Tempting the New Boss(35)

“God, how do you do that?” she moaned.

The waves of pleasure intensified as he worked her until she shuddered, clutching his head, the spasms rocking her. Quickly, he moved up, bracing his hands on the bed, and shoved his hard cock in her so deep they both gasped. A second lunge and her heels came around to his tight buns, gripping him as her arms went around his neck. She held on for dear life as the rhythm he set hurdled her toward another climax before he stopped, hard and throbbing within her.

“Mason?” She opened her eyes slowly to find him above her, his dark eyes hooded, the gypsy curls wild around that beautiful face.

Dropping a light kiss on her mouth, he whispered, “Too fast,” and started up again, lazily, teasing her with sure steady thrusts. “I want to savor being inside you this time. I don’t want to rush.”

She groaned, frustration at being held off before the peak mixing with a deep full satisfaction at how masterfully he kept her there.

“I could fuck you all night,” he murmured. “So tight and wet, gripping my cock.”

She moaned, using her heels to egg him on, faster, but he ignored her until she leaned up and kissed him, her fingers in his hair, her tongue plunging into his mouth, and he let go of his tight control, slamming into her, cupping her bottom with one hand, getting as close to her as he could until they both exploded, panting, and she fell back on the bed. He collapsed heavily on top of her, their bodies sticky with sweat and their hearts beating so fast against each other’s chest she swore she could hear them both.

“God.” It was all she could manage to say against his ear, his head in the crook of her shoulder and neck.

“Mmmm.” He pushed himself off her and rolled onto his back, his chest still heaving, the narrow bed necessitating that she turn to the side and snuggle into his arms. He dropped a kiss on her temple, smoothing her hair away.

After a minute, she took it all in. Whereas she had ridden him the first time they’d made love on the plane and neither of them had much control the second time, Mason had been in complete charge of this entire performance. From stripping her to going down on her so incredibly well that she actually came from it, not something she was used to on the few occasions old boyfriends had consented to do it, until the coordinated, incredible sex, Mason had been a master.

She lifted her head, suspicious again. “How did you get so good at sex anyway if you supposedly didn’t know rich guys could get any girl they wanted?”

He ignored the question, rubbing her back. “I want you.”

“No, really. It doesn’t…fit…with the rest of you. Have you had girlfriends in the past?”

“No.”

The answer would not have surprised her earlier, but with her tender bits still throbbing from all his attention, she found it hard to believe. “Why not?”

He urged her head back to his chest, sifting his fingers through her hair. “I’ve never— It’s hard to explain. Why does it matter?”

“Because it does.” She heard the drumming of his heart slowing and thought of how he had talked her through the landing. “You were great up there in the plane, too, by the way. Incredible.”

He let out an impatient sigh. “I don’t know how I got so great at sex, okay? I barely ever have it. And I doubt I am anyway.”

“No, you are,” she assured him, not bothering to point out she was talking about the comforting-while-they-were-in-danger-of-crashing, not the sex. He was great at both in any case.

“I don’t know how many siblings anyone has,” he blurted out.

Way to get her off the subject.

“I never asked anybody that in my whole life. I never cared. I don’t even know how many Marcia has, or my mother.”

“That’s a little hard to believe. About your mother, I mean.”

“Not if you knew my mother. I think she makes it a point to stop speaking to anyone she’s biologically related to after a fixed timespan and then acts as if they don’t exist.”

“Wow. That’s weird.”

“I’m weird.” He sighed. “That’s what I’m saying, Camilla. So everything doesn’t necessarily fit with me.”

“Well, you’ve certainly made it work for you, no denying that.”

“Camilla,” he murmured. “Camilla.”

She liked how her name sounded on his tongue in his rough, after-sex voice.

“Like that. I never remember anyone’s names. Not even a woman’s I’ve slept with, though I know that sounds harsh. Ever.”

“Thought you said you didn’t do much of that,” she noted, but she was only being snotty now.