He groaned softly before his lips descended to mine, and all the same flutters started. I sighed into him, letting my body dissolve. It was a gentle nip at first, then another, then he stopped and opened his mouth, commanding the same from me. I just held on and did as he wanted. My body heated up, and pleasure swept through me.
“Sam.” He breathed my name, bending down to pick me up.
I moved with him, lifting my legs to wrap around his waist.
I felt him hold me, all of me, and his shoulder muscles contracted. He didn’t lay me on the bed right away. He kept holding me, kissing me, and I knew this wasn’t going to be anything quick. Even his kisses—he slowly dragged his lips over mine, like he was stealing a touch from me and relishing it.
Then he moved one step toward the bed and lowered me down. My back rested on top of the covers, but he still didn’t do anything else. He bent over me, my legs and arms wrapped tight around him, and he just kept commanding my mouth.
I felt like he was trying to feel inside of me, all the way to my soul.
“Samantha,” he whispered again, lifting me and scooting me farther up on the bed. Then he sank down, letting me feel all of his body weight. He pushed himself against me, our jeans rubbing over each other, and held himself still, poised right there. I felt his back muscles trembling from the strength it took.
It just made the ache rise.
A small whimper left me. I couldn’t stop it, and I moved my hips. He was there, and if there hadn’t been clothes, he would’ve pushed inside already. I was wet. I was ready, but I heard a soft chuckle, and he lifted his head to peer down at me.
“No, no. I’m taking my time tonight.” He bent and pressed a kiss to my jawline, then my neck, next my shoulder. “I remembered tonight when he tried to take you from me.” A kiss. “And I felt it all over again. How you’re mine.” A second kiss. “How you’ll never be someone else’s.” A third kiss. “How I’m yours.”
He lifted heated eyes to mine. I saw the lust swimming in his depths. Shifting so he was resting on an elbow on the bed, he laced his free hand with mine and pressed it next to my head, pinning one of my arms in place.
“I wanted to claim you all over again,” he said. “I wanted him to remember.”
My throat was swollen. Loving, wanting, needing—that was all I was feeling.
“I think Adam got the memo a long time ago.”
Mason shook his head. “Maybe. But I can’t help but feel everything else was an excuse to come after you again.”
I lifted my head, trying to concentrate. His thumb rubbed over my finger, and that caress alone was driving me crazy.
“If it was, I’m sure you reminded him again tonight.”
Mason’s eyes were so dark. The green was almost gone, and he pressed into me.
I sucked in my breath, my free hand falling to his hip. I licked my lips. His eyes fell there, and he groaned, dipping his head back down, and I felt him take another kiss. I’d give him any kisses he wanted, but there was something else I wanted. I undid his jeans and slipped my hand inside.
I felt his warmth first, then moved farther and caught him. I held him in my hand, but he was already hard.
He closed his eyes, resting his head on my shoulder as I began to stroke him.
“You felt the need to claim me, didn’t you?” I whispered.
“Mmmm-hmmm.” He could hardly answer. “It’s not the first time, you know.”
I paused, looking up. “What?”
He opened his eyes, watching me as I held him in my hand. “The first time I needed to claim you. There was another time.” His grin grew lustful, and his eyes were almost simmering. “The shower.”
My hand tightened, just a slight bit. My heart skipped a beat. “The shower?”
“Before we turned evil on your mom.” He gave me a knowing look. “You remember.”
I did.
The memory came back to me.
I was in the doorway and Mason was just turning on his shower. He was naked, and he didn’t care who saw.
All the same confidence he had now was just so much more pronounced back then. He knew I was there, and he didn’t care.
I grinned up at him now. “You asked me to join you.”
He laughed, his voice ending on a moan as my hand moved down his length. “Uh yeah. I did.”
But there’d been more.
I wanted to go to him. I had. I took a step inside, then the cockiness left him and his eyes had been smoldering, like he was waiting for me, like he’d been waiting the whole time for me.
“I kissed . . .” My voice trailed away. We hadn’t. We stood close to each other, close enough to touch. It’d been before we were together, when Mason’s presence was enough to implode my senses, and that was what he did then. His hand touched my hip, just a small caress there. It was enough. A need for him began to throb between my legs, and I sighed now.