Page 20 of Bidding For Her Curves

Whenever we’re alone it feels like it’s turned up to a thousand.

Mason looks at me, his gaze more intense than ever. Whatever it is between us, it’s on a collision course, I feel it.

Even if I could leave now, which I know I don’t really want to, it would still find a way to pull us together.

Like destiny.

As if in slow motion, I watch him stand, and stalk towards me. I can see by the thick line in the front of his pants that he’s as wound up as I am.

I hear myself gasping, fighting for air. Like I can’t breathe.

My hand goes up, out toward his face and only once his lips are pressed hard against mine does it feel like I’m alive again.

Like I can breathe. Like I’ve finally been pulled from the depths of my so called life that’s been dragging me down since I can remember.

His huge hands pull me closer to him, one on my back, the other cradling my neck as he lifts me up closer to him, pressing me into him.

His huge body fusing with mine, pulling me into every ridge and ripple of his thick, muscular frame as it flexes.

He holds me as if I weigh nothing, and I’m not sure if I actually am floating or if it just feels like it or both.

I’ve never kissed anyone, never been kissed by anyone. And the charge I get from Mason, the thrill inside me is incredible, so much more than just two people pressing their mouths together.

His lips on mine, I appreciate, but my body is instantly screaming for more.

Much more than just a kiss.

Like Mason’s, my own hands have started exploring without me even thinking about it.

I can feel his whole body flexing as he moves, the softness of his silky suit making him feel even better, but I crave his naked flesh on mine.

Before he’s even has a chance to take air in, I grow bolder. My tongue finding its way past his lips as we both start to realize just how much our bodies have been magnetized towards one another since we first met earlier today.

It’s undeniable now. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to, and I don’t.

I can hear a kind of soft whimpering, with a deeper sound underneath and it takes a moment to realize it’s my own body making those sounds, with Mason groaning his own deep satisfaction. At having me in his strong arms at last?

I still can’t believe it, but need to start believing this if I want to really start enjoying myself for once in my life.

“I should have done that the minute I laid eyes on you,” Mason says when we finally pull apart long enough to take in some air.

Staring into his eyes, so close now, I can only nod and make that little whimpering sound again.

Something inside me feels like it’s working its way loose and pressing my hips harder into the bulge at the front of Mason’s pants. And I think I know another place that needs something more than just kissing.

I surprise myself, but only please Mason more when one of my hands finds his thickness at the front of his pants and starts to trace along it with my palm, pressing harder on him with each stroke.

He groans low, and his hand finds my chest, plying one of my thick nipples between his thumb and forefinger through the fabric, sending a lightning bolt of arousal straight to my clit, which feels like it’ll explode if he doesn’t do something about this feeling building up inside me.

With our mouths locked again, I feel myself moving backward as he bends down, guiding me back to the heavy leather couch. I feel the confines of my dress disappearing as he unzips me.

He waits a moment, but I only make another eager sound, fumbling for his zipper in return.

I want this, I have no idea what I’m doing, but I want this more than anything.

“Mason!” I gasp, feeling my whole body start to shiver. His massive, warm hands are everywhere I need them, but it’s only making something else inside feel like it’s about to burst.

Opening my legs wide, I feel like a wild animal, free from her cage for the first time.

Mason’s growl of satisfaction, then his teeth gently biting into my neck send my whole body into overdrive.

I whimper his name again, pleading with him to take command of whatever the hell it is that’s happening to me.

In seconds, I feel my nakedness against his bare chest. He’s opened his shirt and taken my dress off, unhooked my bra, and yanked my panties down.

He’s kneeling between my legs, and I’m writhing on the leather couch, feeling the slickness between my legs coat my thighs.

If he’s the cause of the fever I’ve had all day, he’s also definitely the cure too. I just know it.

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