Chapter Five
“When?” Hannah’s lips quivered, her voice barely audible.
“I mean it.” Mason brushed his lips back and forth against hers. “But if you want me to stop, I’ll have to go.”
He traced a slow circle around her hip with his thumb. She didn’t want that to ever stop. Could he stop? Did he actually believe he could? Because she didn’t possess that kind of control.
“I want you, too, but this is moving too fast.” Her rejection didn’t register in his eyes.
“It doesn’t feel rushed at all, does it?”
Not at all. Sitting here, breathing him in felt like the most perfect thing in the world.
Without taking his eyes from hers, he untied the sash of her robe and spread it open. His deep-blue eyes showed his lust, but there was something more that made her decision for her. She felt an awe, almost a reverence.
“I don’t want Just One Night,” she whispered, shrugging the robe off her shoulders.
“You have me booked for the next month and a half.” His gaze drifted south.
She smiled, liking the sound of all that implied. Threading her fingers through his hair, she pulled him closer. “I meant I don’t want to act out the book. I want you. And me.”
She traced his lips with her tongue, arousal building as his breath hitched. Taking his bottom lip between her own, she sucked gently, pulling him in to the kiss. She kissed him as she’d always wanted to. The way she did in her dreams, without holding anything back, releasing the passion burning inside.
Holding her shoulders in his hands, Mason pulled away slowly, having even more trouble controlling his breathing than she did. He pressed his forehead against hers. “I don’t have anything with me. I swear, I’ll sprint up those stairs if you will hold that thought.”
Hannah smiled at his candor. “You really didn’t plan this?”
He shook his head. “Your outfit inspired me to aim high.”
They laughed together, and he ran his fingers beneath the lacy straps of her chemise. “Bedroom.” Her voice came out lower, throatier than ever before.
“Okay,” Mason said, getting up slowly. “I’ll be right back.”
Rising, she shook her head and took his hand. “Now.”
…
How he loved a modern woman. Hannah led him back through the hall and into her bedroom, switching off lights as they went. He would’ve preferred them on, but he’d talk her into that later. When she turned the corner into her bedroom, he lengthened his stride, made it to the bed, and pulled her down beneath him. He tried to kiss her, but she turned her head, denying him.
“That’s not how I want to play.” Hannah went limp under him.
“No?” He rolled to the far side of the double bed.
“No.” She rose up and straddled him.
Talk about every man’s fantasy. “I thought I was trying to seduce you,” he managed to say, ignoring the heat coming off her body. It had been a long time, far too long for him to blow it now.
“Did you really?” she asked, unbuttoning his shirt. He lifted up and shrugged out of it and tossed it to the floor.
“I never know what’s going to happen next with you.” He sucked in a breath as she went for his belt. She undid the button of his pants, slid down the zipper, and paused. In the dim light of her bedside lamp, he watched as a battle played out behind her eyes before she slid her hands up his body.
She inched closer, her eyes locked on his. Her long brown hair teased his skin, darkening the room further as her face hovered inches above his.
“Could you stop now?” her low voice taunted.
“Hannah,” he threatened as her mouth came even closer, the heat from her breath wetting his lips.
“What about now?” She licked her lips, her tongue coming so close to his lips he felt her, but she never touched him.
“Anything you want,” he ground out, forcing himself to be still. He wanted to touch her, but even more than that, he wanted to find out just how she wanted to play.
She licked her lips again, the tip of her tongue caressing his bottom lip. As she retreated, he followed her, maintaining the contact until she jerked away.
He lay back down in an invitation for her to continue her delicious tormenting. She looked so delectable in how she teased. The lace stretched over her full breasts, the dusty-rose-colored nipples straining at the textured fabric, the flare of her hips as she sat atop him.
That kind of beautiful made a man ache to lose himself in her. He unclenched his fisted hands and wrapped his fingers around her hips. He wouldn’t rush her; he just needed more contact.
Her grin went wicked as she leaned down and kissed him so gently he felt her smile. He captured her mouth with his own, deepening the kiss. As she opened for him, he traced his fingers up her back and pulled down the straps to bare her shoulders.
She pulled away slightly, accusation in her gaze. “Are you looking for something?”
He planted an open-mouthed kiss on her bare shoulder in response.
