‘Me and you,’ I murmur.
His mouth is on mine once more, and I groan into him. Arching into his hard body, I explore the rigid muscles of his back with my hands. Curling my fingers around the hem of his shirt, I yank it up over his head, throwing it somewhere on the other side of the room.
I thread my fingers through his hair, and we kiss long and hard. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, savouring the sweet and salty taste of him. His hands are everywhere – skimming over my back, tracing my curves, dancing across my stomach. Flipping him onto his back, I pepper kisses across his face, the same way he has to me a million times.
‘I like that,’ he breathes, his voice husky, his chest rising and falling underneath me. ‘You’re kissing my freckles.’
‘They’re faint, but they’re there,’ I murmur.
Moving down to his neck, I run my tongue across his skin, tasting the minty freshness of his body wash and the signature spice ofhim. I wish I could bottle it to keep for myself. My lips trail across his collarbones, gliding down his hard chest. My tongue snakes across his nipple, and his hands tighten on my hips. He pushes upwards, his erection pressing against my stomach as I move lower, dragging my tongue along those sculpted abs I love so much.
‘Fuck,’ he mutters when I pop open his jeans with a quick flick of my finger. He lifts his hips as I pull his pants down, never breaking eye contact with him.
‘Okay?’ I whisper.
‘Okay,’ he croaks.
Moving my hand across him, over the fabric of his underwear, I encircle his thick length. His breath stutters, and a shooting sensation spears through me at the sound of it. Peeling the fabric back, I keep my eyes on his as I circle his head with my tongue. He hisses, moving a hand to my hair and scraping his fingernails against my scalp, and I moan at the harshness of it. Moving my lips over his length, I take him as far down my throat as I can. The sound that leaves his lips has me clenching my thighs together as heat threatens to consume me. I suck softly and gently at first, getting used to his size, before taking him further and deeper.
‘Blush,’ he says through gritted teeth, fingers moving to the back of my neck and curling around it, the other hand gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles are bleached white. ‘I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.’
Smirking victoriously, I repeat the action once, twice, and then hot liquid spurts onto my tongue as he lets out a guttural groan, hips jerking as he spills his release down my throat. After swallowing every single drop, I peel back, licking my lips. His cheeks are tinged a delicious pink, and his eyes are dark and lustful as I move back up his body.
‘You’re incredible,’ he drawls, fingers curling around my hips, tugging me close. ‘It’s ... never like that for me.’
‘The feeling is mutual, Captain.’
The dark storm in his eyes flares up. ‘Say that again.’
‘Captain,’ I whisper, lightly tracing the lines of his stomach.
And then we are kissing again, wild and desperate once more. I lose all sense of time and reality as we kiss like the world is ending tomorrow and these are our last moments together. It feels like that, after waiting for so long. The feeling of his hands and mouth all over me is something I never want to forget. Despite everything, it just feels soright.
My door handle begins to jiggle, and then a loud knock jolts us out of our trance. I roll off him, panting, and hastily brush my messy hair out of my face. The person moves on quickly, but my heart is still in my throat as I push to a seated position and press my fingertips to my pulsing lips.
‘Do you forgive me?’ I ask, sporting a coy smile.
He looks at me with his trademark crooked grin on his face.
‘Yeah, Blush. I think so.’
23
MASON
MY EYES ARE ONher as we re-enter the party like the world hasn’t just tipped on its axis.
She rejoins her friends in the corner of the room, and I reluctantly go in the opposite direction, finding the football guys gathered in the kitchen, a line of shots spread out across the counter.
‘Where have you been?’ Zayden asks, an eyebrow curved. He quickly assesses my messy hair and flushed cheeks, and smirks. ‘Ah, you dirty dog. Who was it?’
My stomach hardens into cement as the guilt hits me with the force of a B-double truck. ‘No one.’
Rolling his eyes, he claps his hand onto my back. ‘Okay, keep your secrets, then.’
I exhale, feeling even worse. I don’t keep secrets from Zayden, and this is one giant secret that has the potential to combust and detonate everything in its surroundings. Swiping the shot in front of me, I throw it down my throat, growling at the bitter taste it leaves in my mouth.
I can still taste her lips on my tongue.
