Her blue eyes glowed in the golden-tinged light of the room and she reached up, cupping his cheek with her soft palm. Her fingers rubbed, streaked down his face in the most delicate of caresses and he turned his head, pressing a ferocious kiss to her palm.
“Mason, don’t hold back. Don’t hold anything back. I’m not made of glass.” She smiled at him, that devastating, vulnerable little smile that killed him every time he saw it and he blew out a harsh breath.
“I don’t want to hurt you, baby. It’s been a while and well...”
“Say that again,” she interrupted, her eyes widening.
Uh, oh. Why did he have to go and admit that it had been a while? “Say what again?” he asked warily.
Blake shifted beneath him, her breasts jiggling. He was overwhelmed with the need to lick those pretty little nipples. “Call me that again.”
“Call you what?” His brow wrinkled, but then he realized. “Baby?”
“Yes.” She nodded, her hand sliding away from his face, down his neck, along his chest. Her gentle touch sent heated sparks shooting across his skin. “I love it when you call me that. No one ever calls me anything but Blake or Ms. Hewitt or pain in the ass.”
Mason chuckled and dipped his head, giving her a mind blowing kiss that almost made him woozy. Fuck, he could kiss her for days and never grow tired of it. “You have the most delicious mouth, my little pain in the ass.”
She swatted his chest, a laugh escaping her. “Don’t call me that.”
“Okay I won’t.” He kissed her again. “Ms. Hewitt.”
“Now you’re just being rotten.”
He began to move once more, a little faster this time, a little rougher. Her breathing accelerated, her protests dying on her lips and the dazed expression on her face made his heart swell. “I just like teasing you.” He kissed her again, his tongue doing a slow sweep of her delicious mouth. “Baby.”
Blake groaned and closed her eyes, her hands clutching at his sides as he drove himself into her. Glancing down, he could see where their bodies were connected, could watch the in and out slide of his cock, glistening with her juices. He thrust forward, his dark pubic hair mingling with hers, and the groan that tore out of him at the sight startled her, her eyes flying open.
“Are you okay?”
Hell yes, he’d never been better. Had it ever been like this? All consuming, overwhelming, mind blowing?
He didn’t think so. Hell, he couldn’t think at all.
“I’m fine,” he said through gritted teeth, his arms shaking with the strain of holding himself above her.
She fluttered her hands over his ass, stroking, kneading the muscles there and he pumped even faster, the familiar tingling starting at the base of his spine, the base of his cock.
He was going to come, and it was going to be a big one. Was she close? Her pussy was so tight. Like the hottest, sweetest fist, and her swollen tissues dragged along his length with his every thrusting move.
Reaching between them, he touched her distended clit, his index finger twirling and stroking. She gasped, tossing her head back and forth amongst the pillows. “More,” she urged and he gave it to her, circling her clit, driving them both over the brink.
Mason came with a shout, his entire body tense for that one, hanging moment before it surrendered completely to the orgasmic sensation. The unmistakable clench of her inner walls fluttering around him followed soon afterward, and he slumped over her, his body shuddering again and again.
She held him close, her harsh breaths so close to his ear, and he nuzzled her there, inhaling her sweet, sex-tinged scent.
That had been amazing. Unbelievable.
And probably the biggest mistake of his life.
Chapter Eight
Blake’s eyes fluttered open and she sat up quickly, glancing about her darkened bedroom. It had to be late, the sky was already dark, stars twinkling at her through the window and she checked the clock.
Past six at night. Good lord, they must’ve fallen asleep. And where was Mason? She didn’t particularly like waking up alone, especially after everything they’d just experienced.
She shivered, remembering every delicious thing Mason had done to her body and she snuggled back under the covers. The man had amazing hands, an amazing mouth and the most amazing...
A little giggle escaped her and she slapped her hand over her mouth. Oh yes, everything about Mason was amazing and he knew just what to do with all of it. Her body felt sated, her limbs languorous and the satisfied curl of her lips had everything to do with the most delicious orgasms Mason had given her earlier.