Page 32 of Rescued by a SEAL

One large hand cupped her sex, his finger deftly sliding along her slit through the silken material of her pajama shorts.

“Hell you’re wet, sweetheart,” he said appreciatively. “I can feel you even through these sexy little shorts you have on.”

His thick finger trailed over her again, and then he was rubbing her clit through the silken material. Causing her to cry out in pleasure.

His mouth returned to one breast, sucking it into his mouth, and his thick fingers slid under her shorts, parting her silken folds. She was dripping in arousal, her sex swollen with need. Mason wasted no time as she moaned, just slid his fingers up through her folds and expertly circled her clit with one fingertip.

She whimpered beneath him, the touch too soft to do anything but tease her.

To make her want to beg and plead with him for more.

His finger circled faster as he applied more pressure, and then she was arching against him, her cries louder. His tongue flickered mercilessly against her nipple, his hand moving faster and faster over her clit.

Shockwaves of pleasure began to spark within her. Pinpoints of light in an otherwise dark abyss. Every aspect of her existence hinged on his touch. There was nothing else—no one else. Her whole world was Mason.

He lightly bit down on her nipple, rubbing her clit faster, and she screamed, finally falling over the edge of the precipice she’d been balancing on.

Explosions of pure pleasure clouded her vision, and as he expertly continued his ministrations, her orgasm went on and on.

Mason eased her back down from her release, softly rubbing her sex with his hand.

Finally, as she lay panting and sated, he withdrew his hand from her arousal-dampened folds. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, glistening with her juices, he tasted her.

Taylor watched in awe as he grinned, looking like the cat that had just caught the canary.

“You taste so damn good, Taylor. Next time I want you to come on my tongue. I can’t wait to have my mouth all over you.”

He stood up from her bed, adjusting himself in his shorts.

She sat up, pulling the covers up to cover her breasts. “But you—you’re….” She trailed off. Didn’t he want her to reciprocate? Or for them to have sex? He’d given her the most amazing orgasm of her entire life and now was standing up in her bedroom like it was just the start of another day.

“Another time, sweetheart. This was just about you. For you.”

“Mason—oh my God,” she said, closing her eyes.

He chuckled and ducked down for a kiss. “I liked having you come apart in my arms,” he said huskily. The back of his fingers brushed over her flushed cheek. She opened her eyes and gazed up into his bright blue ones.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined that in my mind.”

“You’ve…thought about us?” Heat bloomed within her chest. Goodness knew she’d thought about Mason enough. But just because he’d asked her out didn’t necessarily mean she was always on his mind.

Hearing the words straight from his mouth though—she beamed up at him.

“Hell yes, sweetheart. Many times. And when I woke up hard as a rock with you wrapped around me this morning, I couldn’t imagine anything better. I know you wanted to take things slowly with me, but this morning was pretty damn perfect.”

“God, last night,” she said with a groan, briefly covering her eyes with one hand. She dropped it back down to the sheets as she looked at Mason. “I can’t believe Eric came back here. Again. I mean, if you weren’t here, he probably would’ve just kept pounding on my door.”

Mason nodded, his face grim. “You’re going to have to call the police, Taylor. Start documenting every time he shows up.”

“Yeah. You’re right. It’s starting to get out of hand.”

He scrubbed a hand across his jaw. “I know you’re still without a car. Want to get ready and I’ll take you to the police station?”

“I’ll call and file a report later this morning. I think they can send an officer to me.”

“I meant what I said about getting your car back tomorrow.”

“I know, I just don’t think it’ll be ready.”

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