long bi-colored hair falling to brush the tips of her breasts.
With a lift of her ass, she takes me into her body. A low groan slides from her parted lips as she slowly and deliberately welcomes me inch by inch. A vise grip of heat wraps me tight and my abdomen flexes in response.
“Never seen anything so beautiful in my life.” I force myself to loosen my hold on her thighs, will my muscles to relax, and avoid being too rough.
Her palms flatten on my pecs, and she rolls her hips just as I’ve seen her do on stage. Tingles shoot from my dick straight up my spine and make my head swim. She moves again, this time leaning to one side then the other. Like some kind of sexual goddess, she hits every angle with the swivel of her narrow hips.
“Fuck, baby . . .” I want her to stop. The sensations are too much, everything hypersensitive and jacked-up on overdrive. “You need to slow that shit down or—”
“Or what?” She grinds down hard, groaning and tossing her head back.
“Fuck it.” I flip her to her back. “My turn.”
I pull out completely before filling her so deeply her neck arches off the bed. “Oh my . . .”
Again, I slide out and in, allowing her to feel every inch as I press against her. She sucks in a breath, her eyes wide and lost in the sensation. Over and over I move with force but at a pace that’ll keep her wanting. Firm, deep, and slow.
“I could do this all night, baby.” I pull out and glide back in. “All fucking night inside you.” I bend my knee, angle my hips, and grind in deep.
“Oh, Mase…it’s—” She gasps, her legs clamp against my hips, and she throws her head back. My name falls from her lips with the guttural groan of release as she pulsates beneath me. I cushion the top of her head to keep it from banging against the headboard as I power into her, easing her back from her orgasm.
“Whoa.” She sighs with a scratchy voice. Her legs drop from being wrapped around me, and her breathing is labored as I rock into her slowly.
I drop soft kisses on her eyelids, her forehead, and the tip of her nose. “You good?”
A lazy and sexy-as-hell smile pulls at her lips. “So much better than good.”
“Mmm . . . I like hearing that.” I move again, testing her to see if she’s open to more. As much as I’d hate to be done, I’d rather suffer through the blue balls than push her too far.
“Don’t stop.” Her feet hit the bed, and she meets me thrust for thrust.
I hook one of her legs with my arm, getting deeper than I had before and almost coming right then. I don’t want to stop. Ever. Not with Trix.
The powerful need to keep her rides me harder and my pace quickens.
“Yes!” She digs her nails into my arms, scraping down my biceps, and intensifying the tingling at the base of my spine. “Mason, you’re so good, perfect, and mine . . .”
I ignite.
Stars burst behind my eyes, and I bury my face in her neck. My hips jackhammer into her body while my head spins from the euphoric high of her words.
I’m hers.
Fuck, but no truer words have ever been spoken.
I kiss her long and deep, unable to look into her eyes out of fear that I’ll see her regret. “Let me get rid of this.” Pushing up from the bed, I toss one side of the comforter over her and she giggles.
Moving to the bathroom, I blink into the bright light and trash the condom.
Does she mean it? Or is that like telling someone you love them while having sex? I’m almost afraid to ask.
Fuck it. It doesn’t matter. I know she’s it for me.
Trix
Curled up in Mason’s thick down comforter, surrounded by his scent, and with a delicious ache between my legs, I’m grinning like an idiot.
I really, really like this guy. More than I should, but I don’t care.
A tiny voice in my head reminds me that I’m getting sidetracked. I’m not supposed to be dating or having mind-blowing sex with handsome fighters. I’m supposed to be searching for Lana’s killer.
After her body was discovered, the crime scene investigators swept the entire area for clues, but there were none. No fingerprints or DNA on her body or clothes. The only tire tracks were from her car. Best evidence