normal was Bree pulling her mouth off mine, staring up at me with those bright green eyes, and whispering, “I…I want you, Mason.”
I stopped manhandling her, blinking as if I didn’t hear her correctly. My breathing came out ragged and hard…though that wasn’t the only thing that was hard around here. “What do you mean?” I asked, needing more clarification than that. If she was just telling me that she wanted me in a general sense, then I’d tell her I wanted her, too.
Now, if she meant something else…if she meant she wanted me to take her to my bedroom and take off her clothes piece by piece until she laid naked under me and shower her entire body with pleasure, then I would do it with no complaints.
None at all.
“I want…” Her voice came out in a soft whisper. The TV playing nearly drowned it out. “I want you. I want to feel you inside of me.” Bree ran a hand along my cheek, fire igniting anywhere those soft fingertips touched.
A weird way to say it, but then again, I’d long since knew Bree wasn’t normal. Neither was I, but that’s what made us perfect for each other.
Besides, who the hell was normal these days? Normalcy was so overrated. The weird, the strange—that’s what made the world a fun, technicolor place. That’s what made life worth living.
My heart hammered in my chest, and I was slow to pull my hands out from her shirt and her bra. “Are you sure?” I wanted to make one hundred and ten percent sure she was certain about this. I meant it when I said I’d never rush her, never push her to do anything she didn’t want to do. If she wanted to wait, we could wait for as long as she wanted.
If given the choice, of course I’d make love to her, but I wanted her to be sure about it.
“We don’t have to—”
Bree stopped me from saying anything else, lifting her head off the cushion to kiss me. “I’m sure,” she whispered, smiling gently.
I was up in a matter of seconds, pulling her with me. Holding onto her hand, I led us out of the living room and away from the kitchen, my intent to go straight to the bedroom and finally discover what this girl felt like under me, no clothes hindering either of us.
She said, “What about your lasagna?”
I paused, tossing a glance to the kitchen. I thought about turning the oven off or turning down the temperature it was baking at, but in reality, I knew that’d be pointless. Shaking my head, I muttered, “No point. This probably won’t take long.” I said it jokingly, but I also said it truthfully.
Not something I should be proud of, but I’d wanted this girl for so long, imagined it so many times, I knew I’d stick myself in her and pretty much lose it right away. Hands were never as good as the real thing, and I’d never gotten the courage to ask Bree to do it—with either her hands or her mouth. One step at a time, you know?
Yeah, it wouldn’t take long.
I led Bree to my bedroom, positioning us on the side of the bed. My hands found her hips, and I stared into her eyes for a few moments before kissing her again. Bree was not the laid-back, pliant girl she used to be when I kissed her; now, she knew how to kiss back, and the way she burned her passion through me, I knew she was ready. I knew she wanted this just as badly as I did.
Figuring I’d go first, I broke our lip lock to tug off my shirt. Once I did, Bree’s hands roamed my chest and my stomach. Out of the two of us, Calum had more muscles than me, but I was still flat, and when I flexed, you could see two tiny abs just below my belly button…
I was getting off track.
Bree took her hands off me to grab her shirt and hoist it over her head, exposing her stomach and her bra, her breasts still snug beneath the fabric. I could see her hands shaking a bit, so I moved to hold them, meeting her eyes as I said, “Let me.”
She nodded, and I went to work taking off the rest of my clothes, stopping at my boxers, then hers. Once we stood in our underwear, I pulled us toward my bed, throwing back the sheets so