I grinned, tugging his head back down to mine. “I don’t like it when you play like this with me.”
“Really?”
“No.” I fused my mouth to his.
This touch from him? It’d never get old. Ever.
I felt him still holding himself above me, and I tugged on his shoulders. I wanted to feel the full weight of him. Mouth to mouth. Chest to chest. When he finally rested on top of me, his hand moved between my legs.
“Christ.” He pulled away, nipping my lips before moving down to my throat.
He sank a finger inside of me.
The ache was building. I moved against him, letting go of his hair and dragging my nails down his back.
He pushed a second finger in.
I strained against him, lifting up. I wanted his fingers farther inside, but instead he chuckled as he pulled them out. I opened my mouth, ready to protest, and they plunged back in.
“Mason!”
I clamped down on his shoulders, enjoying the feel of his muscles shifting as he ran a thumb over my nipple.
Sensations shot through me as his fingers pulled out and thrust in once again. A third finger joined the other two. He kept going—in and out, in and out. I searched for his lips, needing a taste of him too.
He found me, and his tongue slid next to mine, caressing. As he brought me to a climax, I could only hold on, letting the waves crash through me, one after another. By the time they were done, a new ache had started.
I wanted Mason inside of me, in that primal and most intimate way. It wasn’t long until he obliged. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I had already been stretched out, so I didn’t need to adjust to the feel of him, but he waited.
I raised a hand to the side of his face. “What is it?”
“I love you.”
I grinned faintly, scooting down a little to pull him in deeper. “I love you too.”
His lips touched mine in a soft and tender kiss. I felt like he was saying something else with that touch.
“Mason?” I pulled back to look at him again.
He didn’t answer. His eyes closed, and he ducked down, kissing the side of my neck as he began to move. I gasped, feeling him push in farther. Then he almost slipped out, but he stopped and thrust back inside. He kept going.
I savored this.
No matter what was going on in our lives, these moments, this moment, always connected me to him.
An hour later, I was curled into his side and almost asleep.
“Sam?” His hand came to my hip again.
“Already?” But I was grinning. I knew that wasn’t what he wanted. I opened my eyes, but his weren’t teasing like mine. They were dark, like they were when we had sex. A shiver went through me, and a part of me wanted him all over again. It just felt right. I shifted, sitting up against my pillows. “What is it?”
His hand traced down my shoulder, cupping my breast and rubbing his thumb over the nipple. “It’s Nate’s birthday this weekend.”
I widened my eyes. “You’re going to touch my boob while you talk about Nate?”
He grinned. His hand tightened a little. “I want to touch your boob any time I see you and talk to you. It doesn’t matter the topic of conversation.”
I chuckled, but sat up farther. His hand fell away, and I rested against the headboard.
“What’s going on?” I pulled the sheet up, tucking it across my chest and under my arms. The girls were nicely put away now.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want him to touch them; I didn’t want to associate anyone else with Mason touching them. They were selfish like that.
“We’re going to take Nate to Vegas.”
I cocked my head to the side. What he was saying made sense, but there was something else going on. I frowned. “Are you lying to me?”
“What? No.”
Too quick.
I poked him in the chest. “What’s really going on? I can tell when you’re lying.” I wagged my finger at him. “I’ve caught on since we first started dating.”
The lines around his grin softened, and he leaned down to kiss me. “There was a time when I had the upper hand.”
I used the wagging finger to playfully shove him away. “Since when haven’t you had the upper hand?” I was joking. Kind of.
“Really?” He loomed up to hold himself above me again. “You think I always have?”
I laughed and twisted away from his kiss, but I didn’t go far. He caught me and rolled me back under him. He tried to kiss me, but I kept turning my head.
Part of me believed what I’d said. Mason did have the upper hand. Not in a bad way, like he lorded it over me, but he was the leader. He was the leader of all of us, and in that dynamic, it wasn’t just him and me. It was him, Logan, and me. And really, that had expanded to include Nate and Taylor too. We were a fivesome fearsome, with an extended sixth member: Matteo. It was a matter of time before he was all the way in.