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her, but I don’t think she’s hearing me.
“I mean, I haven’t even been there for a few weeks. I wonder if Florence…” she drifts off, and then she seems to remember what I’ve just told her.
“What do you mean?” she asks, sounding concerned. Even a little suspicious.
Her legs press closer together and she sits up, one hand absently covering her chest while the other straightens her hair.
“I mean, you’re mine now. I won you, fair and square,” I announce triumphantly.
“Figuratively speaking,” I add, not wanting to frighten her.
“Yours?” she repeats, sitting right on the edge of the couch now, looking from me to the door.
I feel another stab of panic, maybe it’s too much too soon. In my excitement, I guess I’m being a little boastful.
Okay… a lot boastful.
“I mean, instead of working in the soup kitchen, or the office for say… the next week. I thought you could come and spend that time with me,” I tell her, realizing how much creepier this must be sounding by the second.
She’s quiet though, thoughtful for a moment.
Then she stands, looking at the door.
“I think I’d better go now. It’s late,” she says, sounding unsure and it’s my turn to sink back into my chair, closing my eyes and putting my hands over my face. I rub them in a vain attempt to erase the past few minutes and start over again.
Chapter Eleven
Jules
I tell him it’s late.
I know it’s late.
I know what he’s saying sounds crazy.
But I ran once before. I remember what it felt like not knowing what if.
I don’t ever want it to be too late.
This could be my only chance.
And it’s Mason Thorne for god’s sake.
My knees are shaking as I stand in his palatial penthouse, looking from the door back to him.
He’s sitting down, looking like he wants to start over. Like maybe we can pretend it’s earlier this afternoon when we had that feeling.
This feeling.
A quick examination of myself reveals I’m not scared, I’m not worried.
I’m actually trembling from the excitement I feel. From what Mason Thorne does to me every time I’m near him.
Whenever we’re alone it feels like it’s turned up to a thousand.
Mason looks at me, his gaze more intense than ever. Whatever it is between us, it’s on a collision course, I feel it.
Even if I could leave now, which I know I don’t really want to, it would still find a way to pull us together.
Like destiny.
As if in slow motion, I watch him stand, and stalk towards me. I can see by the thick line in the front of his pants that he’s as wound up as I am.
I hear myself gasping, fighting for air. Like I can’t breathe.
My hand goes up, out toward his face and only once his lips are pressed hard against mine does it feel like I’m alive again.
Like I can breathe. Like I’ve finally been pulled from the depths of my so called life that’s been dragging me down since I can remember.
His huge hands pull me closer to him, one on my back, the other cradling my neck as he lifts me up closer to him, pressing me into him.
His huge body fusing with mine, pulling me into every ridge and ripple of his thick, muscular frame as it flexes.
He holds me as if I weigh nothing, and I’m not sure if I actually am floating or if it just feels like it or both.
I’ve never kissed anyone, never been kissed by anyone. And the charge I get from Mason, the thrill inside me is incredible, so much more than just two people pressing their mouths together.
His lips on mine, I appreciate, but my body is instantly screaming for more.
Much more than just a kiss.
Like Mason’s, my own hands have started exploring without me even thinking about it.
I can feel his whole body flexing as he moves, the softness of his silky suit making him feel even better, but I crave his naked flesh on mine.
Before he’s even has a chance to take air in, I grow bolder. My tongue finding its way past his lips as we both start to realize just how much our bodies have been magnetized towards one another since we first met earlier today.
It’s undeniable now. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to, and I don’t.
I can hear a kind of soft whimpering, with a deeper sound underneath and it takes a moment to realize it’s my own body making those sounds, with Mason groaning his own deep satisfaction.