The odd, unexpected sensation, combined with the delicious ache he nurtured within her, sent her over the edge. Her body squeezed tight in an intense pulse of pleasure. She gasped with surprise at how suddenly it came upon her. Before she lost her mind completely, she grasped his broad face in her hands, and while locking her gaze with his gut-punching stare, she claimed his lips with hers.
Her climax was long and consuming, rolling through her in deep, undulating waves and sparks. But she refused to release that connection with him. If she couldn’t say what she felt in words, she’d tell him in any way she could.
It only took a moment before his own climax hit him. His thighs tensed and his knees lifted, trapping her even tighter to his body as his arms shook around her and his cock pulsed with the release of his seed.
Chapter Thirty-two
She’d fucking killed him.
His body. His heart. His soul. All utterly destroyed. Obliterated.
So, instead of trying to exist on his own, he held her close and tried to soak up the life he felt vibrating from her slim form. Her warm breath fanned across his chest. Her eyelashes fluttered. Her legs trembled. And her woman’s flesh contracted with subtle pulses around his slowly softening length.
Then she moved. Rolling her spine first in a sweet, breath-stealing stretch that made his stomach clench. With a sigh, she tipped her head back and planted a quiet little kiss to his shoulder, then the side of his neck, then that spine-tingling spot below his ear.
He growled. He couldn’t help it. This woman brought out the beast in him.
She laughed, a husky, throaty sound. Sneaking her slim hand up along his ribs, she paused when her fingers reached the flat disc of his nipple.
Then—to his surprise and pleasure—she pinched. Hard.
He sucked in a breath and smacked her naked arse.
The exchange was swift and playful and not at all what he would have expected from the woman. When she finally raised her head, he’d already shielded his thoughts. But he feared she’d see them anyway.
Her sultry eyes were so fucking gorgeous, and her sigh was heavy as her attention drifted softly to his mouth.
“Draw me,” she whispered.
“What?”
“I’d like for you to draw me.”
A wicked thrill rolled through him. “Now?”
The smile she flashed was confident and maybe just a little bit naughty. Which he adored. “Yes. Right now.” She looked around the room. “Where would you like me?”
He chuckled and wrapped his hands around her arms. She looked down at him. Thick, heavy waves of her auburn hair fell over her shoulder to one side, creating a peek-a-boo curtain over one nipple. He sucked in a swift breath as his cock stirred with new life. “Why?”
Her answer was a quick kiss to his lips. “I want to see myself as you see me.”
A few minutes later, Mason had her stretched out on her side across the foot of his bed. Her head rested on one slim arm that extended toward the edge of the bed while the other arm draped gracefully across her middle. Her top leg was bent and drawn up, accentuating the deep curve of waist and hip. Once she was in position, he arranged her dark tresses to fall in tousled waves over her pale form.
Then he sat against the bed’s headboard. Without speaking, he began to draw. His gaze traveled over every line and shadow as the charcoal swept across the paper in long strokes. The act of recreating her curves and softness—her strength and sensuality—felt like an act of lovemaking. His charcoal caressed the length of her legs and the arches of her graceful feet. It worshiped the modest little mounds of her breasts, the dip of her navel, and the bend of her arm.
When he started on the details of her face, his chest tightened.
With a furrowed brow, he formed the shape of her eyes, the stern lines of her eyebrows, and the straight slope of her nose. When he drew the lush curve of her bottom lip before shifting to the elegant upper arches, he couldn’t keep from thinking of how soft and sweet those lips were. How generous and demanding the swirl of her tongue. How insane it would feel to have that hot mouth on his cock.
He throbbed—hard and heavy—as blood rushed to his loins.
“What are you thinking?”
Her voice was quiet and sultry. Mason blinked, realizing he’d stopped drawing. His gaze remained locked on her lips. He couldn’t look away. “I’m thinking of your gorgeous mouth.”
She smiled and his cock grew even more, extending past the edge of his open breeches. He set his sketch and charcoal aside and pushed his breeches down to run his hand along the length of his erection.
Her gaze followed the movement. Hot. Hungry. She pushed up onto her elbow and slid her bent leg higher along the bed, giving him a shadowed glimpse of her sex.
Taking himself in hand, he gripped hard at the base. Moisture beaded from the slit at the top. He ached. In his balls. Deep in his gut. In the center of his chest.
Watching her as she watched him, he slid his hand up then down again in a hard stroke. The drop of pre-cum began to roll down the head of his penis.
She saw it and gasped softly as she rose to her knees. Mason noted her parted lips, her swift breath, and her heavy-lidded gaze.
His voice was raw with lust and everything else he was feeling. “Come here.”
She did not hesitate. Crawling toward him, she came between his spread legs. Only then did her eyes flicker up to meet his with a quiet question and fierce desire.
“It’s yours, luv. Take it.”
Her eyes widened briefly before she looked down to where he throbbed near to bursting. Another bead formed and a soft whimper sounded in her throat. Resting
