“And now you’ve just taken in another stray,” I said and pointed to myself.
“Not exactly a hardship.”
I blushed and busied myself with putting away the empty containers. Dumping them all back in the bags, I carried them to the kitchen and heard Mason following.
Once I put away our leftovers, I threw the empty containers in the trash. The warmth at my back made me hold on to the edge of the counter. He was standing close enough that if I leaned back slightly, I would be flush against his front.
He trailed a finger up my arm, his touch light, his intentions clear. Did I really want to go there again?
I answered my own question when I turned around and tilted my head back. “Don’t start this if you don’t intend to go through with it.”
He leaned down, his lips a breath from mine. “I plan to go through with it all right. The question is: Are you willing to see were this is going?”
I lifted my hand and slowly curled my fingers on the nape of his neck to hold him in place. I needed this kiss as much as my next breath. Instead of wasting more words, I got up on my tippy toes and closed the distance between us.
I felt the velvet warmth of his kiss down to my toes, my body instantly ready and aching at the contact. I was not usually this easily turned on, but Mason managed to get a response from me by just breathing in my vicinity.
He took charge, and I kissed him back with urgency, taking the kiss deeper, opening up to him and struggling to hold back my moans every time his tongue touched mine.
His hands moved under my sweatshirt and skimmed my sides until they stopped just below my breasts. We broke the kiss and he stepped back. “Let’s take this to the bedroom. I want to do it right this time.”
I nodded, incapable of denying him. Didn’t matter where he was taking me, I would have agreed as long as he was there with me.
He held my hand again as he led me up the two flights of stairs to his room on the third floor. I hadn’t been up there before and was curious what it was like. When I walked in, my eyes went wide, and I tripped on a pair of shoes. The bedroom took up the whole top floor, his room not as big as the width of the house, but still about the size of three normal-sized bedrooms.
The entire back wall was made up of windows, giving him an uninterrupted view of the lavender fields and mountains beyond. There were two doors coming off the left side, one leading to a bathroom, the other to what looked like his closet.
A king-sized bed was pushed up against the wall opposite the windows, making it the perfect spot to enjoy the view. He didn’t have much furniture other than a nightstand and bed, but I could see the potential. There was enough space to add a sitting area and a desk. And if he added a few pictures it would look a lot more like a home.
“I haven’t had a chance to buy much furniture,” he said, watching my reaction.
I squeezed his hand. “Mason, it’s beautiful.”
He looked at his feet. “Thanks. I always wanted to have a room like this.”
I stepped in front of him, never letting go of his hand. “The whole house is amazing. You did an incredible job with it. And this room is everything.”
He looked up and I saw a flicker of doubt in his eyes. “You think so?”
“I know so. I can’t believe you did all this yourself.”
“Jameson helped as well.”
“I’m sure he did. But it’s still your house and your hard work that put it together. It’s okay to be proud of it.”
He tugged on my hand and leaned down to kiss my neck. I shivered at the contact and he led me to his bed. “I’ll show you the rest later.”
I moaned my agreement, and he kissed me and walked me to the bed. He pulled my sweatshirt up again. “This needs to go.”
I sat down on the bed and shuffled back, leaning up on my elbows. Mason followed and didn’t waste any time; he buried his face in my boobs, worshipping each one with kisses and licks. I writhed underneath him, feeling like I was going to explode if he didn’t stop teasing me.
“Mason,” I moaned. “I need you.”
He looked up and his eyes were glazed over with lust, his breathing labored. “I’m not finished yet.”
I pulled his pants down over his ass, making sure to brush my hands against him. He pulled them the rest of the way off, his boxers followed right after. I was still wearing pants and couldn’t get out of them quick enough, my impatience growing to explosive proportions.
“Please, stop teasing me,” I whimpered, the feel of his skin on mine making me wetter than I had ever been.
