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Mason lay in bed staring at the shadows that danced across the ceiling. After sleeping most of his yesterday and today away, it was almost one in the morning and he was wide-awake.
He’d taken the room they both stayed in last night. Ginny said it already had his bedding, so that made the most sense.
He regretted the choice. The faint scent of her perfume clung to the sheets. It was a subtle but tempting reminder that the wall between them might as well be a canyon.
The shapes above him changed, and he heard the shuffle of feet on carpet.
He sat up to find Ginny standing in the doorway.
“I can’t sleep.” She wore a panties and a fitted T-shirt. With the light from outside casting half of her in silhouette, she was at least as sexy as when she was naked.
He shifted to one side and patted the blanket. “Me neither.”
Instead of climbing into bed next to him, she knelt on the mattress and crawled forward. The brush of her knees against the outside of his legs sent heat rushing through him.
She tapped his chest playfully, and he fell onto his back. She straddled his hips. The heat and softness of her pussy pressed against his half-hard cock. The thin fabric of his boxers and her panties didn’t diminish the contact.
“We need something to wear us out.” She watched him with those bright green eyes, mischief dancing in her gaze.
“And this is your solution? I like the way you think.”
She rested her hands on the bed on either side of his head. “I knew it. You’re only keeping me around for my brain.”
This was fun. Simple. Seductive. Was it bad that he wanted to get used to it? He trailed his hands up her sides to cup her breasts.
Her soft moan and the flutter of her eyelids sent goosebumps racing over his skin.
“Your brain. Your body. Your heart. I’m keeping you around for all of you.” As he spoke, he dragged his thumbs over her nipples, teasing the hard nubs through fabric.
“You say the sweetest things.” Her reply was breathy. She rocked her hips in a steady rhythm, grinding against his erection.
“I’m being honest.”
“That’s why it’s sweet.”
He shoved her shirt up, and pulled her closer, to wrap his lips around one nipple. He alternated between licking, sucking, and nipping. He switched to the other side. Her groans grew louder, and she pressed harder into him.
He felt like a teenager again. Dry humping and thrilled to make it to third base. But this wasn’t just a frantic make-out session. He liked having Ginny close. Making her sigh and whimper. Tasting her.
Need built inside, until his head was light. He gripped her hips. “You need to stop.”
“Why?” She teased and rocked against him one more time.
A groan rumbled from his chest. “Because I’ll come in my boxers if you don’t.”
“Not seeing the problem.” Ginny shifted her hips again.
He liked the playfulness. That didn’t mean he’d let it go unchallenged. He glided his hands over her legs, to tease his thumbs under the crotch of her panties.
She was wet, and he slipped easily over her skin. When he brushed her clit, she gasped and arched her back, pressing into his touch.
The range of expressions that flashed across her face was intoxicating. He stroked her swollen button, sinking into her every sound and movement, until she was right on that edge of climax, then pulled back.
She focused a pout on him. “Meanie.”
Mason tangled his fingers in her hair, and leaned up enough to crush his mouth to hers. How was each kiss better than the last? He could play with her for days, exploring her body and trying every combination of buttons, to see what made her moan, whimper, and scream.
He didn’t have the patience for days, but he did want this to last longer than a few minutes. He nudged her a few inches back on his legs. “Lie on your back.”
*
GINNY HESITATED AT the request—command? It was a silly thing, but it felt like giving up control.
She trusted Mason, though. The voice asking do you, wasn’t there.
She swallowed the doubt caused by instinct, and rolled onto her back. When he straddled her legs, her heart jammed in her throat. Fuck, he was sexy. The perfect combination of kind and assured.
Ginny skated her palms up his arms, over his biceps, memorizing the corded muscle underneath. Technically she was trapped like this. Top bunched up under her arms. Panties soaked with desire. And no idea what Mason had in mind besides sex, probably. It was terrifying and exhilarating and delicious.
He brushed his lips over hers, then kissed down her collarbone to her breasts. He spent several minutes lavishing more attention on each one. Her nerve endings hummed, and the pulse between her legs was impossible to ignore.
But her only recourse was to squirm under his weight, and enjoy the drawn-out attention.
Her heart stalled when he pinned her arms over her head and met her gaze. “I could do this all night.”
“Or you could fuck me.” Foreplay was fun. Hell, she’d earned a living off nothing but for several years. Tonight, she wanted a conclusion.
“I could. And I will. Probably. Maybe.”
She tried to thrust her hips up, but they met empty air.
He dipped his head lower, to brush his lips along the shell of her ear. “Soon.”
His whisper made her squirm more. How did he do that?
She wasn’t going to over-analyze it. She just wanted more. Of everything he was offering.
Mason let go of her hands as he kissed down her breastbone, to her stomach, and then along the top of her panties. He hooked his fingers in the elastic and dragged them down her legs.
When he licked along her slit, she gasped in anticipation. When he wrapped his mouth around her clit, she pressed into his face. When he slid two fingers inside her, pumping and teasing her G-spot, climax crashed around her. She cried out at the rush, and gripped his hair, holding him in place. She bucked against his attention until it was too much.
As she flattened against the mattress, he pulled away. She yanked his head to hers, kissing him hard. Tasting herself on his lips. Wanting to sink into his hunger.
“Now I can fuck you,” he murmured against her mouth.
She was out of words. It was a nice feeling. She worked a hand between them, and into his boxers, to stroke his shaft. He was hot and hard against her hand.
Habit wanted her to push him away. To ride him again.
But this was different. He was different. She was okay with give and take when it came to Mason.
“Are you clean?” she asked. “No STDs or anything?”
Understanding flickered in his eyes. “Yes.”
“Me too. Plus birth control. No condom?” It was a tiny test, both for her and him. She needed to let go of that thread of control, and she needed to see him trust her when she said she was disease free.
“Okay.” There was no hesitation in his reply. He kicked his boxers off, and nudged her thighs apart with his knee.
She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he fisted his cock and nudged her opening. Everything about him was the perfect contradiction. Strength and tenderness. Confidence and doubt. Kindness without being a pushover.
He thrust inside her, spreading her out, and the analytical part of her mind faded into the background. She wanted to sink into these sensations. His legs rubbing against her thighs. The sound of his grunts. His scrunched up face each time he pounded against her.
She dragged her nails up his back, and he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. The moved in unison. As he increased the pace, she sank into him, letting him drive everything.
Mason gripped her thighs and pressed her knees to her chest. He struck inside at a new angle, deep and delicious. His grunts grew more shallow and his pace more frantic.
She clenched around him, milking him, enthralled by the changes in his expression as he neared climax. He came with a loud groan, still hammering.
As he slowed then stopped, the frantic atmosphere in the room evaporated, but an invisible blanket still wrapped around them. They could be the only two people in the world right now, for all she could tell.
He dipped forward to kiss her again. This was soft and drawn out. Intensity burned through his lips into hers.
Mason rolled to one side, and Ginny curled up next to him, head on his arm, hand on his chest. They should clean up, but right now all she wanted to do was stay here and feel him.
“Do you think you can sleep now?” His soft question wove into the stillness rather than shattering it.
“Only if I can stay here.”
He trailed his fingers through her hair. How was that so comforting?
It didn’t matter. All she cared about was that it was. It felt right. Everything about this did.
“Always,” Mason said.
Always was a long time, and Ginny wasn’t going to argue with it even for an instant.
She’d be terrified tomorrow at how attached she was getting to Mason. Tonight, she was going to lose herself in him, with no regrets.