somewhere near my closet door. Masey steps closer, her stare fused to me. Then she lifts a hand to the middle of my chest. Her fingers are a barely there touch over my heart.
Her caress reverberates through my whole body. I suck in a breath. And as she lifts her other hand, feathers both palms up my chest, then wraps her fingers around my shoulders, it’s all I can do not to shudder at the unexpected pleasure.
She searches my face but says nothing.
I need to know what’s rolling through her head. “Honey?”
Masey frowns. “Kiss me.”
She’s…something. Nervous now that we’re going to have sex? Or afraid of how she’ll feel once we do?
If it’s the latter, we’re in the same place.
“Sure.” Despite everything, I’m dying to.
Bending to Masey, I slide my hand around her nape, working my fingers into her hair, and contemplate her mouth. Her grip on me tightens. She bites her lip again.
It drives me fucking crazy.
I swipe at her swollen pout with my thumb. “Give that to me.”
Masey nods, seemingly half-dazed, and lifts onto her tiptoes. She tilts her head and positions her lips under mine.
My hand at the back of her head tightens as I pull her against me and lay my lips over hers. Soft. So soft. I sink down onto her mouth, and she’s like a pillow cushioning me as I deepen the kiss.
This time, I don’t have to prompt her to open for me. It’s as automatic as breathing.
I can’t hold in a groan as I slide inside her mouth. Then I fall down a rabbit hole of sensation and submerge into heaven all at once. There’s no escape—not that I want to. But one second I’m standing in the middle of my bedroom with her, present and in control. The next, she has me floating, spinning, falling… She’s my only anchor, and I grab her desperately.
Before I plunge deeper into her.
Masey welcomes me, lures me, hungry and moaning as she addicts me to the opium sweetness of her mouth.
As I back her against the nearest wall and wedge her against me, she slides her hands over my shoulders, strokes down my chest, then trails over my abs. Another jerk of pleasure rattles me.
She breathes into our kiss. Every sense I possess is attuned to her, heightened and sharpened by her nearness. But I need to be closer. I need more.
I fit my thumb under her bra strap and lower it until it hugs her arm. I have to taste the flesh I just exposed, so I kiss my way down to her collarbones and nip across to her shoulder.
And as I work my lips over her skin, her grip on me tightens. Her breathing picks up pace. “Trace…”
Her sigh tells me she’s every bit as blown away by our chemistry as I am.
I curl a hand around her waist and feel my way up her rib cage until I’m cradling her breast. The weight of it falls perfectly into my palm. But the wires and lace and bows have to go. I need her skin on mine.
I flick at her other bra strap until it falls. “I want to take this off.”
“Yes.”
“I want your nipples in my mouth.”
“Yes.”
“I want you bare and in my bed.”
“Oh…yes.”
That’s usually enough to make me happy. Not with Masey.
I grip her chin and hold her gaze. “I want you with me, every moment, every breath, every moan…all night.”
She swallows. “Yes.”
Her eyes are earnest. Her mouth purses softly under mine. I can’t stay away. I can’t resist. So I crush her lips under my own, lift her off her feet, and pull her against my chest.
“Trace!”
“Wrap your legs around me and hold on.”
She does, and I rush to my bed, then lay her across the mattress. Wordlessly, she watches me, clinging to me. And she’s so fucking beautiful as the moonlight shines on her.
“Why does everything feel so different with you?” she murmurs.
Isn’t that a good question? The easy explanation is that I’m not Thom, that I’m focused not on what’s convenient for me but what feels best for her. But I think her question is deeper. Mine is. Why does everything with her feel so different? Why does Masey stand out from all the women I’ve shared a few hours, a few laughs, and a few orgasms with?
True I don’t engage in random sex the way I used to, and being a father has changed my priorities. But that doesn’t explain why everything I’m feeling with Masey is