it.
There’s a ping announcing the elevator’s arrival, and he stalks inside as soon as the doors slide open. Another pair of people attempt to get on with us but wisely step back when they catch the look of danger dancing in Mase’s hooded eyes.
He doesn’t wait for the door to fully close before he’s boxing me in against the wall. His palms flatten on either side of my head, his knuckles blanching as he flexes his fingers, trying to rid himself of the anger coursing through his body.
His hard chest brushes mine with every nostril-flaring breath.
My eyes fall shut in anticipation of a kiss that never comes. Instead, I jump when the prickly hair of his scruff drags down the length of my neck, my head tilting to the side to grant him better access.
The vibrations underneath my fingertips should scare me, but at my core I know I have nothing to fear when it comes to Mason.
Doesn’t change the fact that I’m in trouble.
#Chapter50
The adrenaline from the game.
The high of the win.
The relief from finally admitting and solidifying my plans about delaying entering the draft.
The way Kay eye-fucked the shit out of me when she saw me in my Tom Ford suit.
Brantley trying to forcibly voice his displeasure about my decision for my future.
All of these things are like ingredients in a recipe, but instead of a delicious dish, I feel more like a 2-liter bottle of soda getting Mentos shoved into it.
All I want to do is bury myself inside my girlfriend and forget anything else except the way she feels wrapped around me until morning, except I’m feeling so fucking volatile I’m afraid I’ll break her.
Ding!
The elevator arrives on my floor and I spin on my heel as the doors open with a whoosh, dragging Kay out of the steel box like the caveman she jokingly calls me. As I hear her footsteps rushing to keep up, I take heart in the fact that at least I’m taking her by the hand and not the hair.
The keycard gives me issues, the force of me shoving it into the slot causing the plastic to bend during the first two attempts at unlocking the door. When the green light finally blinks, I throw the door open and haul Kay inside.
The door slams shut, the sound echoing my ferocity. The only illumination in the room comes from the bathroom light bleeding out around the open door. The light is limited, but what I can see shocks the shit out of me.
Instead of wide-eyed apprehension, heat is the only thing burning in Kay’s stormy gaze. She wants me; that much is plain to see. If I go to her now, there’s no way her under-five-foot frame will be able to absorb the pressure brewing inside me.
I roll my shoulders back, shrugging out of my jacket and dropping it to the floor like it’s a towel after a shower and not a piece from a five-thousand-dollar ensemble.
My hands come up, working to loosen the knot of my tie but not completely undoing it. Next up, I start to work the buttons on my vest open, Kay’s eyes tracking each one as it slips from its buttonhole.
As the vest flutters to the ground in a whisper of silk, she snaps out of her trance, her chin tilting up the slightest inch before she does the same with her red shirt, pinching the material between two fingers, holding it out, eyes daring me as she lets go. She’s beyond aroused, the rapid rise and fall of her chest as well as the pink blush covering it telling me as much. The black lace demi bra cupping her breasts has me wanting to tear into it where her nipples poke through the spaces in the flower detailing.
She toes off her red Chucks, only breaking eye contact when she bends with a flat back to peel her leggings down her toned legs. There’s nothing overtly sexual about her movements, but the fluidity of them makes it seem like the hottest strip show.
Fuck!
I’d forgotten that she prefers to go commando when she wears leggings, and I bite down on my cheek hard enough to draw blood when I see the evidence of her arousal glistening on the bare lips of her pussy.
Her arms bend, elbows sticking out to the sides as she reaches behind her to undo her bra, giving it the same treatment as her shirt. I’m so mesmerized by the sight that my fingers stop