The building feeling inside of me was growing, and I knew what this was. I’d once brought myself to release before things . . . happened. I had played fantasies in my head with boys at school while in bed at night. But this was something stronger. It was similar, but it was bigger. I wanted it. I wanted it with Mase.
“That’s it, baby. Let me have your pleasure. Give it to me. I want to see you fall apart for me. I want to see my girl feel good in my arms. You’re so beautiful.”
With those words, I broke apart, screaming his name as my body shook and he held me tight. His hand stayed on me, cupping me and riding through the waves of ecstasy with me. I was chanting his name. I heard it in the distance.
He was calling me baby and telling me I was incredible.
I didn’t want to come back. This trip was one I could live on.
But eventually, it eased, and I slowly descended back to earth. Mase’s arms were still around me, holding me close, and his hand remained on me. His breathing was hard, and his eyes were dark and heated as he stared down at me. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed, as I blinked and finally focused on him.
I couldn’t talk just yet. That hadn’t been at all what I’d experienced in my bed when I was younger. My fingers did not make me do that. Was that even healthy? It was so good it had to be dangerous. And I wanted to do it again. Now.
“I don’t want to move my hand. It’s coated with you, and I want to keep it that way,” he said, moving his head to press a kiss to my nose. “That was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I swear to God, you’ve got me so wrapped around you I can’t see straight. I’d stay in this bed and make you come over and over if you’d let me.”
I would let him. I was liking that idea. A lot.
Mase
I could die a happy man. I felt sorry for the other men in the world, because they’d never know what Reese looked like when she came. I did. She was mine. The urge to pound on my chest was strong. I fought it off. But God, I wanted to.
Reese came out of the bedroom dressed in blue jeans shorts and a pale yellow blouse that tied at the waist. She looked young and fresh. I wanted to take her back to bed and sink into all of it. Watch her get naughty and ride my hand like her life depended on it.
But she’d given me enough today. I wasn’t pushing her again. Not when we’d been so successful this morning. My talking to her and keeping her with me the whole time had not only worked, but it had excited her more. The more I talked, the more turned-on she got.
It was enough for now.
“When do you have to leave?” she asked, breaking into my thoughts and reminding me that I had to leave her.
“I wanted to talk to you about that,” I said, wondering how to ask her to move in with me several states away. It sounded a little crazy, but honestly, I didn’t care. She was my one.
Her brow puckered up, and she tilted her head as if waiting for me.
“I want you to move to . . . Texas . . . with me . . . into . . . my house.”
That hadn’t been smooth at all.
The way her jaw dropped open and her eyes turned into saucers proved I had gone about this all wrong. Shit.
“Wh-what?” she sputtered.
I ran my hands over my face and bit back a growl of frustration. She made me just say shit. I got so worked up around her I couldn’t think straight. I just blurted things out. I had never wanted anything as badly as I wanted this woman in my bed every night for the rest of my life.
“You don’t have a job except for your gig at Harlow’s, and you don’t have family here. There’s no reason to stay. I can get another reading teacher to work with you in Fort Worth. That would be the only thing holding you here. I want you with me, Reese. I hate not having you close.”
Those expressive eyes of hers gave her away. She liked the idea, but it also scared her. We were new. Our friendship was almost two months old now, but as a couple, we were new.
“You want me there . . . with you,” she said, sounding like she was lost in a daze.
“Yes,” I replied firmly.
She fisted a section of her hair and looked around the room nervously. Then she began walking back and forth in a little circle. Almost as if she was pacing.
I waited. She was thinking, and I wanted her to think about this hard. Then I wanted her to say yes and pack her bags.
“You don’t . . . there’s so much. I need time. We need time. I’m settled here, and I do have friends. I have Jimmy. I have a place that is mine. You can’t . . . we can’t just move in together like this. I hate when you leave, too, but . . . but Mase.” She stopped walking and dropped her hands to her sides as if she was carrying the world on her shoulders. “There is so much you don’t know. And I’m not ready to tell you. So much that is inside me. It’s dark, and it’s . . . not a place I want to take you. But I need time. We need time. Like this. When you come into town, we can spend time together. And our nightly talks and my reading to you. And I like Dr. Munroe. He’s helping me, and I’m comfortable with him. I can’t just go with you because I want to be near you.”