I’ve never felt greed before today, not until I realized I don’t want to share her smiles with anyone. I don’t want to share her.
“What’s that look for?” she whispers as she brings her hand to my arm.
She begins to draw random patterns on my shoulder while I search for the right words.Chapter 24KingsleyThe sex was mindblowing, but right now, the look on his face has me holding my breath and my heart beating over time.
My hand stills on his shoulder when he remains silent.
“Mace?” I whisper, wondering where his mind is at.
“It’s nothing,” he says, and I can see the smile is forced as it forms around his mouth.
Needing to use the bathroom, I pull away from him, and I struggle not to squeeze my legs together, but the second I’m in the bathroom, I shut the door and run for the toilet.
I use the moment to think about Mason’s weird behavior. The look on his face was something similar to love. Was that only my post-orgasmic bliss imagining things?
I finish up and wash my hands. When I reach for the bathrobe, an apprehensive feeling skitters down my spine.
I pull on the robe and take a deep breath before I open the door. I can’t make myself take a step forward when my eyes fall on Mason where he’s dragging his sweater on. When he’s done, he picks up my clothes from the floor and set them down on the bed, and then only does he look at me.
Déjà vu is a bitch.
I try to stay calm as I say, “I’ll let you out.” Darting past him, I stop at the locked door and close my eyes for a second before I force a burst of laughter over my lips. “You have the key.”
“Lucky for me,” he says. He comes up behind me and taking hold of my shoulders, he turns me around. “You think I’m going to make a run for it?”
Okay, this is not playing out according to the script.
I let out a nervous chuckle, and admit, “I have no idea what you planned to do.”
Taking hold of the back of my neck, he pulls me to his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of my head just like he did the last time we slept together.
Before I can pull back, he brings his other hand to my chin and nudges my face up. “Stop overthinking things, Hunt. I’m not ready to talk about my feelings, so don’t take it the wrong way and think I’m pulling away because I’m not.” He presses a kiss to my mouth, then grumbles, “Get your ass dressed, and let’s go grab some food.”
I walk to my closet and grab a pair of jeans and a long-sleeve shirt. Holding the clothes in my hands, I turn back to Mason. “I’m sorry I keep misreading things.”
“I understand,” he answers, and sitting down on the edge of the bed, he continues, “Once you know me better things will get easier.”
I nod because he’s right. I place the clothes on the side of the bed then rummage through my drawers for underwear. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Black.”
I let out a huff of laughter, then I tease him, “I should’ve known.” I turn around with a pair of matching black lace underwear.
“Oh, wait. In that case, I don’t have a favorite color. We can go with translucent.”
I begin to laugh as I drag my panties on and almost losing my balance, I quickly brace my hand on the bed.
“Is it weird that I love your clumsiness?” Mason asks as he gets up, and crouching in front of me, he takes hold of my panties and pulls them up my legs. He presses a kiss to my hip, and it makes me feel treasured.
I stand with a grin as he picks up my bra and leaning into me, he clips it on then he holds the straps open for me. “Arms.” I push them through the loops then burst out laughing when he adjusts the girls in the cups.
Shooting me a smile, he grabs my jeans, and when he has me fully dressed, he leans in and presses a kiss to mouth and taking my hand, he says, “Let’s go eat.”
When we get into the elevator, he brings his free hand up to my hair and combs his fingers through the strands. “You had a couple sticking up.”
“I wonder why?” I wink at him, and it brings the sexy grin back to his face.
When we walk out of the dorm, I press my cheek to his arm and smile up at him. “I like this.”
“Yeah?” He lets go of my hand and places his arm around my shoulder, pulling me to his side. “I like it too.”MasonWhen Tuesday comes, it feels like I’m on a high.