Page 86 of Tame Me

“Did you have a good night?” Mason commanded my attention with his sexy voice.

“I’ve had the best night.”

He wriggled his eyebrows. “It’s not over yet.”

“Thank God.”

He laughed, and it was such a delightful melody that I laughed along with him. My laughter quickly turned to giggles, and as we boarded the tram and rode the three stops to Florida Gardens station, suddenly everything he did was hilarious, and my jaw ached by the time we walked arm and arm up the street toward the Hot Horizon Hotel.

We crossed the lobby, and when Bailey popped his head up, I waved. “Hey, Bailey, how’s the night going?”

“It’s good, thank you.”

It was only when he frowned that I realized my mistake.

Mason cocked his head at me. “So, you’ve been to this hotel a few times?”

Oh, faaark. I needed to shake this fog from my brain, and fast, or there was every chance I’d blow my secret.

The elevator opened, and we stepped in. Mason pressed the button for the first floor, and the second the doors shut, I shoved his back to the wall and provided the perfect distraction.

Our lips mashed together, and when his lips parted, I drove my tongue into his mouth, eager to explore. My hands groped his chest, thumbed his nipples, and traveled down to his groin, seeking out their own pleasure.

We moaned together, bent our knees, and moved our bodies in a way that showed we were already in perfect sync with each other. The doors pinged open, and I jumped onto his hips, planted my lips on his, and he carried me to his room.

He strode along the passage in a fine display of strength and agility. He was a man on a mission, and that mission was me. Yay.

He paused to open the door, and I turned my attention to his ear, sucking the lovely soft lobe into my mouth and pulling back till it snapped from my lips.

I’d never done that before, but it was fun, and I did it over and over till he pushed through the door and into his room. I curled my bag over my neck, dropped it to the floor, and when he backed me up to the wall, I lowered my legs to the floor to stand.

Our kiss was soft yet heated. Our hips crushed together, and the bulge in his pants grew by the second. I glided my hand between us and pushed it into his jeans, eager to feel that beast for myself. It wasn’t easy because his jeans were skin-tight, but I was determined, and soon my hand wrapped around his cock. It was bent over slightly, and when I pulled it upright, Mason squeezed my left boob so hard I thought it would pop.

I tugged my hand from his jeans and fumbled with his button, eager to set him free, but it wouldn’t budge. With my hands on Mason’s pecs, I pushed him backward. “Take your jeans off.”

It was a take-charge command so fitting for Memphis, and Mason didn’t hesitate. In a flash, he had his jeans around his ankles and his shirt off. Every muscle in his body seemed tense. His abs were chiseled and met with those lovely muscles that created a V at his groin. A line of dark hair led from his sexy navel down his belly, drawing my eyes to his enormous erection.

He wrapped his fingers around his cock and pumped it just once as if kick-starting it.

That set my heart on fire. I wanted him inside me . . . now.

I flopped onto the bed. “Take my boots off,” I commanded, raising my right foot toward him.

He wrapped his hand around my ankle and pulled. It was a little game of tug-o-war before he had both boots off. My fake leather leggings were as much of a challenge, and as he pulled and I pushed, I made a mental note never to wear them again. Especially when sex was a possibility.

It seemed like an eternity before I was naked, but the freedom was glorious. When his fabulous blue eyes traveled up my body, the sizzling sensations rippling through me hit another level.

I glided my hands over my flesh, pinched my nipples, and squeezed my boobs, and with his eyes drilling into me, I parted my legs and ran my finger over my clit. The very first touch had me sucking air through my teeth. My body was so sensitive tonight, and for a fleeting second, I wondered if I could thank the marijuana or my sexy toy-boy for that.

Mason moved around to between my legs, and I continued my explorations, gliding my finger over and around my clit. My hips writhed on the bedding, and my knees flipped open and closed as the wild sensations took over.

I set a pattern in motion around my clit and into my throbbing hole, and Mason stepped forward, placed one knee on the bed, and joined in. His fingertips were like flames, licking with heat and intensity, and his musky aroma was as potent as the heady scent of our impending red-hot sex.

My mind was in a groggy haze, but my body was wired. All my senses were alive, and I heard every breath he took as he sucked air through his clenched jaw in rapid succession.

Sex was my drug, and Mason was my pharmacist.

Letting him take over, I leaned back and hooked my hands onto the headboard. He crawled up the bed, and I popped my head up to watch my young man in action. He leaned over me and licked his tongue from nipple to nipple, drawing out my buds until they were so hard they hurt.

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