Page 15 of Forbidden Cravings

Irubbed the sleep from my eyes, staring at the ceiling. Mason was on my mind, just as he’d been when I finally drifted off the night before. That man had become a craving I couldn’t quit, no matter how hard I tried. Rolling over, I peeked at my watch. It was late, and I cursed myself, knowing Mason had probably left for the day.

I stretched and made my way to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth, I wandered from the room, heading down the hall to check on Riley. I still had my nightgown on, but since I figured Mason had left and his men rarely came into the house, remaining on guard on the perimeters, I didn’t care that it was silky and barely covered my ass, the thin straps always slipping. The only reason it stayed up when they did was because my breasts held it up. I’d debated getting a new one, but I liked the way the material laid against my skin, so light that it was barely noticeable.

Knocking on Riley’s door, I peeked in to see her still sleeping. It wasn’t surprising. She’d always been a late sleeper. I debated waking her, but knowing what she’d been through, I let her sleep, making my way down the hall. I padded into the kitchen, my bare feet cold on the wood floors. Yawning, I stretched myarms before running my hands through my curls. The sound of glass cracking pulled my eyes from the window, and I turned to see Mason at the counter, his eyes wide and hungry.

Shit, I hadn’t expected him to be there, or I would have dressed. He took me in, his gaze ravenous as it drifted down my body. The handle of his coffee cup had fractured before he’d dropped it on the counter, coffee dripping from the edge. He gave it no notice, still devouring me with his intense stare.

“What are you wearing?” His voice was so hoarse it almost hurt to hear it.

“I…I didn’t think you’d be here. It’s late and…I…” I let the excuses go, my heart racing as he stepped closer, then reached out and slammed my body into his.

“You need to take this off.” This time his voice was commanding, weaving its way deep into my body and owning every part.

“Now?” I asked, bringing my hand to my strap and letting it fall. Why did I keep tormenting him like this? I knew better, but, for some reason, I couldn’t stop myself. Like I needed to see how far I could take this before I broke him. And that wasn’t something I should have wanted, to force his hand and encourage him to go against my brother. But I wanted him to take the chance, to risk Tyson’s ire. It was selfish, but in the moment, my concern over it always fled.

“Fuck,” he grumbled, his hold on my waist tightening. “No, not here.”

“Where?”

He hardened his eyes, his jaw tense. “In your room, Casey. Where the fuck else would you change?”

I leaned into him, and his fingers spread over my lower back. The heartbeat below his shirt grew rapid. The pressure of his hand raised further up my waist, and I inhaled, the anticipation of his touch making my knees weak.

“Casey,” he mumbled, his head dropping close to mine. His thumb caressed below my breast, the feel of it flooding me with heat.

“Mason,” I returned, my mind too rattled to think, my body too in flames.

His other hand wrapped around my waist, sliding to my ass, and he pulled me into his hardness. My mouth parted to release a small cry. I was afraid to move, remaining in his arms and waiting for his next move, but as his thumb brushed across my nipple, I raised my hands to his chest, running them up his firm muscles before tugging him closer. I wanted to feel his lips against mine, just as I had the night before. The memory of it remained burned in my mind.

But he stopped touching me, grabbing my wrists and turning me, sending my back smashing into his chest. The air fled my lungs with the impact and as his firmness thrust against me, I tipped my head back to his chest. He squeezed my wrists together, moving them both to one hand, and dropped his mouth to my ear. His other hand ran the length of my body, lifting my nightie and encasing my breast.

“Take me, Mason,” I moaned, the torment of that touch setting my body ablaze.

“I can’t, Casey.” But his thumb brushed over my nipple, this time with no material to block his touch. I whined, knowing what was coming. Knowing this was just a taste of what he could bring me.

“But you are,” I argued. “You’re touching me and if you don’t stop, I’m going to come right here.” He already had me so wet, I doubted I could walk without leaving a trail.

“Will you come for me, Casey?”

The sensation those words caused in me was one that fluttered from my head to my toes, then back up and into my clit. I released a whimper, his dick twitching at the sound of it.

“Every time,” I said, pushing back into it. I wanted it so badly there was an ache that had settled between my legs, one that hadn’t left since the first day I’d seen him.

He dropped his head to my shoulder, his hand lowering in a slow, deliberate caress down my body until he released my wrists and stepped back from me. I teetered, catching my balance and exhaling with the heaviness that now sat in my heart.

“Get some clothes on, Casey.” His voice held such sadness that it wounded me to hear it. Turning to him, I could see the struggle there, the desire to go further but the loyalty to my brother forbidding him.

“Why are you doing this? Why touch me if you won’t?—”

“Because I can’t resist you. I want you so desperately it aches. I told you what I wanted to do to you and that craving won’t cease. But you’re forbidden. A forbidden craving I can’t indulge. Now get your fucking clothes on before I sling you over my shoulder and throw you in your room.”

He turned from me, walking out of the room and leaving me with a guilt that sat too heavy on my shoulders. I’d done nothing wrong. I hadn’t expected him to be there, hadn’t thought it was a possibility. Damn if I was going to take the blame for this.

I ran after him, grabbing his arm. He spun to me, his gaze penetrating with the darkness behind them. I stepped back, but he reached out and grasped me by the neck, yanking me close.

“What did I tell you?” he growled.

The anger in his tone left me flustered, but I shook it off. “You’re not blaming me for this, Mason. I did nothing wrong.”

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