“No, you don’t love. Trust me. Relax your muscles. Let it go.”
Suddenly, I’m gripped by the most powerful orgasm of my life. It tears through me, spreading out from my sex, racing to every inch of my body. I hear myself scream as another wave crashes through me, and I tear my eyes open in time to see a blast of liquid soak Mason’s hand.
He doesn’t stop and the spasms go on and on. When they fade, I fall forward on his chest, swallowing hard and fighting to catch my breath. “Don’t let go of me.” His arms tighten around my back while I bury my face in his neck. “Fuck. I didn’t think I could do that.”
His chuckle makes me sit back, and I feel his hard cock beneath me. He grabs my hips when I rise to take him in. “No, baby, you’ll hurt yourself riding me. Lay on your belly.”
Trying to ignore the huge wet spot on the bed, I scoot overand stretch out on my stomach. Mason’s firm hand runs down my back, then lifts my hips to slide a pillow beneath them, raising my ass a few inches. “So fucking sexy,” he murmurs, and I gasp as he smacks the curve of my ass. “You like that?” He spanks the other cheek, and I’m mortified at the groan that escapes my throat.
“Oh, Evie, so naughty. I can’t wait to put you over my knee when you’re healed. Right now, I’m going to take you.” He buries himself completely, making me cry out as I stretch to accommodate his size. My neck and back are covered with passionate open mouthed kisses as he fucks me in long slow strokes. Within minutes, I’m coming again, and this time he joins me, groaning into my neck.
Collapsing beside me, he cuddles me close, entwining our limbs. God, sex with this man just gets better and better. After a few minutes, he kisses my neck and heads to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth.
I have to look away when he spreads me open, running the wet cloth between my legs. “Evie,” he teases, “You let me spank you, and spray all over my hand, but this is too intimate?”
“Shut up. I didn’t let you. You just did it.”
“I’ll do it again, too.” I curl into his side, planting my face in the crook of his arm so he can’t see the heat in my face. “Don’t hide from me, love. There’s no reason to be embarrassed, or hide what feels good. You can be anyone you want with me; my naughty girl, my princess, my brave fighter. I want to know you. All of you. Every angle and nuance of that beautiful brain and firm little body. I want all of you, Evie.”
“Do I get all of you in return?”
“What you see is all of me. I’m not that complicated.”
“Will you tell me what happened to your dad?”
Mason sighs. “He’s in prison. I really don’t like to talk about it.”
Holy shit. I didn’t see that coming. He looks so unhappy I can’t question him further though I’m dying to know what crime his father committed. “Okay, just one more question, then.”
The corners of his mouth tuck in, showing his reluctance. “Go ahead.”
“Where did you learn to fuck like that?”
A relieved laugh fills the room. “I grew up with my aunt and uncle who were…well, hippies. They taught a weekly tantric sex class, and my brothers and I may have eavesdropped a few times on the lesson plan.”
Chapter Nine
The police have turned up nothing in my attack, and Mason’s investigators have drawn a blank as well. Mason stays stitched to my hip for the next week. He and Ian insist I stay with him until the guy is caught. Amy agrees. “Jesus, girl, I can’t leave you for a fucking second, you’re trying to get yourself killed,” she says, nearly yelling into her phone.
“I’m fine, Amy. How are things going? Do you like New York? How is Wendy?”
“New York’s amazing, things are great, and Wendy and I are fine. Are you staying close to the tattoo god?”
“His name is Mason. And yes, I’m staying with him. The Striking Back waterpark and carnival is tomorrow, so don’t worry if you can’t get a hold of me.”
“All right, chick. I have to get to work. Call me if you need me.”
“I will.” I end the call and flop back on the couch. It’s been wonderful spending all this time with Mason. We’ve been out to dinner and the movies, spent hours curled up on the couch talking.
I love being with him, but I don’t want him spending time with me because he’s forced to, just because I’m in danger. After tomorrow, I’ll hire my own security and go back home. I can’t hide forever.
The day of the carnival and waterpark trip dawns brightand sunny. The temperature is supposed to top out at eighty-five degrees, a perfect day for swimming. As soon as I step out of Mason’s car, I’m seized by the waist and pulled against his hard body.
“What are you doing?”
He steps back into an alcove, taking me with him. “Getting a taste of you before we’re surrounded by impressionable kids.” His lips take mine in a powerful, skin tingling kiss while he squeezes my ass with both hands.
“You’ll just have to behave yourself.”
