Bang (Blast Brothers #2) - Sabrina Stark Page 0,100

joke," he said. "You should've seen us Christmas Eve."

"Really? What happened?"

"Ask me later."

"Why later?"

"Because," he said, sweeping me up into his arms, "I'm gonna carry you to the nearest bedroom and have my way with you."

Oh, man. I was loving the way that sounded. Still, I couldn’t help but tease, "Are you sure there's a bedroom? I mean, this place is pretty big."

"Trust me," he said, cradling me tight against his muscular torso, "I'll find one."

It didn't take him long either.

Just as I'd suspected, at least one of the two mystery doors led to a spacious bedroom. Leaving the door open behind us, Mason carried me straight to the king-size bed as I kicked off my shoes and let them fall wherever.

I felt giddy and light, and so very happy, I couldn’t seem to stop smiling. And I wasn't the only one.

Mason looked happier than I'd ever seen him, even as he laid me gently across the bed and gazed down at me with an expression that took my breath away.

In a quiet voice, he said, "You're my dream-girl, you know that?"

I smiled. "And you're my dream guy." With an embarrassed laugh, I said, "Actually, I think you've been my dream guy for a while now."

He smiled back. "You know what that makes me?"

"What?"

His gaze softened. "The luckiest guy in the world."

As I stared up at him, there were so many questions I wanted to ask. What had prompted this change? When had he decided that he loved me? And where would we go from here?

But the way I saw it, we had plenty of time to talk later. What I wanted now was something I'd been thinking about all night.

From the bed, I beckoned him closer. "You're so far away."

"Not for long." And true to his word, he pushed off his shoes, shrugged out of his suit-jacket, and removed the tie.

And although he let his jacket fall to the floor, he laid the tie across the nearby armchair, making me smile with sentimental sappiness.

When Mason joined me on the bed, I turned toward him and gave a happy sigh as he pulled me into his arms and kissed me just the way I liked.

His lips were warm and welcoming, and I felt his hands caressing my back, and then move lower, skimming the thin fabric of my little black dress.

When he reached underneath the skirt and caressed my backside over my silky panties, my breath hitched, and my pulse jumped.

I pressed my hips tighter against him, and felt his erection surge against my stomach.

I smiled into his kiss. He wasn't the only one who was primed and ready.

Already, my insides were warm and slick with yearning. I wanted him so bad, I could practically taste it.

Beyond eager now, I pulled back and reached between us. With trembling fingers, I fumbled for the top button of his white dress-shirt. When I finally managed to undo it, it only left me hungry for more.

I wanted him shirtless, and then pantless. But more than anything, I wanted him inside me.

As I fumbled for the next button, he reached around me and unzipped the back of my dress. As the dress loosened, he moved his hands to my shoulders and nudged down the straps, exposing my black strapless bra as he leaned forward to kiss my collarbone.

With his teeth, he nudged down the bra just enough to expose my nipples to his mouth and his tongue. As he took a hardened nipple into his warm mouth, I gave a little whimper of longing.

This turned into a soft moan as he suckled my nipple with the perfect amount of pressure – not too much, and not too little.

As his mouth worked its magic, he yanked down my panties, not all the way, but enough so I could feel his warm hands on my bare ass and feel his thumbs skimming the intersection of my thighs.

When he moved one hand closer to the front and found that special spot with his thumb, I gave another whimper of pleasure and need.

Suddenly, it was like both of us were so eager, we'd lost all sense of time and space. By the time I reached the last button of his shirt, I was almost panting with anticipation.

I sat up and practically yanked the shirt from his muscular torso, and then went straight for his pants. I fumbled for the button, and then the zipper. I gave his pants a hard yank and watched with eager anticipation as he