“Baby, your body is light as a feather. Besides, I’d take a hernia any day if I get to touch all your curves. You on top of me feels like heaven.”
The scent of her arousal grew strong. “You love getting me in the mood at the worst possible times.”
“Don’t worry, beautiful. I know just the spot,” he said and carried her off the mating site.
She wiggled on his shoulder but he knew how to keep her in line. He held her legs with one arm and tapped her large cheeks with his other hand. The sound of the smack stopped her for a second.
“You,” she said breathlessly, “you, hit me!”
He loved the way she almost moaned the words out. “Don’t tempt me to do it again, brat.”
She mumbled something that sounded like ‘please do’ against his back. He reached his truck in record time and set her down on the passenger side.
Her wide eyes captivated him. “Where are you taking me?”
He shut the door and leaned in to kiss her again, just because he could. “You’ll see.”
She stayed quiet for the short drive. Something he wasn’t used to with Emma. He knew she had a hard time not being in control and not dictating what needed to be done. But he was happy she hadn’t argued when he took her out of her comfort zone and lead her away from the mating site.
He reached his house and once again picked her up in his arms only this time he didn’t lay her on his shoulder. Instead, he carried her inside and straight to his room.
Her gasp as they entered the bedroom wasn’t lost on him. “Mason...”
Placing her gently on the bed, he stepped back to soak in her reaction. Her eyes were wide with surprise and a smile unlike any he’d seen on her face split her lips.
A quick glance around the room and everything was exactly as he’d set it up. The skylights allowed them a view of the night sky. He’d also gone as far as getting her tulips, her favorite flowers. Hell, even candles adorned almost every surface of his bedroom. Good thing he didn’t have tons of clutter or he’d have worried over starting a fire.
“Do you like it?” A dash of insecurity rushed through him. Emma wasn’t your typical female. She loved being the one doing the nice things for others but this time he wanted to be the one doing things for her.
Her gaze continued to roam around the room before finally meeting his. “Wow. You’ve been busy,” she grinned. “Are you trying to impress me?”
He laughed and started removing his shirt, knowing her attention would be stuck on his body. This wasn’t their first time together. Emma was his. She just refused to admit it.
“Oh, I’ll impress you soon enough, baby. Just let me get comfortable.”
She licked her lips and wiggled on the bed with a frown. “What about me? I need out of these cuffs.”
He jerked the T-shirt over his head, tossing it on a nearby chair. “Tell you what we’ll do. I’ll let you out of the cuffs and we can have some of your favorite wine.”
She lifted an arched brow and glanced around the room until she caught sight of the wine bottle and glasses. “Wow, you really did go all out didn’t you?”
He bit his lip to keep from laughing at her surprised expression and moved closer to the bed. “Do you want out of the cuffs or not?”
She scrunched her nose in thought. “That sort of kills the mood, doesn’t it?”
His Emma was one of a kind. He never knew what she’d say. “Not really. You’ll see.”
He uncuffed her and helped her sit on the bed. She watched him warily. Good. She should worry. He wasn’t done with their game. Emma liked being in control too much. It was time for her to lose it.
TWO
Emma wasn’t sure what Mason’s game was. They had a pretty solid arrangement. Nobody questioned the other and each did what they wanted. Sex between them was amazing and she wasn’t trying to give that up. Except it didn’t seem to be enough for him. Mason wanted it all. A relationship. She clenched her teeth before taking a sip of her wine. It had been too good to be true.
He moved around the bedroom with careful precision. God, the man had a body on him she never tired of watching. He was big and strong with all those tattoos and the nipple piercings were hotter than anything she’d ever seen. Mason was the ultimate bad boy to her dirty girl fantasies.
She still shuddered after their months of dating. Heck, memories of their first time together still made her knees weak. He ran long fingers through his hair and she gulped, watching his muscles shift. Breathe, girl!
“Mason,” she said a lot huskier than she expected her voice to be. “I...”