The entire back wall was made up of windows, giving him an uninterrupted view of the lavender fields and mountains beyond. There were two doors coming off the left side, one leading to a bathroom, the other to what looked like his closet.
A king-sized bed was pushed up against the wall opposite the windows, making it the perfect spot to enjoy the view. He didn’t have much furniture other than a nightstand and bed, but I could see the potential. There was enough space to add a sitting area and a desk. And if he added a few pictures it would look a lot more like a home.
“I haven’t had a chance to buy much furniture,” he said, watching my reaction.
I squeezed his hand. “Mason, it’s beautiful.”
He looked at his feet. “Thanks. I always wanted to have a room like this.”
I stepped in front of him, never letting go of his hand. “The whole house is amazing. You did an incredible job with it. And this room is everything.”
He looked up and I saw a flicker of doubt in his eyes. “You think so?”
“I know so. I can’t believe you did all this yourself.”
“Jameson helped as well.”
“I’m sure he did. But it’s still your house and your hard work that put it together. It’s okay to be proud of it.”
He tugged on my hand and leaned down to kiss my neck. I shivered at the contact and he led me to his bed. “I’ll show you the rest later.”
I moaned my agreement, and he kissed me and walked me to the bed. He pulled my sweatshirt up again. “This needs to go.”
I sat down on the bed and shuffled back, leaning up on my elbows. Mason followed and didn’t waste any time; he buried his face in my boobs, worshipping each one with kisses and licks. I writhed underneath him, feeling like I was going to explode if he didn’t stop teasing me.
“Mason,” I moaned. “I need you.”
He looked up and his eyes were glazed over with lust, his breathing labored. “I’m not finished yet.”
I pulled his pants down over his ass, making sure to brush my hands against him. He pulled them the rest of the way off, his boxers followed right after. I was still wearing pants and couldn’t get out of them quick enough, my impatience growing to explosive proportions.
“Please, stop teasing me,” I whimpered, the feel of his skin on mine making me wetter than I had ever been.
“Patience,” he whispered against my stomach, while pulling my pants and underwear down at the same time. His mouth and tongue forged a blazing hot trail down to my center.
He entered me with one finger, then two, sucking on my clit at the same time. I was ready to come undone right then, but when I was about to topple over, he stopped.
“No,” I wheezed, my body one big wanting mess.
“I want to be inside you when you come,” he said and opened his nightstand, pulling out a condom. “Last night was just for you. But tonight, I want it all.”
His words made my chest expand and my insides warm and I watched with hungry eyes as he rolled the condom on.
His body was back over mine and he kissed me again, this time hungry, wet, and deep. He slowly guided himself inside me, stopping when he felt me tense up. I knew that he was big, but actually feeling him inside was pure ecstasy. He gave me time to adjust and slowly kept pushing in, until he was fully seated inside.
He started moving with gentle strokes, bringing me back to the brink in a few short moves. My body trembled and my lips quivered. I mumbled out incoherent words, and then I fell over the edge.
He followed me right after, exploding inside me with a guttural roar. I was a boneless mess, the only thing that seemed to work was my arms that held him to me in a tight embrace. I couldn’t even feel my injury anymore; the only thing on my mind was Mason.
He was heavy, making it hard to breathe, but I wasn’t ready to let him go yet. He brushed kisses across my face, and I sighed with happiness. Every time his lips met mine, my heart turned over in response. I inhaled deeply, trying to get rid of the gooey feelings his touches evoked.
“Let me up, baby, so I can get rid of the condom,” he whispered against my ear before he nipped it.
I grudgingly let him go, knowing that whatever this was would be over as soon as he left the bed. We could have fun together, but I would save us both the embarrassment of waking up next to each other. Mason was not a relationship guy, and I had no illusions where this was going. Or not going, in our case. My modus operandi was retreat, and I had perfected the skill over many years. It was an instinctual reaction; my body was ready to sprint from the bed before Mason had even left it.
He kissed my nose one more time and went to the bathroom. I spotted my underwear on the floor and got up and put it on. When I saw Mason’s discarded shirt, I pulled it over my head. It was so big on me, it went almost to my knees.
It smelled like him and my emotions were raw enough that I needed something of his to keep with me tonight. I padded out of the room when I heard the toilet flush, already wondering if a repeat of what had just happened was in my future. We could be friends with benefits. I’d pitch my proposal to him tomorrow.
Turned out Mason didn’t agree with my plans. The first indication that he wasn’t feeling all warm and fuzzy about
