to the staff room, the office and other rooms. When he pulls me into the one of the rooms not labelled, I shiver, and it’s not from the cold, but from the tension coming from Mason.
“Look I’m sorry...No actually I’m not. She’s a bitch and I’m glad you didn’t sleep with her. But, I’m not sorry for what I said...’’ I ramble.
“Shut up,’’ he growls and I snap my eyes up to meet his dark, desire filled eyes. My mouth snaps closed and when it does he takes a step closer, his body flush up against mine. My breathing is coming in deep, fast pants and I can’t take my eyes away from his. It’s like he has me in a trance.
“That... that was the sexiest, most hottest, encounter I have ever witnessed,’’ He breathes out.
“W-what?’’
“You heard,’’ he seductively grins. “I think I like you getting all territorial over me.’’ His voice is a mere whisper, his breath fanning across my cheek. My face flushes and I remind myself to keep calm. I don’t want to show him how much his proximity is affecting me, but it’s proving to be too hard -pun intended- when his hardness is pressing against my lower stomach. “Did you mean what you said?’’
My mind struggles to even contemplate his question, and I reply with a short, moaned, “Huh?’’ the feel of his lips against my neck is doing dangerous things to my mind and body, sending me to a puddle of goo.
“Did you mean it when you told her I was your man?’’ he chuckles, amusement filling his voice as he kisses a line at edge of my jaw, up to the corner of my lips, where he ends up stopping, his lips hovering over mine, so close, yet, not close enough.
“You tell me, Mason,’’ I manage to breathe out, my eyes fluttering closed as I lean forward. My lips manage to touch his for a brief second before he pulls back, his eyes drawn together in confusion.
“What do you mean?’’ His voice is husky and I have to tighten my knees together to try and ease the ache he’s started, but it does nothing but make me ache more, my body screaming –no, demanding, for him to pleasure me, to touch me.
“Are you my man?’’
“Of course, just like you’re my woman, love,’’ he whispers.
My face splits into a huge grin, love sparkling in my eyes for the first time in a long time. When Mason notices his lips crash down to mine in a hungry, passionate kiss that has me feeling dizzy, disoriented, and feeling completely undone.
I’m squirming beneath his touch, our chests rising and falling and both of us clinging to each other like it’s our last kiss.
“Hey Mase, Elliot’s here, so you can get off...Wow!! Shit! Didn’t see you there,’’ Maverick mumbles after walking in and catching Mason pressing me up against the wall. My face flames and I bury my head in Mason’s chest, fighting the urge to giggle. Yep, that’s right, I’ve turned into one of those. One of those people, who, when they’re nervous ends up laughing over the most awkward, and saddest moments.
I remember once getting into trouble at school, and I ended up laughing in the teachers face because I’d been that nervous, that worried that he’d tell my parents, I could only laugh. It was either that or cry. The teacher didn’t think my giggling was amusing, nor did he think it was clever and I ended up getting lunchtime detention for the whole week.
“Bro, seriously fuck off,’’ Mason growls, his chin resting on top of my head. His body is still shaking, and I can feel him fighting for breath. His very impressive erection is still pressed up against me, and I end up biting my lip to stop myself from laughing. Mason must sense something because the hold he has on my hips tighten.
“Yeah, so, I’ll just go back to work. Have a goodnight,’’ he says before closing the door and that’s when I hear him burst into laughter and I end up following, but my face still flames with mortification.
“You think it’s funny my brother caught us making out like two thirteen year olds in a storage closet?’’
“Yeah, um, no, but kind of,’’ I giggle, my face pulling away to look up at him.
“What am I going to do with you?’’ he chuckles, pulling away. The cold air from the loss of his body covers me and my skin breaks out in