Mason (Carter Brothers #2) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,104

rub over my clit and I moan loudly, the sound echoing in the small bathroom and I arch again, this time rubbing myself against his hard erection.

When he inserts two of his fingers I know I’m not going to last long. The feeling is so good that I can’t keep still. My legs quiver and tighten and my whole body heats up and shakes.

His skilled fingers don’t stop their probing and neither does my body rubbing against him, his rock hard erection getting harder behind me.

My orgasm hits me by surprise, my cries of pleasure filling the bathroom and I turn my head to the side, resting it against Mason’s shoulder and lean up to give him a soft kiss.

“Let’s get you dry,’’ he grins.

I nod my head lazily and grin back at him. We get out of the bath and my eyes glue to Mason as he dries himself before coming over to dry me. The white fluffy towel does nothing to cease my arousal. When he dries between my legs wetness coats between them and I bite my lip from moaning.

Heading into the bedroom wrapped in the towel I turn to Mason, needing to keep being brave like I promised I would be down in that basement. Dropping the towel from my body Mason freezes, his eyes glued to my body with so much desire, the lust burning in his eyes. I know he wants me; I can feel it and see the evidence currently pointing proud and hard towards me.

Yep, definitely aroused!

“Make love to me,’’ I tell him, nearly cringing at my own choice of words. Even so, it still sounds better than ‘Please fuck me’ or ‘have sex with me’ that’s for sure.

“W-what? But you just got out of the hospital,’’ he curses looking pained.

“No Mason, don’t do this,’’ I beg him, stepping closer towards him. “I know you want me, so why do you always push me away? You can touch me, but whenever it goes any further you push me away.’’

He looks pained and he takes a hesitant step forward. “Denny, I don’t want to have sex with you because-‘’

“Oh my God, you really don’t find me attractive,’’ I cry, bending down to grab the towel, thankfully not struggling on my way up. Covering myself, I look up at him through my watery eyes.

“No, no Babe, it’s not like that. I’m scared. I’m scared that I’ll hurt you and the baby.’’

“What? I don’t understand,’’ I tell him confused, my body relaxing somewhat.

He groans looking to the ceiling before his head drops, his eyes focusing on mine. “I’m scared that I’ll ruin what we have by having sex with you again. Look at what happened the first time Denny? I got so scared, and panicked that I would turn into the one person I always promised myself that I would never become. I can’t risk losing you again; it nearly killed me the first time. Then there’s the whole baby topic. Can we even have sex?’’ he rambles, pacing back and forth with his hands flying around. “We’ve never talked about it and it’s not like I can ask anyone or Google that shit. The boy’s would have a field day if they looked at the laptops history. What if I poke her Denny? What if I give her brain damage, which I could? I read that their head at this stage is positioned downwards.’’

“Take a deep breath. One, you can’t hurt the baby, I asked the midwife the day after we got intimate. Secondly, do you really think you’re that monstrous that you’d do that kind of damage?’’

He looks down at his dick in a ‘what do you think’ look and I giggle loudly. He snaps his head up giving me a glare before he sighs looking defeated. I take the first steps towards him knowing I need to make the next step clearer, after all it’s me taking the biggest risk here giving him my heart.

“And as for the first topic you brought up, you could never hurt me again, you know too well what it feels like to not have me. As for me, I’m big enough to make my own decisions. I want you Mason, I’ve always wanted you, but you need to start putting some faith in yourself. How will we ever work if you’re always second guessing yourself? If you feel that strongly towards me then you wouldn’t second guess yourself so much over hurting me. If you cared