Another shiver, and he caught that one as well. It was like he could see inside me, right to the heart of what I needed so badly. “Okay, Mase.”
“Mason. You call me Mason, especially when you’re about to suck my cock.” He brushed his thumb over my jaw. “Undo my jeans, Trixie.” Then he leaned back, splayed his arms along the back of the couch, and waited.
With trembling fingers, I tugged the button open and dragged down his zipper. He lifted his hips a fraction, prompting me to tug his pants down a bit, but apart from that, he didn’t move. I did as he silently ordered and bit my lip at the sight of his heavy erection outlined through his briefs. He was huge and so incredibly hard. I’d never wanted to give a blow job as much as I did in that moment.
Tugging down the front of his underwear, I took him in, all of him. He was beautiful, this broken, angry man. He didn’t think so, but I knew it was true. Under all that pain was the real Mason Parker, and I wished he’d let me see the parts he’d shoved down deep.
But for tonight, at least, he was mine. Maybe this was a huge mistake…okay, no maybe about it. This was most definitely a mistake. I couldn’t stop myself, though. I needed him too much. A month of feeling empty, of seeing him, talking to him, of wanting him, was all I could take.
Curling my fingers around him, I leaned in and sucked the head into my mouth with a groan. Mase growled under his breath, but otherwise stayed completely still as I took him deeper, as much as I could until he bumped the back of my throat. He hissed, and I looked up at him as I slid back up, then sucked him deep again.
One of his hands left the back of the couch, his fingers burrowing into my hair and fisting, his dark, hot gaze on me, unwavering as I desperately took him as deep as I could, over and over. I loved how the hunger in his eyes grew with every second that passed, how the muscles in his chest and his stomach clenched every time I sucked hard.
He tugged on my hair and I moaned.
“Shit, kitten, you can’t get enough, can you?”
I shook my head and dug my fingers into his thigh.
“That’s my dirty girl,” he said as his other hand slid under my jaw before tracing my lips stretched around his cock. “Your pussy’s dripping for me, isn’t it, Trixie? It’s been aching for me for weeks?”
I nodded, blinking rapidly.
“It hurts, doesn’t it, kitten? Wanting so badly?”
So much, and not just between my thighs.
“I’ve been hurting too,” he said roughly, and his fingers flexed in my hair, halting me. “I’m gonna make you feel better, sweetheart, I promise. Stand up. Panties off.”
For some reason my eyes stung from the perfectness of this moment. It was everything I’d ever wanted and had been too afraid to ask for. And he was right, I’d been aching for him, near out of my mind from it, for weeks.
With one last suck, I released his cock, and did what he asked. My lips tingled, and my entire body trembled. I clumsily reached up under my dress, grabbing the arm of the couch to steady myself, and his gaze never left me as I tugged my underwear down my legs.
They dropped to the floor, and he crooked his finger at me. “Lift the dress.”
I moved closer, pulling my dress up as I did.
“Good girl, now spread your legs, show me how wet you are.” He leaned forward as I widened my stance and he slid a hand up my inner thigh, higher, until he was brushing my folds. I whimpered. “You’ve made a mess, kitten. Look at you, your thighs are slick.”
Every dirty thing he said just heated me up more, made me want him more fiercely. He was perfect. God, Mase Parker was perfect for me.
Stop.
I shut down those thoughts immediately. I couldn’t think that way. Mase didn’t want more than this, this one night. His heart hadn’t recovered from his wife leaving, and I didn’t know if it ever would. Letting myself feel more for him was pointless, dangerous.
Nothing’s changed.
He gripped my hips and tugged me forward, lifting me onto the couch. I straddled him, and he took my face in both of his hands before he kissed me, hard and deep and wet. I loved the way he kissed. No one had ever kissed me this way. With Mase, it didn’t feel like he was just going through the motions, kissing me because that’s what you did to get to the good bits. For him, this was one of the good bits.
He pulled back and looked into my eyes, and what I saw had me going completely still. “What is it?”
“We do this tonight, Trixie, I’m telling you now, this won’t be enough for me,” he said. “I’ll want you again.”
I should get up and go. I didn’t. I told him the truth. “Me too.”
His fingers spasmed against my hips. “But what I said to you at my party, it still stands…I can’t give you more than this,” he said gently.
“I know,” I whispered.
There was nothing to be upset about, no surprises, he’d confirmed what I already knew—this was all we could be. I was my grandmother’s granddaughter, and I’d take this moment of happiness. I’d run with it, and when it was over, I’d keep on running, until I found the next and the next.
That had always been my future, and it was time I made peace with it.
He cupped the side of my face, thumb gliding back and forth over my skin. “I’m too old for you.”
I didn’t answer, just leaned into his touch.
“I’m fucked up.”
I grinned. “You and me both.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, voice nothing but gravel.
I pressed my
