“I’m sorry!” I burst out when I catch a glimpse of his shocked expression. “I didn’t… I didn’t know you were in here.”
“Why are you back?” He doesn’t sound angry. Just startled and disoriented.
“I was dropping some stuff by here so I didn’t have to haul it into the village. I didn’t mean to… to interrupt.”
He stares at me for a long time. I have no idea what he’s thinking. Then he mumbles, “Give me a minute.”
“Okay.” I turn my back to him. Then hurry into the kitchen. I set down my bag and busy myself finding a place to put my father’s books.
I’m hot all over and still pulsing achily between my legs.
“I’m sorry you had to see that,” Mason says from behind me, his low voice making me jerk.
I turn around quickly. “No, it’s my fault. I didn’t…”
He’s breathing heavily. His face is as flushed as mine feels. “I thought you were gone so I could do that without you… I’ve been trying to be good.”
“Be good? Was that bad for you to be doing?” Now that we’re talking about it, I feel a little better.
“N-no. But I didn’t know what you’d think about it, and I didn’t want you to feel like…”
I swallow hard. “I hope this doesn’t make me sound stupid, but I don’t even really know what you were doing.”
His eyes jerk up to my face, like he’s checking to see if I’m serious.
I am. My eyes are wide, and I’m completely earnest.
“Oh. It’s… When a man can’t have sex but wants to, he can do that instead.”
I blink. It rings true. I was sure even from the beginning that whatever I saw him doing was sexual. “So you want to have sex?”
He blinks. “Uh, sure. Of course I do.”
I frown, trying to figure it out. “With me?”
“I’m not pushing you. We said we’d take it slow. But sometimes… I need… something.”
“Okay.” I still feel out of my depth. “Well, I don’t know much about it, but I don’t mind if you need to do that.”
“You don’t?”
“No. Why would I mind?”
“You’re so sweet and soft and… innocent. I didn’t want you to feel weird or embarrassed about it.”
“So you weren’t doing it because I’m around? Because you thought I wouldn’t like it?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Oh. Well, don’t stop because of me. I don’t have aproblem with it. Do you… When you want to do it, does it feel like I do right now?”
His expression shifts slightly. “How do you feel?”
“I don’t know. All hot and throbby and… and… restless.”
He sucks in a loud breath through his nose. His eyes run up and down my body. “You feel like that?”
“Yes. Watching you made me feel like that.”
