“Mason?”
“Yeah, baby?”
Steeling my courage, I lean back in his arms and bluntly state, “Take me to bed.”
His pupils dilate until the blue is completely eclipsed. An excited tremor skims up my body at what that heated midnight gaze entails. And I want it. Badly. I don’t want soft or sweet or tender. There’ll be time for all that later.
His voice is gruff when he asks, “Are you sure?”
With a sole-minded determination, I grip his hair at the back of his head and nip his bottom lip, making it clear what I want.
Rough hands dig into the flesh of my ass to secure me in place as he rises to stand while holding me in his arms. A physical feat that should be impossible, but one he makes look ridiculously easy. And hot as hell.
Locking my ankles at the curve of his lower lumbar, he adjusts his grip to palm my ass with one hand while the other presses on my lower back. The hard length of him strokes my clit through our clothes, and I moan. Loudly. I know as soon as he touches me down there—with his mouth, fingers, or,yes, please, the massive hardness I’m trying my best to grind down on—I’m going to go off like the fourth of July.
I haven’t had sex since the last time he and I were together. Pitiful, I know, but Mason ruined me for anyone else. Completely, thoroughly, devastatingly ruined me.
Because no matter how much I wanted to move on this past year, I couldn’t. Just like I couldn’t stop loving him.
“Baby,” he begins, but this time, it’s me shutting him up with a hard kiss.
“If you ask me again if I’m sure, I’m going to strangle you. Now kindly take me inside and screw my brains out.”
There. Straight to the point. No mincing words.
His grin turns wicked, one filled with delicious promises.
I think I just had a mini orgasm.
Chapter 12
MASON
With our kiss out of control and my hands full of her soft curves, I stumble inside Aria’s house with her locked tightly around me.
“Brandon,” I grunt against her mouth.
“Won’t be home until tomorrow,” she pants out.
Thank god.
I push her up against the wall on our way to her bedroom, not able to wait any longer to feel her skin under my fingertips.
“Here’s good.” She goes for the zipper of my shorts. “Off.”
Not needing any further convincing, as long as I’m inside her in the next five seconds, I tug the back of her shirt, but it gets stuck between my hand, her back, and the wall.
“You first.”
Forget this. I have plans for my beautiful Aria. I’ve been without her for far too long. Hundreds of days to make up for. So many orgasms I owe her.
“Mason,” she whines when I turn us and begin walking again.
“Patience, ladybug. Which one?” I ask, and she absentmindedly points to the bedroom door to the left as her mouth does delicious things to my neck.
The door is cracked open, so I push it with my foot, then kick it closed once we cross the threshold. There’ll be time later to look around her personal space and be nosy, but my sole focus is getting her in bed and naked, in that order.
Laughter explodes out of her when I tumble us to the mattress, the soft goose-down comforter cushioning our descent.
