“Either. Both. Whatever.” She pulled up the hem of his shirt.
“Well, maybe we should take this to a more private setting. I wouldn’t want to be caught naked on the couch by your grandmother. That wouldn’t be the best way to make a good impression.”
“Can we not talk about Nana right now?” Lila shook her head, sitting up on the couch. “Besides, it’s an easy fix.”
“Oh, I know. Come here.” Without much warning, Mason took her into his arms and threw her over his shoulder. He sped up the stairs and down the hall, right to her bedroom. Lila had forgotten that he already knew which was hers, and she didn’t care.
The sooner they were behind a closed and locked door, the sooner she would get to strip Mason out of his clothes.
Thankfully, Mason understood what she was trying to do. Still chuckling, he took off his shirt, throwing it over his head. Lila didn’t pay any attention to where the garment landed. She was too busy exploring the dips of Mason’s body. He had a rippling abdomen sparsely sprinkled with a trail of soft hair that led under the waistband of his jeans.
Mason Pierce was hands down the hottest man Lila had ever seen. What made himthatmuch more attractive?
The way he was looking at her.
She was the only woman in the whole world, and hers was the only face Mason wanted to look into.
“Lila,” he said, his fingers tracing along the bare skin of her hips. They dipped under the hem of her shirt. “This is coming off.”
She was barely finished giving him a nod, and he was peeling her out of it. She wore a simple black bra. Nothing special, but more functional. Mason didn’t notice. He looked down at the black material as if it were the most delicate lace.
“You really are the most beautiful woman, Lila. Fuck.” He leaned down over her, and he started kissing her again. His mouth against hers moved with easy seduction. His hands cupped her breasts before he flipped down the cups. His thumbs were quick to flick the hardened nubs over and over until Lila moaned loudly, wanting him to keep going but longing for so much more.
“You want this,” Mason whispered.
“Yes,” she responded. “How could I not?”
He laughed softly. “Good to know. You tell me how far you wanna go, darling. But if it were up to me, I’d spend the night exploring every inch of you.”
“Is that a promise?”
“Oh, darling, that’s not a promise. If you let me, it’s a damn guarantee.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
He smiled down at her, and before she knew what was going on, she was completely nude under him, and he was kicking off his pants and briefs. Lila wanted to remember every single second of this moment.
This was going to change everything between them. As soon as they crossed this line, there would be no going back. Lila would have to fully admit to herself that shewantedto be Mason’s … even if it meant that he might leave and break her heart.
But she would deal with that later. For now, Mason was here. He was here, and he wanted her. More than that, he kept on telling her that he wasn’t going anywhere. She wanted to believe him. Shehadto believe him.
“Mason,” she purred. “Please. Touch me. Do something.”
“You’ve got it, darling. I’m gonna make you feel so good. So good, you’ll remember tonight forever.”
Mason pinned her legs down onto the bed. He looked down at her exposed core and sighed happily. “Fuck, Lila. You’re already drenched. I’ve barely touched you.”
“But you do know that you’ve been touching me in all the right ways, right?”
“I’m about to, that’s for damn sure.”
And without any more warning, he leaned over and took a long and slow lick up her slit. When he reached the apex, he twirled his tongue around the hardened nub. He lapped at it over and over. Lila gripped the comforter, nearly ripping through it with the sheer force of her hold. It was impossible how good it felt to have Mason between her legs, making love to her like he was born to do just that. His tongue was agile, and he knew precisely where to touch her.
Slowly, he pushed a finger into her waiting and clenching core. The added friction of his movements made her gasp, and she bowed off the bed with a loud moan. Mason chuckled in satisfaction but quickly returned to the task of licking her. Lila’s body was full of hot fire, and every touch of Mason’s only served to turn up the heat.
She gripped his hair, keeping him exactly where she wanted him. “Mason,” she gasped. “Oh, my god.” Deep inside her, passion and desire were colliding perfectly into a storm of pleasure. His tongue continued to take her closer to the edge. She was desperate to go over. She ground her hips up, and sensing that she needed more of him, Mason dipped another finger inside her as he closed his lips around her clit.
Lila’s entire body flared up as the tendrils of pleasure exploded deep inside her. She might have screamed his name. She might have just moaned up to the ceiling. She had no clue what was happening.