"You're fucking amazing," Mason growled as his teeth gripped my shoulder.
His movements quickened, and I screamed his name when I felt my body prickle with orgasmic waves.
"Don't stop," I begged. I wanted it to last forever. I wanted the sensations to double and carry me away, anchored only by the strength of his hands.
He smiled at me, pressing his forehead against mine. The shower sputtered behind us. "I'm not stopping until you beg me to. And even then I might not."
My standing knee wobbled for a second before he picked up that leg and wrapped it on the other side of his hip. He plunged deeper and I screamed with electric pulses.
"Too much?" he whispered in my ear.
"No. I want more. More." I gripped at his neck. He answered my request with another thrust that sent me over the edge. Toppling until I thought my body would melt in his hands.
"God, Sydney." He clenched his teeth and I could see the veins in his neck throbbing. "You feel too good."
I ran my lips over his mouth, sucking and twining my tongue against his. My hands wound around his neck. The rhythm slowed between us and my eyes opened. His eyes searched mine and my heart pounded against my chest. He moved slowly, reveling in the feel of our bodies coming together then slowing drawing farther apart.
I dug my heels against him. "Don't," I pleaded. "It's too much."
He kissed me harder. "I can feel all of you like this."
I felt him pull away again and I whimpered. He moved back inside me slower than before. I sank into the pleasure of his hardness. "Ohh," I moaned.
"It's good, isn't it?"
He already knew the answer. The way his body reacted to mine said everything. We were going to incinerate if we kept this up.
I wouldn't be able to last much longer if he held this slow torturous pace. It was exquisite pain-giving me everything I wanted, only seconds later taking it away.
I nodded. "It's good."
He nuzzled in my neck, trailing wet kisses below my ear. "I could do this all morning." He pulled out again, and I clawed against him.
"No," I moaned.
"No?" he asked.
"I mean yes."
"Tell me what you want, baby." He began to fill me, I couldn't stand the agony.
I shook my head. I couldn't say it. He stopped, leaving me half-satisfied. I felt the pain coiling deep inside. I needed him to release me.
"All morning," he whispered. His hand brushed the damp hair from my cheek. "I keep my promises."
"Take me back to your bed." My eyes flashed to his.
"And then what?" His thumb began to roll over my nipple and the pure want for him fired through my senses. My body responded to his touch, arching into him, getting hotter and wetter when he pushed inside me, calling his name when I felt desperate need gripping under my skin.
"I'm already begging."
"Baby, that's not begging." He tipped open the shower door and walked toward the bed. My arms and legs wound tightly around him.
He leaned forward until my back touched the sheets. I stared into his eyes. He was watching me with hunger and pleasure. The water droplets slid over his shoulders and chest. I wanted to lick every last one from his glorious body.
He began his slow rhythmic rocking again, this time with more force and certainty. I realized the shower had given him a disadvantage. I rose to meet him, but every time I was about to come he would slow down or move just enough to make me whimper some more.
He kissed between my breasts and my stomach, his fingers replacing the hardness that I had already become addicted to. I needed him inside me, as badly as I needed air to breathe.
"Please, Mason," I whispered. He was crawling on top of me.
"What do you want, pretty girl?" His blue eyes fired with cobalt sparks.
"I want to come. Please. I want you to feel it. All of you to feel it." I shoved his fingers out of the way, reaching for him. I guided him, my knees falling to the side.
"God," he groaned as he pushed deep inside me. Our hips joined with feverish need. His lips were on mine, and I kissed him while we moved wildly against each other. I screamed as the fire tore through me, searing my veins and the heat between my legs. His hands gripped my palms as he moved inside me.
He kissed me deeply. I looked at him. This man had literally rocked my world, and I knew I had lied to him. It wasn't an intentional or calculated lie. I wasn't trying to seduce him or trap him. But it didn't matter. I had lied just the same. I was never going to be able to walk out of here without wanting more.
9
Mason
I walked into the office. One of these days I would get a wireless printer for the condo. For now, Eden's printing services would have to work.
She met me with a wide grin. "How did last night go?"
"You know I don't kiss and tell, girl."
"That is not true." She waggled her finger at me.
"I was wondering if you could print another file for me. I already emailed it to you."
"Of course. Is it about your big resort?"
"I need to sign a few contracts. Standard stuff." I watched as an older couple shuffled past the front door. I was the only resident under the age of sixty-five staying at the Palm.
"I liked Sydney. Grey does too."
"Nice to know my nephew approves." I smirked. It wasn't as if Grey and I were ever going to have a heart to heart conversation about women. At least I wasn't planning on it.
"So there is something to approve?" Her eyebrows rose.
I sat on the couch. Eden was relentless. "You are jumping to conclusions. We had a few drinks. I took her back to my place after."
"Ah-hah! I knew it. And she left this morning, right?"
"Technically, she hasn't left yet." I tried to keep the smile from creeping up the corners of my mouth, but I couldn't help it. I had left Sydney sleeping in my bed. After the morning we had, I knew she needed an extra round of sleep.
"What?" Eden squealed almost spilling her coffee. "This is a good sign. No one ever stays past your run time."
"What are you talking about?" I prepared a cup of coffee and sat across from her.
"You do the same thing with every girl. Dinner, drinks, moonlight on the ocean, who knows what lines you feed them and then by seven o'clock they are out the door, and you are running on the beach. Like clockwork every time. I've never seen the same girl here twice and I've never seen anyone leave any later than seven."
"What are you my mother? How do you know my schedule?"
She shook her head. "That's not the point. The point is you like her. You really like someone."
Eden had a way of wanting everyone to be happy. She thought everyone deserved a fairytale romance and a happy ending. She practically sacrificed her life to save the Palm Palace for Grey. She bent over backwards to help Marin with her wedding last year. And when Taylor and I broke up she was on the first flight home to help her best friend. I didn't want to be on her list of good deeds. When she went all in on something, there was no turning back.
"This is good. Really good. She lives here, and you're going to be here a lot more now. I'm so excited."
"Calm down," I warned her. "It was one night."
"And a morning," she reminded me. "Speaking of, what's she doing right now?"
"Sleeping." I saw an image of her auburn hair tussled over her shoulders. I waited until I knew she was sleeping deeply before I dressed and walked to the office. I didn't want to wake her and risk her leaving.
"You should take her breakfast." She hopped up and started opening cabinets.
"What are you doing?"
"I keep continental breakfast items for the residents, but they have all passed through here by now. You know seniors eat at like six in the morning." She filled a paper bag with bananas, blueberry muffins, and a couple of yogurts from the fridge. She walked across the room and grabbed the flowers on display and tied a ribbon around them. "And flowers. Girls love flowers."
"I know what girls like." I eyed her. "This is not my first rodeo, sweetheart."
"I'm just trying to help." She handed me the makeshift breakfast picnic. "Here."
"Thanks." It didn't matter how much I resisted, I knew I had just become Eden's top priority. "Will you scan these back to me in separate attachments?" I traded her the papers I had signed for the food.
"Sure. But don't let work get in the way of real life."
"Eden, stop with the sermons. I know what I'm doing."
"Right. Sorry." She winced. "Have a good day, and tell Sydney I said hello." There was an I-told-you-so hint in her voice.
"Thanks for the food." I walked out of the office, carrying the goodies for Sydney.
By the time I walked into the condo and set the food on the counter, the sun had filtered through the windows, throwing beams of sunlight into the kitchen. I hummed under my breath while I arranged breakfast on a tray.