“I thought my outfit inspired you,” she said sitting up, pulling the straps to her shoulders.
“It inspires me to want more.” He walked his fingers up her bent knees, up her thighs, under the skirt of her nightie.
“More of me?” she asked breathily.
He nodded and reminded himself he’d promised to stop if she asked. He had to stay in control of his body. Though from her position, she must know how out of control the situation had grown.
“How much more?” she asked, lifting the hem over his fingers to the flare of her hip.
His hands chased the edge as she inched it up ever so slowly. She pulled past the matching lace thong, leaving Mason to wonder just how far she took her bikini wax.
“This much?” she asked, stopping just above her navel.
“More,” he said, recognizing the pleading tone in his voice. She so had him. And it felt damned good.
She drew the material slowly over her stomach, her ribcage, finishing the motion with a flourish as she pulled the nightie off her breasts and over her head. Her rosy nipples looked as happy to be free of their lace prison as he was happy to see them. “Could you stop now, Mason?” she asked, rubbing her hands across the muscles of his shoulders as she leaned down until her nipples grazed his chest.
He bit his lip as he nodded, meeting her challenge. Just how far would she take this?
Lowering herself farther, she kissed him. He deepened the kiss, savoring every nuance of her pliant mouth. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest. He skimmed his hands from her hips up her body to the swell of her breasts. He swallowed her gasp as his fingers slowly traced the outer edges. As she pulled back, he stayed with her until he had her in the palms of his hands. He squeezed gently, passing his thumbs over her hardened buds.
“You like them,” she said, pressing herself into his hands. “Could you stop without having tasted them?”
He froze, unsure. Could he really?
“Taste me,” she whispered, leaning down and allowing him access with his mouth.
He went for it, rolling her nipple on his tongue before bringing it into his mouth with one long, hard pull. She moaned and her hand hit the pillow beside his head. Her hips lifted off his, relieving him of the torturous pressure.
He reveled in his new power, noting how her head tilted back as he shifted his concentration to her other breast. One hand plucked the nipple he’d just pleasured while he skimmed the other hand down her back to slide her panties over her sweet ass. Reaching between them, he tugged the material to her bent knees. He probably should worry about his own overabundance of clothing, but he just had to know how wet she was.
He skimmed his fingers across her thin strip of hair and into her hot folds. Her slick heat told him she was ready. Primed. All he would have to do was curl his finger inside her and press her clit with his thumb…
She exploded, pressing back against his hand as the spasms rocked her and her knees gave out. He prolonged it for as long as he could, matching the contractions with the pulsing of his finger.
As they rolled onto their sides, he used his free hand to brush the hair from her face, watching as her breathing returned to normal.
Her eyelids fluttered open slowly. “Could you stop now?” she asked hoarsely.
Damn. He stilled his hand and pulled it from between them.
She laughed huskily and caught his wrist. “That was cheating. Amazing, but I wasn’t supposed to cross the finish line alone.”
“I didn’t know the rules,” he said, relieved they were still playing her game.
The musky scent of her pleasure filled his lungs, igniting a craving he’d had since he’d seen her in the robe. He bent toward her, tasting her collarbone and the well between her breasts. He went farther, circling her belly button with his tongue.
As he dipped lower, she stilled him. “It’s your turn.”
“No, I cheated.” He looked up at her, watching her eyes as he parted her thighs. “I lose a turn. You get to go again.”
She gave a naughty grin and propped herself up on her elbows. “Really, you don’t have to. I won’t be able to take another turn so soon.”
“You think you can stop now?” he taunted and reached his arms beneath her legs. She gasped as his fingers parted her, exposing her to him. He breathed her in and then let the warm air from his mouth tickle her body. Her hips began to writhe out of his hand, and he had no doubt this would be a pleasure for them both.
Starting slow, he flattened his tongue against her opening and tasted all the way up. He slid his tongue up one side and down the other, taunting her bud with each pass. He savored her smooth nuances, testing for what drove her wild.
Her breathing set his rhythm. He slid a finger inside, and her smooth walls began to quiver. The comforter rose beside them as she tore at it. He swirled around her clit, timing the motion with her choppy breaths. As he sucked the hardened nub into his mouth, her back arched into him, and she quaked around his finger.
