Page 56 of Boundaries

“What are you going to do, brush me to death?” he drawled out in that sexy smoky voice of his. He looked gorgeous with his eyebrow quirked at me.

I inhaled and lowered the brush. I was frowning again; I’d probably end up with permanent groves there.

“What are you doing here?” I rasped. A flurry of several different emotions all talking over each other.

He was looking at me with unnerving intensity, “I wanted to talk to you about your little stunt.”

I opened my mouth but nothing came out. There was a three-beat silence. His hair was tousled like he had been constantly running his hand through it.

“Oh, that,” I said with a quick smile, an appeasing look I would have called it. It was the one I used on my parents when I knew I was in deep shit.

It didn’t work on Mason.

His smile was mirthless, “Yes, that. You just cost me a couple of hours of sex,” Mason said, pushing off the door, unfolding his arms and taking a step further into the room. My heartbeat increased its pace as I took in his scent. He was all aggressive male, bristling and standing in my room. The bed was looming at the side of us. I had a large white iron bed and a giddy fizz of excitement mingled in with the shock.

“I don’t know what you mean?” I questioned, holding the brush against my chest, thankful that I had underwear on, although the way Mason was looking at me, I was surprised it didn’t fall off.

He dismissed my response with a curl of his lip, “You fucked with my date, Amy.” His voice was rough.

My temper flashed, “You mean your booty call.”

Mason carried on as if I hadn’t spoken, “You, owe me,” he growled.

His words made me flush, “I owe you what? I owe you nothing.” I was both cross and happy to see him, a fucked-up blend I know.

“Getting off was so on the cards tonight and you fucked it up,” the words trickled from his mouth like a sensual caress and he slowly walked toward me. I backed up but the bathroom door had closed and there was nowhere to go. Shit.

He stopped about a foot away, but in touching distance, his eyes roaming over my body and I felt my cheeks heat under that scrutiny. Was he going to touch me again?

“Let’s see how well you take instruction, Amy. Because in all things sexual, I’m in charge.” A flash of heat went up my spine and into every nerve-ending of my body.

My blood was throbbing in my veins in a way it never had before. I couldn’t speak, my tongue was welded to the top of my mouth. He was the alpha male from the books I read, and even though I never thought I’d like it in real life. I so fucking did. He had me in the palm of his hand.

Mason’s eyes hooded and there was still that bewitching curl to his lips. A mouth that had only an hour or so ago been moving so deliciously against mine.

“Drop the towel,” he suddenly ordered and heat flooded between my legs. I held the brush in front of me as a shield, but a second later he grabbed my wrist and pried it from my fingers, throwing it onto my dressing table with a clatter. He still held me and added, “A child of five could have taken that from you.” I almost stopped breathing.

It annoyed me that he called me weak as if he thought I was just going to fall into his arms, but he could think again. I twisted my wrist against his fingers, trying to pull free but he yanked me toward him and I was plastered against his chest. With his other hand, he tilted my chin up so I faced him. He then released me and whipped off my towel before I could stop him.

I was now standing pressed against Mason in my knickers and nothing else. My entire body was on fire. I felt so dainty and feminine next to his large impressively toned body.

“Come over here,” Mason whispered into my upturned face. And that’s when the nerves kicked in. I wanted this to happen. Needed it. Maybe sex would eradicate whatever this thing was between us and a reset button would be pushed. I could then go back to hating him and not see this side of him. My life could go back to normal, to a world where I wasn’t attracted to a McKenna and I could ignore the maelstrom of emotions this boy generated within me.

I took his hand and he moved to stand behind me, placing a kiss on my bare shoulder. He then steered me over to the full-length mirror and looked at me through the reflection. A shyness took hold and I moved to cover my breasts but his hands grabbed both of mine and he pulled them down to my sides.

His eyes flicked up and down my body, “Don’t cover yourself. You’re beautiful, Amy. And I know you’re proud of your body. I remember the way you teased me with it at the beach.”

He was saying all the right things and that nervousness started to fade. Once he felt me relax, our eyes met in the mirror again. He was so strong at my back, pushing against my softness. Sexual sensations licked up my spine where his body touched mine.

I watched as he kissed my neck again, but retained eye contact in the glass. One of his hands then slowly lifted and he placed it against my flat midriff.

His eyes roamed over my breasts in the reflection and he ran his fingertips gently up and down my arms. The excitement I felt was intense.

“So sweet. But before we go any further Amy, I need to hear you say it. Do you want this to happen?”

I didn’t need convincing, I knew what I wanted, “Yes,” I sighed. And with those words, Mason turned me in his arms and brought his mouth down on mine. It was firm but tenderer than it had been before. The night of the fight and at the farm, his kiss was almost savage. This time his lips were coaxing and I fully savoured the taste of his tongue with my own.

Mason continued to kiss me and I moaned and put my arms around his neck. I could feel him walking me back towards the bed and as the backs of my legs hit the mattress, we went down together.

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