Page 24 of Every Breath

His words had her so hot and bothered that she thought she would cream her panties right then and there. It was almost as if he knew dirty talk was her weakness. When Damon used to speak to her like that, she was putty in his hands. In that moment, with Mason standing so close to her, his breath warm against her ear, she couldn’t think of one good reason not to give in to temptation.

It would only be sex, right? After lunch with Lisa, she’d realized that she would need to break things off with Rodney, so it wasn’t as though she was doing anything wrong by giving in. It had been so long since anyone made her body feel quite like this, and she had needs, dammit!

Brandi looked up into his piercing green eyes; she could feel herself melting against him. He was so damn sexy. Why did she have to be so fiercely attracted to this man of all people? It was on the tip of her tongue to verbalize some kind of protest when she was cut off with the touch of his finger on her lips.

“Don’t say anything, just feel what you do to me.” He took her hand in his and dragged it down the length of his body, using her fingers to unzip his pants, stopping at his throbbing erection. He was so hard, so big. She gently cupped the bulge in her palm and he let out a soft moan.

“Yes, like that.”

Her hand rubbed and squeezed him. “Turn around,” he commanded.

“Why?” she asked in confusion.

“You’ll see.” The savage gleam in his eyes made her shiver. She did as he asked, wondering what he would do next. Brandi found herself pushed over the counter with his cock grinding against her.

“Oh, God,” she groaned. His hand reached around to grasp her breasts, squeezing them roughly in his palms. Mason kissed the back of her neck and she thought she would go insane with desire.

His hands felt so good against her. The steady movement of his cock against her ass stimulated her from her head to the tip of her toes. “Your breasts are perfect. They fit in my hand as if they were made just for me,” he whispered against her ear.

She could only moan in response. Mason’s hands moved lower to slip under her top. Brandi arched her back against him, aching to feel his hands against her bare breasts. The fingers slowly inched up her ribs until they stopped to rest just below her waiting mounds.

“Please,” she heard a voice whisper.

Was that her crying out helplessly for him to make his caress more intimate? It must have been because as he gently grazed her neck with his teeth, he asked, “Please what, Brandi? Do you want me to touch your tits? I want to touch them, too, but you have to ask nicely.”

“Please touch me there,” she whispered. Why was he torturing her when she needed him so badly?

“Touch you where, Brandi? I want to hear you say the word.” Mason nibbled on her earlobe.

“Touch my breast…tits, please.”

“My pleasure.”

His fingers slid beneath her bra, capturing her hard nipples. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out at the exquisite sensations coursing through her body. He rolled her aching peaks between his fingers. “I love your nipples. I like how they get so stiff for me. You have such a beautiful body. I can’t wait to see every bit of you. Do you know what I did last night as I imagined your body beneath mine?”

“No,” she moaned, wiggling her bottom against his rock-hard cock.

“I rubbed myself while I thought about us. My dick was so fucking hard that I couldn’t sleep. I wrapped my fingers around my cock and imagined that I was sliding between those sexy thighs of yours. In my fantasies you were wet and ready for me, just like you were on Friday and just like you are now. I want to fuck you so badly, darling. Say you’ll let me.” His voice was harsh with desire. It excited her that he was as sexually frustrated as she was.

“Yes. I want you, too.” Maybe if she allowed him to fuck her, she could get him out of her system, just as he suggested.

“When? I don’t know if I can go that long without getting some of that sweet pussy.”

“This weekend. I’ll come by your place.” She found it hard to speak with Mason still playing with her nipples.

“What time?” he demanded, tugging the turgid peaks.

“I…I have to ask my mom if I can drop the kids off first, but I think it will be okay. If she says yes, I can be there by eight.”

“Not a minute later.”

She whimpered when he released her breasts. He turned her around in his arms, bringing his mouth down on hers. Her body was on fire as a tide of passion swept over her.

Her tongue thrust forward to meet his. Mason tasted so hot, so male, and so good. Brandi’s fingers threaded through his hair. She reveled in the rich silky texture of his dark-red locks. He cupped her face to deepen the kiss. Somewhere, deep down inside, she felt as though this was where she belonged.

Mason pulled back, then lifted her up and set her on the counter.

“Mason, what are you doing?” Brandi asked breathlessly.

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