We’d spent the entire day falling in love.
Mason made space in his home for me, giving me everything I needed to feel comfortable and pampered. Since he cooked pretty good scrambled eggs for breakfast, I made salad and grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch.
We spent the day roaming around his enormous house, shooting a terrible round of 8-ball in his games room, and watching an hour of cartoons in his media room.
Maybe it was because we both had an unbelievable ability to focus, but being so completely tuned into each other for the past couple of days, it felt like we’d been together for weeks, or even months.
I wore the fancy dress that Mason bought me for an elaborate pizza dinner under the chandelier of his outrageous twenty person dining room table. We both squished in beside each other at the very end.
We had our very first mini-disagreement when I insisted that coffee did not go with pizza, but after Mason described the incredible espresso he had in Italy, we compromised. I changed my response of “absolutely not” to “it’s probably not for everyone”. Mason decided that was close enough, showering me with kisses.
After a walk around his back garden in the moonlight, we went up to his bedroom. This time, I was both more and less nervous.
My slight anxiety was lessened now that I knew how gentle and caring Mason was. But I was a bit more nervous knowing that I was ready for absolutely everything.
I’d never had a reason to spend much thought on knowing when the right time would be. Now that I was with such a wonderful, sexy, caring man, I knew that Mason was the one – even without Aunt Betsy’s description of my perfect man.
Suddenly a whisper of fear curled around the back of my mind. Should I tell Mason about the prediction from my sixteenth birthday? Sleeping on it one more night seemed logical.
Mason picked me up and twirled me around his bedroom. “Emily, my angel, I’ve had the most amazing day.”
“Me too.”
His lips skimmed down the side of my cheek as he unzipped me. “May I help you into your new pajamas, or would you like to cuddle mostly naked?”
“Or…” Slipping off my dress, he inhaled sharply as it hit the floor. “Maybe this time we could both be naked?”
For a second, I wasn’t sure if he heard me. Those brilliant green eyes stared at my fancy blue silk lingerie. Someday, I would have to thank his personal assistant Tanya for picking it out.
“Sweet Jesus,” he muttered, then suddenly he scooped me into his arms before laying me gently across the bed.
It felt like I was in a dream, as Mason kissed along every inch of my skin, slowly peeling away the bits of silk and lace until I wa
s completely naked.
“Damn,” he breathed, his eyes raking across my skin until I could almost feel the weight of his gaze.
Those incredible lips circled my nipples, sucking and teasing gently until I quivered, clutching at his shoulders. My thighs rubbed together, as I realized I felt empty inside. I needed him. Now.
He stood up, quickly pulling off his clothing as I gasped. Every muscle, every part of him was sexier than the last. Finally he pulled off his shorts.
As my gasp became a whimper, Mason sat beside me on the edge of the bed, leaning in to kiss my forehead. “We can wait longer if you want,” he said quickly.
How could I not melt at how careful he was with me?
Staring pointedly at the shaft sticking straight upward in my honor, I shook my head. “I’m ready. I want you. It’s just…” My fingers slid down the deep V of his abdomen to tease along the tip of his length. “You’re so huge.”
He shuddered from my touch, sending swirls of arousal through my belly. I loved how expressive he was.
Mason snuggled beside me, nibbling along the edge of my ear. “If you want me, I’ll be so gentle, angel.”
“I want you,” I said immediately.
His fingers trailed up my inner thigh, teasing slowly. He stared into my eyes as the first gentle touches of his fingertips traced through my center. Automatically spreading my legs, I felt like a delicate little lamb next to a massive beast.
He kissed me hungrily, our tongues entwining as he let me feel the desire brewing within. As his hand moved against my skin, my hips began to rock, grinding against him. The pad of his thumb found the spot where I needed him most, as his middle finger slipped in just a bit.
The wave of bliss was different this time. Maybe it was because I already knew that I was in love with him, and he was definitely falling for me. Maybe it was because it was the second time I was about to come in his arms, and I was more relaxed now.