Page 45 of Open Arms

“Deal,” Mason chuckled, giving her a high-five that sent her giggling all the way to the staircase.

The moment the upstairs door clicked shut, the air between us shifted, charged like the sky before a storm. Then, without warning, Mason was crossing the kitchen, his strides purposeful.

“Mason, what?—”

My words were swallowed by the sudden press of his lips against mine, an urgency in his kiss that rooted me to the spot. The world narrowed down to the warmth of his mouth moving over mine, coaxing, demanding, a dance of unspoken needs.

My fingers found their way into the dark silk of his damp hair, tugging him closer as if I could somehow meld into him. His taste was intoxicating, a mix of spices from dinner and the lingering mint of his toothpaste. There was no room for thought, only feeling—the electric connection that sizzled along my nerves, lighting me up from the inside out.

We broke apart, breathless, his gray eyes searching mine in the quiet aftermath. This wasn’t just a brush of attraction; this was a forest fire, wild and consuming. And I was more than ready to burn.

Mason’s arms wrapped around me, strong and sure, lifting me as if I were no more than a feather. My heart hammered in my chest, echoing the thud as he set me onto the cold kitchen counter. His body pressed into mine, heat searing through the thin fabric of my blouse, branding me with an urgency that was almost frightening in its intensity.

“Chlo,” he murmured against my lips, a growl of longing threaded through his voice.

My hands explored the expanse of his back, muscles ripplingbeneath my touch. The world outside this kitchen, outside the circle of his arms, was a distant memory. There was only Mason—his scent, his heat, his raw presence overwhelming every sense.

His hands began to roam, tracing the curve of my waist, igniting sparks everywhere he touched. Fingertips grazed my skin, sending shivers cascading down my spine. I arched into him, a silent plea for more.

“God, Chloe. I need to taste you,” he whispered, his voice husky. Each word dripped with desire, stirring something deep within me—a flame, a hunger, a need I couldn’t name but couldn’t deny. “I meant to come home and talk with you. Tell you how I’ve been feelin’.” He bit my neck, then soothed it with his tongue.

“How’s that going?”

He laughed against my cheek, then kissed down it to nibble on my ear. “It ain’t goin’ to plan, that’s for sure.”

With one hand, he pushed my knees apart and slid his hand up my skirt, pushing my panties to the side without an ounce of restraint. His fingers traced my core, teasing me.

“You’re so wet for me, baby.”

“Please, Mase,” I breathed out, not entirely sure what I was asking for, only knowing I needed him closer, deeper, everywhere.

Mason shifted, and he pulled up a chair and dropped down onto it, lining his face up with my pussy.

He leaned forward, holding the fabric to the side with one hand, and using his other to slip two fingers into me. His tongue shot out and licked a steady rhythm on my clit.

A soft gasp escaped me, and I felt the vibration of his moan. It was like being caught in a sweet, dizzying whirlwind.

“Never felt anything like this,” I confessed, the admission slipping out amidst the chaos.

“Good,” he mumbled against me.

His mouth moved expertly over me, tongue swirling and lips sucking in just the right way to make pleasure surge through every inch of me. My fingers tangled in his dark hair, anchoring myself as the sensations built to a fever pitch.

I was barely aware of the whimpers and gasps spilling from my lips, lost in the intoxication of his touch. The counter edge dug into my ass, but I embraced the delicious contrast of pain and pleasure.

“That’s it baby, let go for me,” Mason murmured, his hot breath against my sensitive flesh sending me reeling. His fingers curled inside me and his tongue flicked over my clit with more urgency.

The tension coiled tighter and tighter until finally it snapped, my orgasm crashing over me in waves of dizzying ecstasy. I whispered his name, my back arching as he continued to lap up every ounce of pleasure.

My breaths came in ragged gasps as I returned to earth, my limbs still trembling from the aftershocks. Mason rose, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh before meeting my dazed eyes.

“You are so fucking beautiful when you come, Chloe.”

I couldn’t respond except for what sounded like a strangled moan.

“You okay?” he asked, though the satisfied smirk playing about his lips told me he already knew the answer.

I managed a weak nod, not quite trusting my voice yet. He chuckled, low and deep, the sound sending an involuntary shiver through me.

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