I didn’t need that sign to point out that he was already the love of my life.
As his finger slipped in and out with incredible gentleness, I could feel that he loved me. Such care, such attention, with only the slightest bit of playful aggression. This man was a beast, behaving like a kitten so that he didn’t make me nervous.
Somehow Mason seemed to know precisely what I needed, holding his tongue flat against my clit, moving up and down in a slow grind.
“Yes,” I moaned, as my belly began to tremble. “Mason…”
He responded with a soft growl, the vibration hurtling me over the edge. My whining squeal filled the air around us as the climax hit me hard and deep, shaking me from head to toe. Blind with pleasure, I moaned his name over and over, losing myself in my overwhelming need for him.
Blinking wildly, I caught my breath as Mason kissed his way up my body to capture my lips. Somehow, I felt bonded to him. Complete.
“Wow,” I whispered.
Mason looked even more pleased than when he’d won those new clients. “Mmm. You’re absolutely delicious, angel,” he murmured, kissing across my forehead.
Standing up, he stripped off his shirt and pants, as I stared in disbelief.
I had no idea how he managed to be sculpted like an athlete. My mouth actually watered as I took in his powerful thighs, rippled abs, and shoulders that looked like he was ready to pull a tree trunk out of the ground.
He left his black boxer briefs on as he came back to bed, pulling me under the covers with him.
Placing my palms on his chest, I slowly glided them across his flesh, feeling every ripple along his ribs and stomach before going lower. Mason grabbed my wrists, placing my hands back up on his shoulders.
“I want you so badly, Emily,” he murmured softly. “But I won’t rush you. I want you for forever, not just for this weekend. I can wait.”
Snuggling against him, I knew that he was being sensible. How strange that his self control, while being admirable and pure, was also frustrating.
He turned off the light, holding me gently in his strong arms. “You feel perfect against me,” he whispered.
The way his lips gravitated to mine felt so natural. How could I have managed to survive so long without this feeling? Now that I had it, I was never going to let it go.
“Mason?” I whispered.
“Yes, angel?”
I hesitated, not sure how to ask such a strange question. “Why me?” I turned slightly to look into his eyes, even though the light was dim. “I mean, I know I asked you this earlier, and I”m really not fishing for compliments, but...you could have any woman you want. What made you notice me?”
Thank goodness I was lying down, because his giant smile would have made my knees buckle.
“Emily, precious, there are so many things. You’re gorgeous beyond belief, obviously, but it’s so much more than that.”
His palm slipped down my side to cup my butt gently. “It’s the way you fit against me so perfectly. The way you kiss exactly the way I want. You’re wickedly smart, but light and playful.”
His hand trailed slowly back up my body to rest against my heart. “You feel this, don’t you?”
“Yes. It’s just so much, so fast. Is that normal?”
His deep chuckle made the bed quiver. “Nothing about the two of us is normal.”
He paused, tenderly brushing the hair back. “I’m going to have to tell your dad that I’m the man in your life now,” he said seriously. “That’s going to be an interesting discussion.”.
“Let’s not think about that right now,” I said quickly.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it. Just sleep, and dream of all of the colors that you’re going to bring into this house someday.”
As I drifted off, Mason’s fingers trailed along my cheek, my shoulder, my arm, as if he couldn’t stop touching me. As if he was memorizing every inch of my body. As if he were making me his.
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