thick,” she said, pressing a kiss to the side of his rigid organ. “I sometimes wonder how we fit so well, but we do.”
Another kiss, this one open-mouthed. A hiss escaped Mason’s lips.
“I never thought I would enjoy this,” she said, letting the flat of her tongue stroke his length. “But with you, I want it. I want to consume you, take you inside me every way I possibly can.”
Mason’s hands buried in her hair as she sucked the tip into her mouth. She kept him there, moving her tongue around the sensitive rim of the flared head. And then he was moving. His arousal popped out of her mouth, and she was flying through the air. Mason caught her against his body. Her back hit the couch cushion. He covered her with his body—his hair-roughened skin stroking her flushed and damp silkiness.
“I need you,” he breathed in her ear, his voice edgy and sharp with hunger. His hands pulled her legs apart, widening them for an invasion she welcomed with every fiber of her being.
But when his shaft touched her damp warmth, he was gentle and sure, always careful not to hurt her. Her body opened, defying the laws of biology and physics as she stretched to accept him, her hands digging into his back.
Pulsing around him in welcome, she thrust against him, working herself against his thickness, making Mason swear. The veins in his arms and neck bulged as she undulated like a wave, rising and falling to meet him as he stood still with effort, her rock in the ocean.
The friction building, her every nerve ending firing, she rose one final time, using her hands to press him close so she could grind against him.
“Sugar—I can’t wait. I can’t.” Inside her, Mason swelled. He shuddered, his rigid control breaking. He thrust inside her hard and fast until her sheath pulsed around him, making her cry out, her vision fragmenting as her orgasm splintered her like breaking glass.
Mason hauled in a shaky breath and grunted, his thighs slapping against her as he finally let go, coming with a burst that flooded her with heat. Fucking her through his climax, Mason finally collapsed on top of her, his breath harsh as his shaft pulsed twice more before finally coming to rest.
It took him a minute, but, eventually, he shifted, lifting her limp body so she rested on top of him. And he managed to do it without breaking their connection. He was still inside her, soft now, but that was good. She never wanted to let him go.
“I think I’m an addict,” he murmured, his finger tracing the skin of her hips, trailing over the taut globes of her ass.
Laila hummed. “As long I am your drug of choice, I have no problem with that.”
He laughed, his fingers tightening on her curves. A little squeak escaped her before she could stop herself.
Frowning, Mason rose, his finger tracing over a tender spot. “You are bruised,”
Laila twisted her neck, but only Linda Blair had a chance of seeing that part of themselves.
“My rear has plenty of padding. It will be fine.”
Mason’s hand stroked over her other cheek. A sudden grin brightened his face. He was almost too handsome to look at—blinding like the sun. “Let me kiss it and make it better.”
Laila giggled, bending her legs to cross them at the ankles behind her. “Maybe if you let me kiss yours, too—and don’t tell me you don’t have any. You took most of the impact.”
“I have no idea if I’m bruised.”
Scoffing, she whipped her head back and forth. “No way. I love you, but I don’t believe what Ransom and your teammates say about you—you’re not superhuman.”
Mason’s hand cupped her cheek. He leaned forward to press a long, soft kiss to her lips before drawing back so he could speak.
“Trust me, sugar, I’m feeling no pain.”
“Because of my wonderful analgesic effect?” she teased, tapping her toes together.
“No. Because you just told me that you loved me for the first time.”
Laila cocked her head at him. Was it really the first time? How could that be right? She’d lived and breathed with the emotion from the moment she’d laid eyes on him.
“But you knew that already,” she said, no longer needing to protect the truth. “You’ve always known. I’ve always loved you—since the day we met.”
A suspicious glint in his eye, Mason pressed a much harder, much deeper kiss to her lips. “It seems I needed to hear it out loud.”
Epilogue
Rosamie banged