Even through the confusion and the sadness, she still wanted him. Wanted to savor his body for as many days as she could before their time here ended. Why deny her body so much pleasure, even if her heart ached with their every joining?
Oh, she was being dramatic. She needed to get out of this shower, go back out there and attack him.
Mmm, it would be better if he joined her in the shower. Anticipation curled through her and she imagined what she would do if he showed up at this very moment. Stripped and ready, his eyes would flash with heat when he saw her naked, wet body.
Her nipples hardened at the thought, her imagination running wild. Letting her hands fall, she settled them on her breasts, cupping them, rubbing her nipples with her thumbs. Slick heat grew between her legs and she closed her eyes, tilting her head back further under the cascading water.
As if she conjured him from her thoughts, she opened her eyes and there he stood, clutching the edge of the open shower door. Still fully dressed, his hot gaze roved over her naked form, lingering on her backside. She faced him, giving him a better view.
“Care to join me?” she invited, smoothing the hair away from her face.
He visibly swallowed, she saw the bob of his Adam’s apple and he nodded slowly. “If you’ll have me.”
She’d have him every which way she could for the rest of her life if he’d let her. “Take your clothes off then.”
Stepping back, he undressed with unmistakable urgency. She trembled in anticipation, t
hough they’d done this before. Shower together, washing each other’s bodies, too aroused to resist the magnetic pull between them for long. He’d press her back against the cold tile, the warmth of his body holding her up while he filled her with his thick cock.
She wanted to do that again. Tonight.
Naked in record time, he entered the shower, his presence overwhelming the small space, crowding her in the most delicious way. The water hit him square in the chest and he dipped his head, soaking it under the hot spray of water before he stepped away, pushing his damp hair from his face.
He blinked down at her, the dark lashes surrounding his green eyes sparkling with tiny droplets, rivulets of water running down his face and neck, onto his chest.
She wanted to lick up every little path of water. Wanted to taste Mason’s musky skin, make him moan with every stroke of her tongue. Giving in to her urge, she reached out and ran her hands down his chest, across his stomach. He stood there, taking it, his mouth tight, his jaw clenched.
“I’m glad you came,” she murmured. Her gaze stayed locked with his when she took a step closer, her tongue darting out to lick at his distended nipple.
His eyelids fluttered and she licked again, lingering this time and she swore she felt the bit of flesh grow beneath her tongue. The unmistakable length of his erection nudged her belly and she glanced down, admiring him with eager, hungry eyes.
“I had to.” The simple statement was all she needed to hear. Her heart sang, exhilarated that he felt this connection between them too. And that he couldn’t deny it any longer.
Sliding down onto her knees she took him in her grasp, her fingers wrapped around him and he groaned, leaning against the tile wall. She gripped him hard, harder and he jerked in her hand, a little drop of clear liquid forming in the slit of his cock.
Blake leaned in, dabbed at that bit of liquid with her tongue and the spicy, slightly sour taste of him filled her mouth. She couldn’t tell Mason what she felt, too scared he would push her away. So she would show him instead.
How much she wanted to be his. That he had her complete and utter surrender and trust. Forever.
He trembled in her grip and she drew him into her mouth, wrapped her lips around the flared head of his cock. He pulsed and throbbed against her tongue and she pulled him deeper, taking him as far as he could go before drawing him almost all the way out.
She rested her hand against a hair roughened thigh, the rock hard muscle beneath her palm tensing and she stroked down, then up, up further until she gently cupped his balls. Triumph surged through her when she felt him shake, heard him groan with agonized pleasure.
There was such power in this exchange, even though she was the one down on her knees. His most important and beloved appendage throbbed in her mouth, rested between her teeth and he trusted she would treat him with the utmost care.
And she would. She savored him, her lips sucking, tongue licking, dancing over his thick, velvety length. She enjoyed this and she never had before with another man. But with Mason, she wanted to give. Wanted to show how much she wanted him, how much she wanted to please him.
This act most definitely pleased him. She was arrogant enough to know what she did with her mouth and hands brought him to the brink of orgasm in a matter of minutes.
He settled his hands on top of her head, knocking her from her thoughts and she glanced up, caught him watching her. His mouth was parted, lips damp, ragged breaths escaping him and he smoothed her wet hair back. He wanted to watch.
Men were such visual creatures, she thought with amusement. She’d much rather close her eyes and feel.
Blake withdrew him from her mouth, curling her tongue around the head before she licked the length of his cock. He shuddered, a low murmur of pleasure sounded deep in his throat and she paused, looked up at him once more.
“Don’t stop,” he begged, his chest heaving.
She smiled. “You want to come like this?”