I turn my head to meet his eyes. “I can’t help it.”
“That’s what makes it so delicious.” He captures my mouth with his for a brief but intense kiss, then nudges me into the shower, following close behind.
I step under the stream of water, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation of the hot water raining over me. Then Mason’s hard chest presses against my back, his cock already hard again and pressing against the crease of my ass, the tip bumping into my lower back. His hands slide around my waist and travel up my front, cupping my breasts and tweaking my nipples. “God, I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers next to my ear, though the quiet way he says it, more like he’s talking to himself than to me, makes me wonder if he realizes he said it out loud.
He spins me around, claiming my mouth once more, only this kiss isn’t anything like the last one. It goes on and on, his tongue moving in and out, seeking mine, his hand tangled in my wet hair, tipping my head back for his onslaught.
I cling to his shoulders, unable to do anything else, following his lead when he backs me up, out of the stream of water. When my back makes contact with the cold tile, I make a soft sound of shock. It’s enough to cause Mason to lift his head, his eyes dark and dazed with lust as he looks down at me with a regretful smile on his lips. “Sorry.” He ducks his head for another swift kiss. “This was supposed to be clean up time, and here I am ready to ravish you again.”
“I don’t remember objecting.”
His smile hitches in response, but he pulls me back under the spray of water with him and reaches for the body wash on the shower ledge. After he squirts a handful into his palm, I hold out my hand for the bottle, but he just gives me a quizzical look and sets it back on the ledge. He rubs his hands together, working up a lather, then reaches for me, his soap-slick hands sliding over my torso, my hips, up over my breasts. I giggle when he gently caresses my armpits, the sound turning to a sigh as he moves to my shoulders and down my arms. He wraps his arms around me as he washes my back, provoking another giggle when he grips my ass.
Smiling, he kneels before me to wash my legs, the water rinsing away the soap as soon as he smooths it over my skin.
His hands travel down the outsides of my legs, then back up the insides, getting so, so close to my center before diverting back down again. He cups his hands under the water, rinsing away the last of the soap, then lifts one of my legs over his shoulder.
Off-balance, I windmill one arm, catching myself on the shower wall, while the other grips his hair. “Oh god. I’m sorry.” I try to relax my grip on his hair, realizing I must be practically yanking it out by the roots.
But his only response is to thumb me open and lick me.
My breath gurgles out of me in some incomprehensible and ridiculous sounding noise. But it only causes Mason to give me a feral smile and dive back in.
One of his hands supports me, cupping my ass cheek. He slides two fingers inside me, drawing more incoherent sounds of pleasure out of me. He doesn’t waste any time, his fingers pumping into me hard and fast, his tongue working furiously on my clit, and lightning blasts through me, filling my veins with molten heat and incandescent pleasure.
And just like before, he takes his time disengaging, lapping at me like I’m the best dessert he’s ever tasted, making me flinch and shudder again with each pass of his tongue.
God, this man. He certainly knows his way around a woman’s body. Better than any of the guys I’ve gotten this far with before. But those were all nice boys, relatively dull and inexperienced. Safe.
Mason is anything but safe. Whatever wild ride I’ve agreed to here isn’t going to end with a polite handshake and a kiss on the cheek when we part ways.
No, he’s far too expressive for such mild displays.
I’ve never really understood the bad boy appeal before. But man, oh, man, do I get it now.
Maybe my mom’s right. Maybe this is all some form of delayed youthful rebellion. I’ve been the good girl my whole life, done exactly what was expected of me. The academic overachiever, always getting straight A’s, doing what I was told, going to college with the promise of a good job.
But all my academic pursuits and safe boyfriends led me to the most mind-numbingly dull existence on the planet.
And if this is what I get for shaking things up? Yes, please. Sign me right up.
Even if whatever this is between Mason and me burns hot and fast and fizzles out after a few weeks or months, it’ll be worth it for the memories.
Placing a soft kiss on my inner thigh, he sets my foot back on the floor, withdraws his fingers and stands, bending to kiss me deeply. “You’re so fucking sweet,” he whispers against my lips. “I could eat you all night.”
Another shiver shimmers down my spine at his words. “Um.”
He lets out a dark chuckle, reaching for the body wash once more. When I reach for it, he shakes his head and scoots sideways.
I poke out my lower lip in a pout as he soaps his own body. “I wanted to return the favor.”
His hand goes to his cock, and he strokes it a few times, surveying me from beneath hooded eyelids. “Yeah?”
Biting my lip, I nod, reaching for
