Page 65 of Without Judgment

“You didn’t?”

I turned around to face him again. “I have a hard time understanding you. You’re kind of hot and cold. And the last thing I want to do is jeopardize your investment money.”

“How about we not worry about that tonight? I’m off the clock.”

His hands running down to grip my ass weren’t helping my ability to say no. My body was already melting into him. “I don’t want you waking up tomorrow and have you pissed off we slept together.” With the way his moods went, I could see it.

He smirked. “I’ve been fighting this for too long. And so have you. Right now, I can think of nothing else but sinking deep inside of you. You’re like a drug, and I need a hit.”

That was the worst metaphor ever. Everyone knew drugs were bad for you. “The last thing I want is to be a drug with side effects come morning.” I changed my voice into one imitating an announcer. “After sex with Avery, self-loathing and regret can occur in the mornings. May result in bouts of grumpiness and lashing out. See a doctor for any regrets lasting more than four hours.”

He started laughing before framing my face with his hands. “Come tomorrow, I’ll be too busy finding new ways to fuck you to be engaged in any regrets. I’m going into this with eyes wide open, so long as you are, too.”

It took me a moment to understand him since I was still stuck on what we’d be doing tomorrow. “What do you mean, as long as I am, too?”

“This is only for the few days we’re here. It’s all I can give you. In a week’s time, I’ll be going back to Austin.”

What he didn’t say was that I’d be returning to my father’s house. No, thank you. I’d be starting over. I didn’t know where, but I absolutely meant my next words. “I definitely don’t want a relationship when I’m finally taking control of my life. I’m aware of what this is.”

He dipped his head, peppering my neck with kisses. “What is it?”

It was my turn to smirk. “You hopefully about to prove you’re as skilled with your fingers awake as you were when you were half asleep.”

He smiled before taking my lips. How ironic that with all the sexual history between us, this was the first time he actually kissed me. His lips were soft. Teasing, tasting, exploring. I put my arms around his neck, pulling him in deeper while pushing my body against his. His tongue danced with mine, slowly at first, but picking up the pace as we both seemed to unleash our pent-up frustration.

But much to my amazement, he broke away and chose to turn me over, my back to his front, pinning me to his chest. His hand trailed down inside the elastic of my PJ bottoms, hovering right before he reached my center. “You’ve been dreaming about my fingers?”

“Yes.” It had been the single most arousing moment of my limited sexual experience.

His fingers ghosted over the wet material of my panties. “Did you touch yourself after? Wishing it was me?”

I practically mewled, clenching my legs together with a need I couldn’t explain. “It never works if I do it.”

Then because I felt emboldened, I asked, “Did you touch yourself while thinking about it?”

“Yes. On too many occasions to count. Give me your hand.” He didn’t wait, searching out my fingers and entwining them with his own before heading south.

“Mason,” I gasped when he didn’t stop until he’d slipped our joined hands under my panties and straight into my heat.

His impressive erection reacted, growing harder behind me. “Fuck, you’re already wet.”

Taking my fingers with his, he parted me, running the length of my slit, then over my most sensitive spot, making me shudder.

“You ever had your fingers inside of yourself before?”

“No.”

He scooted me up, allowing me access along with him, penetrating me slowly. “Does it turn you on to do it with me?”

“Yes.” I could hardly believe it was my voice panting out the word.

His fingers moved with mine, in and out slowly. “You have no idea how incredibly sexy you are. One day you’ll lie on the bed and touch yourself for me while I watch you come apart.”

I shivered at the thought and then caught my breath when he moved my fingers around my clit. Though he was slow at first, he picked up the tempo until my body began to shake. I went taut as my climax crashed over me. Before I could recover my senses, he was moving. Throwing the blankets off, he scooted down to make quick work out of sliding off both my bottoms and my thong.

My heart rate tripled when he paused, kneeling before me while he simply stared, illuminated in the moonlight. “Lose the shirt, princess.”

In his husky voice, my nickname became foreplay. I did as he asked, leaving me completely naked before him.

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