Page 52 of Rage

The door opens, and Mason walks in with his hair wet, like he just took a shower, changed into a pair of sweatpants and a white shirt.

But my eyes can’t be torn from the front of his sweatpants because something very large is trying to reach its way toward me.

Mason’s eyes lock on to mine, dark and hungry.The air crackles between us, charged with months of pent-up desire.My breath catches as he stalks closer, and the thin fabric of his sweatpants does little to hide his arousal.

“Like what you see, darlin’?”His voice is gravel and sin.

I swallow hard, unable to tear my gaze away from the impressive bulge straining against the soft material.“Mason,” I breathe, my own voice barely a whisper.

He stops inches from me, close enough that his body heat envelops me.The scent of his soap mingles with leather and something uniquely him.My head swims.

“Tell me what you want, Meadow.”His fingers ghost along my jawline, leaving fire in their wake.“Say the word and I’ll stop.But if you want this as bad as I do…”

My heart pounds so hard I swear he must hear it.Desire coils low in my belly, hot and insistent.I meet his gaze, drowning in those dark eyes.

“I want you,” I confess, the words tumbling out.“God, Mason, I’ve wanted you for so long.”

A growl rumbles in his chest, primal and possessive.His lips crash against mine, hot and demanding.I melt into him, arms wrapping around his neck as he pulls me flush against his body.The kiss deepens, tongues tangling as months of longing explode between us.

Mason’s hands roam my body, leaving trails of fire.I arch into his touch, desperate for more.He breaks the kiss, both of us panting.

“Bed,” he demands.“Now.”

He lifts me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist.The impressive length of him presses against my core, drawing a gasp from my lips.We tumble onto the mattress, a tangle of limbs and heated skin.

Mason’s weight settles over me, delicious and overwhelming.His hands slide under my shirt, calloused fingers tracing patterns on my ribs.I shiver, arching into his touch.

“Mason,” I whimper, need clouding my thoughts.“Please.”

He pulls back, eyes dark with desire.“You sure about this, darlin’?Once we start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

The raw honesty in his voice sends another wave of heat through me.

“I’m sure,” I whisper.“I want this.I want you.”

Something flashes in his eyes—relief?Joy?—before he captures my lips in another searing kiss.His hands fumble with the hem of my shirt, breaking the kiss just long enough to pull it over my head.

But there is one secret that I haven’t told him yet, and I need to let it out before we go further.

I reach forward, cupping his jaw in my hand.“I have to tell you something.”My throat feels suddenly thick.

Mason’s hands still on my skin, his touch electric.His eyes search mine, dark and intense.“What is it, darlin’?”

My heart pounds, blood rushing in my ears.The words stick in my throat, choking me.I swallow hard.“I… I’ve never…”

Understanding dawns in his eyes.The raw desire softens, replaced by something tender.“You’re a virgin.”

I nod, unable to meet his gaze.Heat floods my cheeks.“I’m sorry, I should have?—”

“Don’t.”His finger tilts my chin up, forcing me to look at him.The intensity in his eyes steals my breath.“Don’t you dare apologize.Not for this.”

His thumb traces my bottom lip.I shiver.

“You have no idea what this means to me, Meadow.”His voice is low, rough.“That you’d trust me with this… it’s everything.”

Relief crashes over me, followed by a wave of desire so strong it makes me dizzy.“I want it to be you,” I whisper.The words tumble out, unstoppable.“I’ve wanted it to be you for so long.”

A growl rumbles in his chest.Primal.Possessive.“Are you sure?”His voice is strained, barely controlled.“Because if we do this, there’s no going back.You’ll be mine, Meadow.In every way.”

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