Bang (Blast Brothers #2) - Sabrina Stark Page 0,50

than the usual routine of groping under the covers in a traditional bed. And there was something in Mason's expression that made me feel like we were sharing a lot more than an impromptu peep show.

Taking my sweet time, I continued lifting the hem of my shirt, first up over my navel, and then up over my lower ribs. I paused for a long moment with only the underside of my breasts exposed and gave Mason a knowing smile of my own. "Should I keep going?"

"You'd better."

As our gazes held, I was very conscious of the cotton fabric clinging to my nipples. By now, they were so hard, they literally ached.

And that wasn't my only ache. Deep in my core, I was aching for Mason, wanting to be filled with his hardness until that achy feeling went away.

Or maybe, judging from the size of the erection I'd felt pressing against my hip, I'd be aching in a whole new way, a better way.

I wanted him.

Bad.

As I lifted my shirt and exposed my breasts, I felt no awkwardness, only lust.

It made no sense. I wasn't like this.

And yet, here I was standing there in Mason's pantry, with my pants down and my shirt up. If it weren't for my panties, I might as well be naked.

I wanted to be naked. With trembling hands, I yanked the shirt over my head and tossed it aside.

Mason smiled. "Now the panties."

By now, I knew what he meant. And I knew exactly how to do it. Slowly, I pushed down the silky fabric, first past my hips and then past my knees, and then lower still, until my panties were resting atop the pajama pants that were pooled at my ankles.

I should've felt ridiculous. But I didn't. I felt beyond sexy as I slowly straightened and gave Mason the view he'd been asking for.

From the look in his eyes, he was liking what he saw. With a sexy smile, he said, "I'm gonna make a liar out of you. You know that, right?"

I wasn't sure what he meant, but there was something in the way he said it that made my breath hitch with anticipation. "How so?"

Without breaking eye contact, he prowled slowly toward me, stopping only briefly to grab the nearby stool. The thing was heavy. I knew this from hard experience.

But Mason, he lifted it with one hand, like the thing weighed nearly nothing. He placed it by my side and then reached down to retrieve my discarded tank top. He placed on the seat and said, "Sit."

At that moment, I swear, he could've commanded me to do anything, and I would've done it without question. But when I went to sit on the stool, Mason reached for my hand and guided me gently down until my naked backside settled onto the discarded tank top.

I was sitting. And he was standing. My face was very near his pelvis, and at first, I thought he was going to drop his pants and give me a taste of his hardness – the massive erection I could see straining against the pricy fabric of his suit.

But instead, with his gaze locked on mine, he lowered himself to his knees directly in front of me and said, "Fuck the cereal. The only thing I want to taste is you."

Chapter 31

Mason

It wasn't what I'd planned on doing, but there was something about Cami that had me doing all kinds of things I never anticipated.

Or maybe it was because of that joke she'd made about me not eating her. It had gotten me thinking. And once I'd started thinking, I knew I wouldn’t be happy until I'd had a taste.

And while I was at it, I was going to make her squirm until she begged for me to take her, like I'd been wanting to for far too long.

She looked almost ready to beg now. No surprise there.

The truth was, the begging happened more often than you'd think. But until now, there'd been no danger of me begging back.

But with Cami? There was danger, alright.

She looked so sexy with her tousled hair and naked body. Her eyes were warm and filled with lust. Her nipples were hard, and her smile was soft.

Man, I wanted this girl.

With a breathless laugh, she said, "I hope you don't mean cannibalism."

So she'd remembered the joke. Smart.

And sexy.

From between her thighs, I gave her a knowing smile. "Don't worry. I won't bite. Much."

With her pajama pants and panties bunched around her ankles, she was