Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 131821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
I whip around, unsure if I want to reach for him or run, but the expression on his face tells me I can do whichever I want and he’ll understand. It makes me want him even more, but I’m afraid.
The feelings washing over me are like nothing I’ve felt before. Ever.
Not even with—
No.
No, no.
This isn’t about before. This is about now, and right now, I…
I swallow, stepping forward.
Mason steps back.
I move again, and he turns, his eyes blown black and locked on mine as he blindly moves back into the living room. Like a magnet to metal, I follow.
Fireworks burst beneath my skin, sparking and heating every part of me as I wait to see what he does next, and then he lowers back onto the cushion, those brown eyes holding mine prisoner, an expression so damn deep, there are no words fit for it.
I don’t even know what’s about to happen here, but I trust this man more than I trust myself, so when his eyes fall to the place at his side, I lower my body into it.
The gap between us is a little wider than before, but it seems intentional, so I sit, a ball of fire in my stomach, and wait to see what comes next.
Mason turns to the screen, rewinds it to the moment the man presses the girl to the door, and then he hits play.
I suck in a breath, head snapping in his direction.
His attention remains glued to the TV, and ten seconds in, he lets his head tip back just enough where he can keep his eyes on the screen, his hips gliding down the cushion the slightest bit.
My eyes fall of their own accord, locking on the bulge pressing against his sweats.
My thighs press together again, and all the air whooshes from my lungs when his hand slides down his hoodie, his palm pressing against his own length.
My body shakes at the sight, and our eyes flick to each other.
In the background, the woman moans, and I bite at my inner cheek.
Mason holds my gaze, giving the slightest of nods as his features tighten, his fist closing over himself from the outside of his clothes. His eyes close, and he faces forward.
My entire body vibrates, and slowly, my hips slide down to match his, my head falling back just the same.
He peeks over, but only with his eyes, and I watch, mesmerized, as his teeth sink into his lower lip, making me wish it were me sinking my teeth into his flesh. Slowly, his gaze slides back to the couple, who are now peeling the clothes from each other’s body.
Their noises grow louder, and with each sound they make, my pulse jumps higher.
The man lowers her to the bed, slipping between her legs, his lips falling to her exposed breasts.
Mason groans softly, and it’s a shot of adrenaline in my veins.
That ball of fire is a raging inferno, and I need to put it out.
I need him to put it out.
God, I need—
Mason grabs the blanket that fell to the floor and gently lays it over us, and when he shifts, a hiss leaves his lips, and my clit throbs with need.
The blanket starts to move, up and down, up and down, and when I look to his face, his eyes are closed, those lush lips parted. He’s pleasuring himself with long, leisurely strokes, and I cannot look away.
He moans, and I nearly shatter, my hands shaking as I dare to follow his lead.
I push my shorts down, my chest and cheeks burning with the blush of all blushes, and then my fingers brush over myself. It’s the barest of touches, yet my hips fly off the cushion, the need so strong I can’t breathe.
I gasp into the room, my eyes flying to the TV when a long, loud moan fills the space.
The man is fucking her now, his body rolling and hips thrusting slowly.
Suddenly, it’s not two strangers on the screen.
It’s me and Mason.
It’s my body bare beneath his.
He leans in, licking along my neck, and I shake.
He grabs my thighs, rough and hard, and I moan.
His body lowers, covering me like a warm, weighted blanket I need more of.
I drag my nails along his back, desperate to bring him closer, and he presses my knees open wide.
He buries himself inside me, driving deeper than I’ve ever felt, and I start to shake.
Mason groans and I whine, my eyes flicking open and realizing it wasn’t part of the fantasy.
My eyes slide his way, the blanket having fallen with our movement, exposing his wrists but nothing more.
My eyes are glued on him, my hand following his rhythm, and my stomach muscles tighten, my breathing growing choppy.
I want to feel him.
See him.
I want to taste him.
The thought is so tantalizing, the pulsing need to do exactly that so foreign, I choke on air.