Page 34 of Forbidden Cravings

“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you come for me, Case.”

He freed his fingers, letting me go, and I glanced over at him, trying to keep myself balanced. His eyes were dark as he broughthis fingers to his mouth and licked each one clean. “And you taste like heaven.”

Butterflies tickled my stomach, growing to a massive stir of wings when he stepped to me and wound his hand around the back of my neck, pulling my face to his.

“I wish you hadn’t worn this skimpy dress,” he mumbled, nipping at my lip.

“It’s the style in Armina.”

“It’s too cold here, and too tempting for me to avoid fucking you one last time.” His words held a softness to them that lessened the forcefulness he’d intended them to hold. He wanted his hard exterior back, but it had teetered with me, disappearing one too many times, and so I heard the desperation that underlined those words. The one that told me that panicked sensation in me that was screaming for me not to leave was screaming for him not to let me go. Our one night had never been just a one-night stand. We were both too invested, the emotion too entwined with the desire.

His eyes searched mine, and I kissed him, needing him to leave his touch on me permanently. Needing him to claim me one last time before circumstance forced us apart. I pawed at his back as he wrapped his arms around me, grasping my ass and lifting me. The wall hit my back when he slammed me into it, but his kisses didn’t give me time to react. They were so needy that it broke me. I didn’t want to leave, and the pain in my chest told me why. He pushed my panties aside and entered me, hitting me so deep that I cried out against his mouth. Our moves were laced with emotion that neither of us could admit. Each thrust was a desperate attempt to hold on for just a few more minutes, every moan mingled with the sense of impending loss that hung over us. His strokes were long and forceful, calling to the climax that was building again in me and as he came, it flooded through me, meeting his with an intensity that left me riven.

Mason dropped his head to my shoulder, pushing his pelvis into mine once more as the remains of his release filled me.

“Don’t let me go,” I whispered, knowing those words were more than a simple plea to hold me longer.

We remained entangled until I let my head fall back against the wall, knowing he could fulfill my plea no more than I could let him. We both had separate lives, and I wasn’t ready to give mine up. There was also Tyson to contend with, and neither of us was ready to confront that situation.

I let my legs slide down his body, and his hands released my ass. He tucked himself away, then fixed my skirt in a sweet move that only increased that ache in my chest. Sweeping a curl from my cheek, his emerald eyes stared intently at me, emotion behind them that matched my own but would remain unspoken. The gentle look morphed, his eyes hardening, that mischievous glint returning to them.

I leaned over and gave him another kiss, then walked toward the bathroom to clean up. Discomfort flared through my wrist as he caught it and turned me back to him, sending my body crashing into his.

“Don’t even think about cleaning that out of you.” The pinch he gave my ass would have made me jump had he not shoved my body into his dick, which twitched as it slowly came back to life. “My cum stays there. I want it leaking out of you the entire flight home, so you remember who owns this body.” My breath caught at the possessiveness of his words. “I want it sticking to your thighs the rest of the day, marking you for any man who even dares look at you.”

“And you think they’ll know your cum is on my thighs?”

“Damn right they will.” He gave me a lopsided grin, and I took his face in my hands. I wanted to tell him why my chest was hurting so badly, but I knew I couldn’t. It would only break him more.

“I’ll let it mark me and leave it there so when I finger myself to thoughts of you tonight, it’ll remind me of you thrusting into me each time I plunge my fingers further.”

“Fuck, that’s an image that won’t be leaving my mind all day. Maybe you can send me some pictures of that.”

Shaking my head, I kissed him once more. His hands encircled my waist and pulled me so tight against him I thought my bones would snap.

“It’s time to let me go, Mason.”

He touched his forehead to mine and released me. Losing his touch was a sensation I would never forget and as he picked up my suitcase and opened the door, gesturing for me to move, I realized just how lost I was to him. So lost, I didn’t think I could ever find my way back.

Chapter Eleven

MASON

My eyes trailed Casey as she walked down the hall, the swish of her ass in the short dress threatening to make me hard again. It also tempted me to force her back to the room to change into something less revealing. There was no way any man could avoid taking in those curvy legs, legs that were too bare for Treemont this time of year. I didn’t know if she was doing it to torment me one more time or if she was just that ready to return to the sunny weather of Armina. I was hoping it wasn’t the latter.

My night with her had led to a morning filled with her body and her cries. One night hadn’t been enough, just like I’d suspected, and now my craving for her had transformed to a burning hunger I couldn’t satiate no matter how many times I’d taken her. And with that endless need came something I was having a hard time grasping,

While she’d been getting ready, I’d called Breck to have the plane prepped and a car outside for her. That had been just before Tyson’s call, the one that had left a pang of guilt thriving in my gut the entire time I’d talked to him.

Dropping Casey’s suitcase next to the door along with her purse, I noticed Riley standing in the doorway to the main room, her arms crossed.

“Took you two long enough,” she teased.

Casey blushed, a look that only enhanced her beauty. Her hazel eyes sparkled in the light that flooded in from the windows.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,” Riley said. “But I wouldn’t wait too long to tell Tyson. It’ll only make it worse.”

“It was one night,” I said, trying to ignore the way Casey’s smile deflated.

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