve fucked this up and whether I can convince Connor to let me stay with him these next few nights, and the next, Violet’s sitting in my lap. Her arms are wrapped around my neck and she’s looking down at me shyly, like she’d been waiting for the permission my words gave her. “Is this okay?”
This is heaven. It has to be. “You’re so perfect, Vi.”I suddenly felt the urge to let out all of the loving thoughts I’d been having about her. A faint blush starts to form on her golden-brown skin. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes.” She leans her forehead against mine as I move my calloused hands to her waist on top of her oversized t-shirt. While I was itching to explore what was underneath, I wanted to make sure we were on the same page.
“Vi, look at me. When I say I want you, I don’t mean just for sex. I want to stay up until midnight watching those 90s rom-coms you love so much and wake up in the morning knowing you’ll be the first thing I’ll see. I want you at my games cheering me on and I want to be the first person you tell all your big wins to.” I press a small kiss on her forehead. “And when the weight of the world feels like it’s too much to carry, I want to be the first person you call to lean on. When I say I want you, I mean I want all of you.”
A smile that could light up the whole city takes over her face and I swear time stops as she kisses my neck and whispers, “I’ve had this dream so many times before, it doesn’t even feel real now.”
“You’re mine.” I cup her face in my hands and close the distance between us, kissing her with every ounce of intensity I have. This draws a moan from her.Fuck I need to hear that again.I want that noise to be imprinted on my brain forever.
I drag my tongue across her bottom lip, begging for her to let me in as I caress her bare thighs. My cock is already hard and begging, but I intend on dragging this out. I want her so wet, aching, and desperate for me that she will never want to leave this bed. I trail my fingers up her thighs, toying with the sides of her underwear. She weaves her fingers through my hair and tugs, earning a small groan from me.
“Mason, why so coy?”
I break apart our kiss and take in her brown eyes, now filled with lust, and her soft lips that are starting to swell. Licking my own lips, I drag my gaze down her body. Violet’s nipples arenow fully peaked through her shirt, asking me to give them the proper attention they deserve. As I reach for the hem, I feel her stiffen slightly, causing me to pull back. “Everything okay?”
Violet removes her hands from my hair and starts toying with her fingers anxiously, avoiding my gaze. I tilt her chin up with one hand and cup her face, drawing soothing circles on her cheek.
“You’re in full control here, Vi. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” She was so confident a minute ago.
She turns her head to place a kiss on my palm before removing my hand from her face and placing it on her racing heart. “I want more. Trust me I do. I’m just feeling a little nervous…and maybe a bit insecure.”
Insecure? Does this girl not see what she's doing to me? “You have nothing to be insecure about, Angel. It’s taking all of my self-control not to strip you bare and fuck you right now. And if you need additional evidence of how turned on I am…” I tip my head down at my cock, fully tented in my sweatpants.
A faint blush covers her. “It’s just crazy because it’s you, and it’s been a while since I’ve been with someone, and you have a lot more experience than I do.”
“Are you slut shaming me?” I tease in an attempt to lighten the mood.
“No! I’m just nervous that I won’t live up to what you’ve had in the past…” She closes her eyes and leans her forehead against mine. She sighs deeply, releasing all of her feelings into the air.
I’d never given a second thought to my relationship history (or really lack thereof) until this moment with Violet. It made my stomach pinch knowing how much it was bothering her. “I’m grateful that you trust me enough to share your insecurities.” I move my hands back to her thighs and place a small kiss on her nose. “And, just so you know, I am basically a virgin. I also haven’t been with anyone in a while. Not since we last kissed.” I throw in a wink to play off my humiliating revelation. If she didn’t know I had been pining before, she does now.
“That was almost a year ago.”
“I know.”
She looks awfully gleeful at my discomfort. I’d be offended, but the glee has replaced the tension as she steers us back on track. She covers my hand, the one still placed on her beating heart, and moves it to the bottom of her shirt.