This time, he didn’t drag it out. He simply withdrew and kissed his way up her body. He could wait, but not much longer. He paused, enjoying her breasts while he waited for her to come back to earth.
As she massaged his scalp, he heard her sweet voice, now raspy. “After that performance, you can pretty much do anything you want with me.”
He raised his head and looked into her eyes. “Anything?”
“Anything.” She grinned, running her fingertips up and down the contours of his muscled chest and abs. “I’m completely entranced with you right now.”
After stripping off his clothes, he lay back on the bed beside her and grinned. He knew exactly what he wanted. “I want to watch you come again.”
…
Perhaps Mason hadn’t heard her offer to be his love slave. Not that she objected to an orgasm-induced coma, which was a lock after the way she’d practically blacked out during the last one. But she wanted to give as good as she’d gotten.
The man’s tongue was positively lethal. Her gaze danced across his body, making her wish she left more lights on. She wanted to see him, to feel him, taste him. He wouldn’t complain if she had a little sample.
“I love it when you do that,” he groaned, pulling her on top of him. “I just want to crawl inside your head and see all of the things you’re thinking.”
The way his need throbbed between their bodies reminded her she needed to dig out the condoms stashed in her drawer. That way they’d both get what they wanted.
She sucked in air and willed the oxygen up to her brain. Her body was wound tight as a spring, not allowing her any thoughts but how to find release again.
Lifting herself up, she leaned forward and slid the nightstand drawer open. She fumbled around past her now-irrelevant vibrator and found the box in the back. She tried to open the cardboard carton with her fingers, but in frustration went at it with her teeth.
“A new box? Hannah, did you plan this?” he taunted her.
Finally removing a packet, she ripped it open. “Just be grateful one of us is prepared.” She greedily grasped him, and he jerked in her hand. A wicked laugh erupted from her throat as she felt his length, his girth. This would be one magic ride.
She placed the condom over the swollen head of his cock and then bent down to roll the condom on with her mouth. His hands in her hair stopped the motion.
“Hannah, I’m so close,” Mason ground out between clenched teeth. “If you do that, I swear, I’ll come right away.”
“You are?” she purred, wrapping her finger and thumb around the base of him and squeezing, hard. She relished taking a little control back. “Better?” she teased, releasing him.
He moaned and flopped back against the mattress.
“I thought you wanted to watch me,” she teased, tickling his hips with the ends of her hair. She took the condom off the end of him and sucked him into her mouth with one long pull. She teased him with her tongue, his taste tangy but not bitter. She’d definitely have to sample more of that later.
“Mason,” she whispered, looming over his body, drunk in her regained power. “Open your eyes.” She repeated the condom routine, and this time he managed to let her put it on.
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
“Could you stop now?” she taunted, straddling him once more.
“Hannah,” he warned, his hands finding their way to her hips.
“Could you?” She grasped his cock, rubbing the tip of him against her wetness.
“Could you?” he warned, locking her in his gaze.
She didn’t answer, just positioned herself and let gravity ease him inside. His eyes fluttered closed, and she froze. “Open your eyes, or I’ll stop.”
His eyelids flew open at the threat. “Liar,” he ground out, pulling her down completely.
She gasped at the stretching fullness. With her hands on his shoulders, she gave herself a moment to relish the sensation. When she couldn’t stand it anymore, she began to rock her hips, never breaking eye contact.
“I want to watch you, too,” she panted, the pressure magically beginning to build yet again.
He moved his hands from her hips, raising one hand to knead her breast and pull her hard nipple. He pressed her clit with the thumb of his free hand.
“Mason, please. I want to wait for you,” she begged. And she didn’t even care.
“You go, and I won’t be able to stop.” His desperate gaze showed the truth. He was right on the edge with her.
She closed her eyes and arched her back, soaking up every sensation his body poured in to her. She rode the wave as the world narrowed and darkened and then exploded into a thousand colors behind her eyelids.
Screaming came from somewhere. Her, him, she couldn’t quite make it out. Her body kept reminding her to breathe, as if she were drowning. At some point, the blankets covered them and they nestled together.
As she drifted off to dream, she heard him whisper, “I knew it. I knew from the way you kissed we’d be this way.”