Shit.
Reaching back, without a word, he gripped his shirt and yanked it off, dropping it by my clothes. Then he grabbed the button of his jeans and popped it open.
“What are you doing?” I asked like an idiot.
“Taking off my clothes.” He toed off his shoes, the socks came off next, then he shoved down his jeans, dropping it all with his shirt.
“Why?” I choked out.
“You look lonely, like you could use some company,” he said and tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs.
“I came down here to be alone,” I said, and even I heard the lie in my voice.
There’d been a small part of me that hoped I’d run into him down here, of course there had. And I wasn’t even going to try to fool myself as to the reason why.
“Yeah? Then maybe you shouldn’t have come here. You’re on my turf, kitten.”
He pushed down his underwear slowly, waiting to see what I’d do? I just stood there, the water lapping around my shoulders, rooted to the spot.
His cock sprang free, and I sucked in a breath, my nipples tingling, my belly hot and fluttery, the ache between my thighs, unbearable.
He strode forward, all tall, inked, tight, muscled body, right into the water, and headed straight for me.
Now would be the perfect time to get the hell out, to leave. I couldn’t make myself do it. My head screamed that I was an idiot—and my heart, my body, wrestled my doubts into complete submission.
Mase didn’t pause, didn’t falter, within seconds, he was standing in front of me, and somehow, I’d moved closer to him, the water now barely covering my tight nipples.
“Come here,” he said, eyes bright. “Now.”
His voice was so deep and rough, it was a brush between my legs. If I was going to stop this, it had to be now, but I didn’t tell him no and walk right past him. I did as he ordered, I went to him. His fingers delved into my hair at the nape of my neck, while his other hand gripped my ass cheek like he owned it.
He was breathing heavily, his gaze locked on mine, filled with fire and need and determination. I had to make the first move, and he was waiting, barely restrained. Yes, I should stop this, but I couldn’t. I wanted him so badly. One last time. I just wanted one last time with him.
Pressing both hands to his muscled chest, I leaned in and kissed it, once, twice, a third.
His fingers slid under my chin, and he tilted my head back, then with a pained sound he brought his mouth down on mine, hungry, demanding, and I…melted. I couldn’t get close enough when there wasn’t a millimeter between us. Mase lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms tight around his neck.
He was hard, and the head of his cock was right there.
I wanted him inside me, now. “Do it,” I gasped against his lips.
He growled. “Condom.”
“I’m on the pill and I’ve been tested,” I said between bruising kisses.
His fingers flexed against my hips. “I had a physical when I moved here, got the all clear as well,” he said, dragging his mouth along my jaw to my ear. “You sure, kitten?”
“Yes.” I’d missed him calling me that. I’d missed touching him and kissing him, just being close to him. I’d missed everything about him. Tears prickled my eyes, and I forced them back. Goodbyes sucked, I’d done it enough times to know that.
But if I had to say goodbye to Mase, this was the way to do it.
I reached between us, guiding him, and he gripped my ass tighter and pulled me down, sliding in deep, filling me in one smooth move. His lips found mine again, and we stood there in the middle of the lake, kissing and rocking together, his cock deep inside me as I rolled my hips against him.
We stayed like that, plastered together, keeping that same unhurried pace until I was trembling.
He was hitting me so deep, grinding on my clit, and with how much I wanted him, I was close in minutes. My inner muscles clenched, then released, and he cursed. I gasped in a breath, then another, and Mase lifted his head to watch me. My back arched, but he held me there like he often did, cupping the back of my head, not letting me look away from him as I shattered in his arms, trembling and crying out.
“Goddammit,” he bit out and shoved into me hard, deeper. “Perfect, kitten, so fucking perfect.” Then he groaned, low, and came with me.
I tightened my arms around his neck and buried my face against his throat as the aftershocks moved through me, hanging on tight. So tight.
Finally, slowly I lowered my legs from around his waist while he hung on to me. His eyes were lazy, hot, happy. He brushed back my hair, kissed me, then smiled wider. “So fucking glad you changed your mind.”
I stilled. “What do you mean?”
“About us,” he said, his thumb sliding over my lower lip.
My throat burned. “I’m still leaving, Mase. This was just…it was goodbye.”
He jolted, and the smile slid from his handsome face. “You can’t be serious?”
My arm slipped from around his neck. “It’s something I have to do.”
“Bullshit.”
Okay, so this was way worse. How did I keep messing up? “Mason—”
“You just clung to me like you never want to let me go. Then you tell me you still don’t want this? You’re making a mistake, Trixie. I don’t know why, but you’re running away. If this is about the divorce…it’ll be finalized any day now.”
I couldn’t do this again with him. “This isn’t about your divorce, not really. This thing between us, it was always meant to end.”
He grabbed my shoulders. “You keep saying that, but things change, Trixie. People, feelings change.”
“Only they haven’t changed,
