“Mason.” His name. A breathy sigh this time. Funny how when she came, she got quiet, just letting go and coming undone in his arms like all the fireworks were on the inside now and required all her attention. And he had her, holding her tight until she finished and he could move up, pull her into his arms. Funny, too, how just this would be enough, making her feel good. Making her happy.
Fuck.
It really might be love after all.
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MASON’S JAW CLENCHED as he pulled her into his arms. She was still humming, coming down from the most amazing orgasm high ever. Part of her had an immediate date with her pillow, and the mattress had never seemed softer, better, but she had Mason wrapped around her—and he had an erection that wouldn’t quit. Wasting it would be a shame.
So she rolled onto her back, tugging him over her. He let her, settling easily between her hips. She wrapped her legs around his waist and it was just like before, except now he was kissing distance away. Knowing where his mouth had been got her hot. The wet slick of her juices on his lips was one of the most erotic sights she’d ever seen and she pressed her fingertips against his mouth.
This was probably the moment when she should say something witty or memorable—or at least appreciative. Instead, she was more of a babbler and nonstop talker. She also gave directions, because there was no point in forgoing an orgasm just because her partner wasn’t getting it right. But Mason was...Mason. And he wasn’t like any of her other lovers. They were nice guys or—more often—bad boys, because if she was treating herself, she liked to do it right, with guys who knew how to make sure the night was fun. Mason was fun, too, but he was also something...more. If she hadn’t still been quivering, her legs weak from the most incredible orgasm she’d had in months or possibly forever, she would have taken a moment to think about it.
Instead, she ran her hands up his arms. He was sweat slicked, the muscles cording in the sexiest way as he held himself up over her.
Since it was her turn—and she really, really wanted to feel him inside her sometime soon—she traced those delicious biceps with her hands. Followed with her mouth, leaning up to tongue his nipples. He groaned, a husky sound that was part curse, part her name.
“I’m right here,” she said, as if there was any question of that.
Then he lowered his mouth, taking her. Their tongues tangled and all the games, the erotic refinements, didn’t matter half as much as that raw connection. She tasted him. Licked him. Learning his mouth, his throat, the hard, ridged planes of his chest. His hands and mouth were equally busy, roaming over her curves, and his fingers found her pussy again. There was nothing fancy or sophisticated about this, just the exquisite heat of his touch and the need to press as much of her against as much of him as possible.
Eventually, he threw out an arm, reaching for the condoms on the bedside table. She was no help at all as he tore a packet open, because she was just waiting for him to put himself inside her. Or for her to take him. Right now, either worked for her as long as it happened now, now, now.
He dragged the tip down her slit and that was one more jolt of pleasure. His eyes were glazed, too, though, his breath coming in rough pants, and she pulled him closer so she could feel the tension and need vibrating through his big body. Whatever this was, whatever they were doing here in her bed, right now he was all hers.
He entered her slowly, inch by inch. And that felt so much better than his tongue or his fingers, filling up an empty place she hadn’t realized she had. He paused when he was seated deep inside her.
“Okay?” He asked the question as if he was dead serious, and she knew she should tell him that she didn’t always need sweet and gentle. It was okay for him to not be a gentleman, to be just a little rough and let go all the way. He pulled out a few glorious, friction-filled inches, before pushing back inside her.
“Better than okay,” she whispered, and then gave him a hint, drawing back and slamming back against him, forcing him deep and hard inside her body.
“Harder,” he agreed, and then began a rough, satisfying rhythm that made her entire body hum with the pleasure of him. He drove in and she rose up to meet him, digging her fingernails into his shoulders as they pressed together. He pounded into her in a primal beat and the orgasm surprised her, coiling through her body in a burst of electric white. She wrapped arms and legs around him, burying her face in his collarbone as he pumped once more, twice, and then followed her over that glorious edge.
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“WOW,” SHE SAID, flopping back on her pillow. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.”