Bang (Blast Brothers #2) - Sabrina Stark Page 0,52
whimper with excitement when he grabbed my backside and pulled me tighter against him.
By the time the kiss ended, I was so eager to go upstairs, I practically stumbled backward in my attempt to yank up my panties and then my pajama bottoms so we could make the mad dash for his bedroom – except it wasn't a dash at all.
Recalling the need to be quiet, we crept silently up the stairs and then into his moonlit bedroom, which was so spectacular, it would've put a five-star hotel to shame.
By the time his bedroom door closed behind us, both of us were so eager that we undressed as we walked, leaving our clothes to fall wherever.
Soon, we lay naked in his sheets. With an eagerness that should've embarrassed me, I yanked him closer and guided his massive erection to my slick opening. He was huge and hard, but I was warm and eager.
As our bodies joined, I wrapped my arms around his back and held on for dear life as we moved together in the moonlight.
Into my hair, he whispered, "God, I've wanted you."
"I wanted you, too," I admitted, not even trying to catch my breath. When his lips found mine, I kissed him back with a wild abandon that matched the movement of our bodies as we rode the waves of our excitement until we were utterly spent.
Afterward, we held each other close for a long time, until our breathing calmed and something like sanity returned.
Sane or not, I regretted nothing.
Maybe this was wrong, but it felt so achingly right, even now after our passion was spent. When Mason rolled onto his side, he didn't let go, and I savored the look and feel of him as we lay facing each other on his king-size bed.
With a sleepy smile, he said, "You're amazing. You know that?"
I smiled back. "You're amazing, too."
As our gazed held, I couldn’t help but compare this Mason with the one who'd walked into that Petoskey nightclub all those weeks ago.
He was the same guy, but I was seeing a different side – a side I could definitely fall for if I wasn't careful.
And speaking of careful, I stifled a giggle. "I guess I should've mentioned this already, but I am on the pill."
His voice was quiet in the moonlight. "I know."
"Wait, how would you know?"
"I saw you pack, remember?"
"Oh." I smiled. "Yeah, I guess you did."
It was funny to think that barely two months had passed since he'd shown up out of the blue. But now, as I lay cradled in his arms, our tense beginning felt a lifetime away.
I said, "Can I ask you something?"
"Anything."
Funny, he looked like he actually meant it. I plunged onward before he could change his mind. "When you came to that club, you know, in Petoskey, how'd you know where I was?"
"Easy," he said. "I called your house."
"You mean my parent's house?"
He pressed his forehead to mine. "That is where you were living."
"And someone told you where I was? Seriously?"
"No. They said you were out clubbing. After that, it was easy."
"How?"
"I just looked for your car."
I didn't bother asking how he knew which car was mine. One thing about Mason, he knew all kinds of things.
Already, he knew all of my special spots and what to do when he got there. And that was after only one time.
Man, he was good.
I felt my tongue skim my upper lip and suddenly realized something totally hilarious. "Oh, my God," I laughed. "You know what's funny?"
He stroked my naked hip. "What?"
"I never got my water."
"What water?"
"Well, that's the reason I went down to the kitchen in the first place – to grab a bottle of water. But then, I got all distracted."
"Oh yeah?" he teased. "By what?"
"You know what," I said. "Trouble-maker."
With a smile in his voice, he said, "Is that a complaint?"
"Yes," I laughed. "It's a total complaint. In fact, where's your complaint department? I want to file a grievance or something."
"Do you now?"
"Definitely."
"Hang on." And with that, he pulled away and rolled to his other side, giving me a nice view of his muscular back.
I watched in perplexed silence as he reached down beside the bed and began rummaging on the floor for something.
I asked, "What are you doing?"
Without looking back, he said, "Resolving your complaint."
I didn't feel like complaining now. His whole backside was a sight to behold – from the muscles in his shoulders to the tight shape of his perfect butt.