My lips remain shut.
‘You want me to touch you, Blush?’ Mason asks, sending a rush of tingles through my veins. ‘You want me to taste you?’
‘Oh, God,’ I whimper.
‘That’s not an answer.’
‘Y-yes,’ I stammer, legs buckling.
Wrapping an arm around me, Mason spins me around, hoisting me onto the desk. He pushes my thighs apart as he steps closer, towering over me, his broad chest in line with my eyes.
‘Tell me what you want.’
‘I want you,’ I breathe.
‘You want me to what?’
‘Mason,’ I groan, throwing my head back as his warm fingers trail up my thighs.
‘Yes?’
‘I want you to touch me,’ I whisper.
‘And what else?’
‘Fuck you,’ I hiss, but my breathlessness gives away my true feelings. I’m loving the touch of his hands on me.
‘Come on, Blush. Tell me.’
‘I want you to taste me.’
‘Okay,’ he murmurs. I inhale long and hard, relishing in his scent, and let myself finally enjoy his closeness. Goosebumps erupt across my skin as his lips caress mine, so tender and soft that I end up gripping the back of his neck and pulling him to me, roughly kissing him with all the pent-up emotions I’ve kept locked away. He groans into my mouth, kissing me back just as hard.
I don’t know why all rational thought has evaporated from our brains, but at this moment, I really don’t care. I don’t care if I’m weak, or stupid, or downright fucking insane. I just want him, and that’s all that matters.
We kiss long and hard, and I’m breathless when we break apart. He leaves a trail of kisses along my mouth, across my jaw and down my throat. He bites into my neck and I hiss in delight, arching my back, pressing my body into his, even though there’s no space to close between us. My hands roam wildly over his muscled back, his shoulders, across his chest, the hard outline of his abs.
‘What if someone walks in?’ I whisper, not daring to open my eyes and ruin this moment.
‘They can enjoy the show.’
His body slides down mine, and he leaves hot, open-mouthed kisses up my inner thigh. My chest is heaving at this point, and I sink my fingers into his hair, wrapping the unruly dark strands around my fingers.
‘Look at me, Blush,’ he murmurs.
Swallowing, I force my eyes open, and stare down at him. He’s wedged between my bare thighs, on his knees, those dark eyes fixed on mine.
‘I’ve wanted to taste you for a very long time. Do you know that?’ he asks.
I shake my head, words escaping me.
Moving his hands underneath my thighs, he hoists them over his shoulders, simultaneously dragging me forward to the very edge of the desk. Eyes darting back up to mine, he licks his lips.
‘You want this?’ he murmurs.
‘Yes,’ I whisper.
‘How much?’
