nipple, and he groans then scoops me up off the couch. My arms hold tight around his neck as he crosses the living space to the stairs and carries me up as though I weigh nothing. Once there, he lays me on the bed then clicks on the lamp at his nightstand.
The single light in the dark room plays against his massive form, making him look dangerous. Even when I know he’s anything but.
Seventeen
Mason
She’s here. Trix, my woman, is sprawled out on my bed in nothing but a pair of panties and smiling at me like I own every fucking inch of her body and she’s begging me to take it.
I want, more than anything, to lose myself inside her, burrow so deep into her soul she’ll never be able to get rid of me. I told myself I’d take it slow: prove to her that I’m not like Lane and fucking Talon. She’s so much more than a piece of ass, and her body is a damn treasure. Any man lucky enough to have it should have to spend a lifetime searching, slowly digging away with patience for the pleasure of making love to her.
She pushes up to her knees and scoots to the end of the bed. I don’t have to think as my feet carry me to her on instinct; the basest most primal need to claim her rides me hard. Her hands go to my waistband, but her violet eyes are on me. She pops the button on my jeans, and the heat of her fingers runs the length of my dick as she slides down the zipper.
I grip her by the hair, pulling her mouth to mine roughly for a quick deep kiss. My forehead rests against hers, and I hold on to barely controlled restraint. “Trix, I want this, you, right now.”
Her hand dips beneath my boxer briefs, and my legs almost give. “Me too. More than anything.” She strokes me, and I grind my teeth together to keep from pumping my hips into her hand.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to push you.” And there’re other reasons why we should slow down, but fuck if I can think of a single one.
Her other hand runs along my hip, around to my ass, and she slides my pants and briefs down my legs. “Then let me push you.”
“Done.” I put a knee on the bed, she falls back with a giggle, and I take my place between her legs. “I want to go easy, but I’m barely hanging on as it is.”
“I don’t want you to go easy, Mase.” She rips her fingers through my hair and pulls my mouth to hers.
We kiss long and hard until I drop to an elbow to free up my hand. Her skin is like silk beneath my fingers as they trace down her belly. I run them slowly back and forth along the hem of her panties, and she nips at my lip in frustration.
A low chuckle vibrates in my throat. “Patience, Beatriks.”
“I’ve never been good at delayed gratification.” Her hips jack up off the bed with a whimper. “Please.”
“Shh . . . I’ve got you.” I tug her panties down, and she makes quick work of kicking them to the floor. The air in my lungs leaves on a whoosh as I take in her naked body. “Fuckin’ hell.”
I run a hand up her thigh, between her legs and—Shit, I’m never gonna make it to sex at this rate. She grips my wrist and holds my hand to her, biting her lip. Her desperation is addicting. I bring her to the edge, playing with her just enough to have her quivering beneath me and rocking against my palm. Warm, wet, and delicate. What I wouldn’t do to feel her against my tongue.
“Hold on.” I reach over to the bedside table and pull a condom from the drawer. Since I moved to Vegas, I’ve only had two women in my bed: drunken one-night stands that left nothing more than hazy memories and guilt in their wake.
Trix watches with wide eyes and parted lips as I roll on the condom, and I hope she’s not thinking about why I have condoms on hand. I want her to feel like she’s the only woman I’ve ever had.
She crawls to her hands and knees, giving me a visual that I know I’ll carry to my grave. “Lie back.” She throws a leg over my hips and straddles me, all her