“You scared me.”
“I did?”
Mason was still watching me, intent.
Feeling a euphoric sense of power, I ran my thumb over his tip, and he shuddered. I laughed huskily, remembering the rest. “You kissed me on the forehead. That’s what scared me. I wanted you so much, but it was like I knew if you took me then, everything would change. I wasn’t ready for it to all change, not yet.” I paused and glanced up again. “You said something to me in that shower, but I couldn’t hear you. I never told you that.” I cocked my head to the side. “What did you say to me?”
“Oh.” He laughed, his grin turning wolfish. “You’re holding my dick in your hands and you want to know what I said back then when I was still in high school? I was a young punk.”
My hand tightened again, and he bit out a moan. “God, Sam!”
“What’d you say? I want to know now.”
He groaned. “I told you that I’d fuck you until your legs couldn’t work.”
“You did?” My body reacted, suddenly feverish and aching. I was beyond wet.
He nodded, watching me warily. “I thought I was being a gentleman by offering to make you explode.”
I laughed, breathless at the same time. “Goddamn.” My own grin turned wolfish now. “Maybe I should return the favor right now?”
“Wh—Sa—” He bit off his words with another groan as I began running my hand the full length of him.
“You wanted to claim me, and I feel the same.” I tightened my legs around him, bringing him even closer against me with my hand between our bodies. As I talked, I stroked—slowly, making him groan. “I know other girls want you, but they can’t have you.” Stroke. “You’re mine.” Another stroke. “You’ll never be someone else’s.”
My hand moved a little faster, and I could hear him breathe.
“And I’m going to make you explode tonight.” I drew it out, knowing just how to touch him. When to stop, when to go soft, when to go faster, when to wait, when not to wait. I knew him like the back of my hand and I was showing him right now. I whispered, lifting to kiss his throat. “Maybe your legs won’t work tonight.”
“Fuck.” A guttural growl burst from him, and he adjusted his position, bringing himself back on top of me. My hand was knocked away with the movement, and his mouth found mine as his hand went inside my pants. He must have unbuckled them earlier—I hadn’t noticed. I did now. I gasped as his finger slid in, stretching me. He paused once, then went deeper.
I felt him grin against my lips, and he asked, “You like that?”
God, yes.
I clamped his shoulders tighter, raking my hand down his back.
He arched over me and pushed a second finger inside, stroking in and out. When he brought them out, my hips went with them. I was moving for him, like we were attached and couldn’t come undone. Then he pushed his fingers back in, all the way. He started a rhythm.
I could only lie there, gasping, as I felt the tremors swirl through my body. They kept spreading, building as he worshipped me. He bent and pushed my shirt up, and his lips went to my breast. His tongue swept around it, then sucked, tasted, and his teeth found my nipple.
I cried out, the sensations almost carnal inside of me. I was intoxicated.
Goddamn, I loved this man.
“Mason,” I whimpered. I needed him inside of me. I wanted the feel of his entire body over me. He was mine. No one else’s, and he never would be.
He laughed again, lifting his mouth to grin at me before he went back to teasing my nipple. His fingers were still thrusting.
“Please.” I groaned. I was almost mewling with wanton need.
“No.” He kept plunging his fingers in and out, in and out. His eyes smoldered, gazing back into mine. “I’m going to make you come, Samantha.”
My name, the way he said it, sent tingles through my body.
“And then I’m going to take my time and make sure I explore every part of you.” He whispered those words as he tasted my nipple, then my chest, then my throat. He moved back up to find my lips again, and his tongue slid inside, meeting and tangling with mine.
The only way I could be closer was if it were him moving inside, not just his fingers. I wanted to feel his surrender, and a frustrated growl came from me. He was holding himself back, ravishing me first. I wanted him to lose control. I didn’t want it to be just me.
“Mason.” I moved my hand back between us and caught him, wrapping my fingers around him.
He paused, tensing and catching his breath.
“If you don’t get this inside of me, I’m going to torture you right here and now.”