Mason acts like his normal self, so he’s clearly not holding a grudge or judging me the way Lorraine and Aria always did after anything they considered a mistake from me. In fact, he appears to be in a pretty good mood as I work on mending and he cleans some tools after dinner.
It’s earlier than normal when he says, “Well, I guess I might get cleaned up for bed.”
I glance up from the shirt I’m stitching up a hole in. “Okay.”
He stands but then doesn’t get farther. He looks between me and the floor. “You gonna come?”
“To bed? Yes. I will.” Then I realize what he’s asking. “Oh. Yes. We can have sex again if you want to.” I swallow. “Do you want to?”
“Course I do.” His eyes take on that glint of heat I’ve seen a few times in the past. “But only if you want to too.”
“I do. You get ready first, and then I will.”
“Sounds good.”
He’s almost smiling as he heads for the bathroom.
I’m not smiling.
It’s not that the sex last night was bad or anything. I greatly enjoyed the first part, and the second part wasn’t terrible.
But I’m still feeling all flustered and embarrassed about my mishaps. And I’m still kind of sore—both from sex last night and from my fall.
There’s no possible way I’m going to disappoint Mason, however. If he wants to have sex again tonight, then that’s what we’re going to do.
Thirty minutes later, I walk into his bedroom in one of my nightgowns. He’s already lying in bed, propped up on two pillows and watching me as I advance.
“I like your hair like that,” he says with that thick texture in his voice I remember from yesterday. “It looks awfully pretty.”
I brushed my hair out loose, and it’s now hanging down my back. “Thank you.” I climb into bed on the opposite side as him. “I can’t wear it this way during the day because it would get in the way and get dirty.”
“Yeah. Makes sense. Don’t need anyone else seeing you like this anyway.”
“What do you mean?”
“All pretty and sexy and sweet like honey cake. Lots of guys would leer and want you for themselves. You looking like this is no one else’s business but mine.”
I realize he’s giving me a strange sort of compliment, and the pleasure of it blooms in my chest and belly. “Oh. I guess not.” I take off my nightgown and then stretch out on my back and stare up at him when he sits up beside me.
“You feel up to it, right? After taking that tumble?” His eyes are devouring my naked body from top to bottom.
“Yes, I feel fine.”
“Good.” He reaches out to brush his thumb against one of my nipples. It tightens immediately. “Does it feel good when I touch you?”
“Yes.” I suck in a slight breath when he uses both hands to fondle my breasts. “It feels real good.”
“Okay. Good.”
He takes longer than yesterday in touching me all over. Even my face and my belly and my thighs. But he keeps returning to my breasts until I’m even more pulsey and achy than I was yesterday. “Mason!” I’m arching my back, pushing my chest toward his hands as he twirls both nipples at the same time. “I want… I want…”
“What do you want, Teresa?” He’s as flushed as I am. His hair is wildly rumpled. He needs to shave again. And he’s working over my body with an earnest focus that makes me feel like he’s currently aware of nothing else in the world.
Nothing but me.
“I want… you know. It feels too good. I can’t… I want…”
He slides one of his hands between my legs, feeling mygroin with intimate entitlement. “You sure are hot and wet down here.”
