For now, we were just two guys succumbing to desire under the light of the full moon here on this magical Italian beach.
All my reservations slipped away as he slipped his hand into the waistband of my pants.
“Is this okay?” he asked breathlessly when he pulled away from my mouth.
I nodded, panting.
His charm, his charisma was too much to resist. On some level, I knew that nothing good could come of this, but I was letting myself enjoy the moment anyway.
And I couldn’t deny this burning passion — this insane realness in our physical connection here that was so rare to find. I had hooked up with lots of guys from Grindr, but none of them ever set my body on fire like Mason Vayne was doing right now.
“Inside?” I asked as he touched my hot, throbbing shaft.
I nodded at the shadowy man and plunged my hand into my pocket for my key ring. Earlier today, I got the keys for my new trailer from one of the crew members. I fumbled with it, my hands shaking, and unlocked the door of my trailer.
Mason followed me up the steps, and I was seized by a moment of panic that this trailer might not even be ready. I half expected to ascend the stairs and find the entire thing as empty as a shipping container, but to my delight, it was already furnished.
I made a beeline to the back room where the bed — my bed, was.
Mason followed without a sound.
Thankfully the bed was already made, with a fluffy duvet and fresh sheets.
I felt his hands around my back. They threaded to the front of my body, roving up and down my torso. I leaned back and my lips found his.
I knew that this wasn’t going to lead to anything good, but I was so starved for any kind of touch that I just went with it. I was succumbing to his power of seduction.
Honestly, I never stood a chance against it.
We tumbled onto the bed, his body falling on top of mine. He was kissing me ravenously, as if he was starving for me.
It made me think that maybe there was some truth to his words earlier; maybe he did feel a genuine desire for me.
But then again, he was an actor. He made a living by pretending to feel things.
I shuffled those thoughts to the back of my mind as his lips crashed into me, wanting me, needing me.
It felt good to be needed.
My back arched, a primal reflex.
I was putty in his hands.
He roved his hands down my body slowly, as if he was cherishing me. As if he couldn’t believe that he was here in this bed with me instead of the other way around.
I threaded my fingers at the hem of his shirt and peeled it off of him. The moonlight glinted through the window and illuminated his glorious form. He was all abs and sinewy muscle.
“You’re perfect,” I said in a hushed whisper.
He smirked, and I knew he was absorbing the compliment and using it to nourish his already overinflated ego. But the thought was whisked away as he took off my shirt.
“No…,” he said, his eyes tickling my body.
I moved my hands down to cover myself, still embarrassed that I was eight pounds overweight.
“No, don’t do that…” he reiterated.
I was still trying to cover myself, trying to get him to look at anything except me. He would judge me; he would see my body and realize that he was a god hooking up with a simple plebeian.
He deserved better; he was probably used to his boyfriends and hookups looking like those beautiful twinks in music videos. Not a disgusting blob like me.
“Stop that, Charlie,” he said, his voice firm. He took both of my wrists and pinned my arms above my head.
I fought him for a few seconds, trying to break his grasp so I could cover myself again. So I could feel safe and secure from those x-ray eyes of his.
But he was stronger than me, and he was straddling me. His weight was keeping me in place.
“Don’t hide from me…” he said.
I locked eyes with him, and he was giving me that vulnerable look again.
I stopped struggling, paralyzed under his gaze.
“This is the only thing that’s real,” he whispered, laying a gentle kiss on my lips. “This is the only thing that’s real in this whole damn show…”
He kissed me gently, and it was like all of my layers were being peeled off of me. This felt real. It felt like I could trust him; like we were just two souls finding this connection.
“You’re perfect,” he said, his body leaning over mine.
“I’m not…” I said. Truly, I felt disgusting, especially underneath a god in human form like Mason. I was overweight, and I wasn’t perfect, and I wasn’t ready for this.
“You’re ready,” Hazel’s voice echoed in my memory.
That connection lit up the neurons in my brain like Christmas lights. Up until now, I thought that Leo was my heartmate. That tether from his gaze… that could only mean we shared that deep, liquid, ethereal connection, right?
But here I was underneath Mason Vayne, feeling like my soul was being set on fire by his touch. I had never felt so close to someone in my entire life.
He kissed me again, and I felt him. I felt the real Mason, the one that hid under all of the layers of arrogance and haughtiness. The one he was trying to protect.
It was like the most vulnerable part of me was reaching out and touching the most vulnerable part of him.
Something shifted in the kiss and it was gentle; it shifted from lust to… something else. Something more intense.
“What is this?” he whispered when he pulled away from my lips.
“You feel
