Page 147 of Please Save Me

Mason rolled her eyes, and I took that as an insult. So, I did what any completely rational person would do.

I put the guitar on the floor and pinned her to the bed. At first a squeal of her laughter filled the room. But, after a moment of prolonged eye contact, we both went silent. Her chest softly heaved as we sized each other up.

“Well… are you going to do something to me?”

I shouldn’t. She’s too big and, right now, I’m not coordinated enough. But… Right now it felt like I had been lost in the desert for a week, and she was a cool bottle of water ripe with condensation.

I leaned in close enough for my breath to mingle with hers.

“That depends.” My lips brushed hers as I spoke, and it took every ounce of willpower to not devour her when given the chance. “Are you going to be nice to my wife?”

“Iamyour wife,” she said innocently.

“I know. That’s the point.”

I tried to lift an arm so I could trail a hand down her cheek, but I wobbled too much for my liking and decided to fall to my side instead. But, I did pull her with me.

She pressed her nose to mine. “What’s gotten into you? You’re a mess right now.”

Her fingers brushed against my cheek bone before I pressed my lips to hers. I wanted to deepen the kiss before catching up on the much needed head sessions I’d been missing, but the guilt I’d quietly been denying mounted. I took a moment to breathe her in before pulling away.

“Nothing’s gotten into me, I just love my wife, and I’m always kind of a mess.” My voice was low and gravely.

Concern flashed in her eyes as her touch trailed from my cheek to my chest. “Yeah, but not like this.”

Fear and nausea churned in my chest as I thought about telling her. I needed the help, Ireallydid. But, now just wasn’t the time. I wasn’t overdosing, I was still functioning, all I needed to do was keep it this way until Rosie was here, and then I had to hope Mason would forgive me for this like Sophia and Cam always did.

“I’m fine,” I promised. “I just need you.”

Her eyes softened, but the concern still lingered. “Lucian, if something’s wrong, I need to know. We’re a team, remember?”

If I let this conversation go on any longer, I might tell her the truth. So, I needed to stop it while I had the chance, and I knew exactly how to do it.

I leaned in and captured her lips in a deep, lust-filled kiss. She tensed for a moment before wrapping her arms around my neck, her body melding to mine.

My touch roamed down the side of her body, exploring the curves I knew like the back of my hand. This was the first time in our lives together that I’d ever considered Mason’s bodysoftbut, right now, I couldn’t get enough of her.

I moved lower, showering her in kisses and love nips as I moved from her neck, to her collarbone, and finally I pulled the collar of her shirt down so I’d have access to her breasts. My tongue swirled the sensitive bud as I sucked softly before jolting my head back to make eye contact with her.

“I want you,” I whispered into her skin. “I want you so bad, Mason Castillo.”

Mason’s breath hitched as she threaded her fingers into my hair and pulled me closer. Her touch spurred me on as I continued my journey down.

The first step was peeling off her shirt.

With a mixture of trembling hands and raging desire, my hands slipped up the cotton and over the contours of her body. My breath hitched as I tossed the cotton off to the side, leaving Mason exposed. Something about the sight completely overwhelmed my senses like it never had before.

I needed her. And not in the normalI’m horny and need to get my dick wetway. But more in theIf I don’t claim her as mine now, I might explode.

It was the type of need that didn’t even give me time to get out all the toys and trinkets we normally used.

A low growl reverberated in my chest as I pinned Mason to the mattress, my weight pressing her into the bed, my body a cage around her. My kisses were desperate, a fervent dance of teeth and tongue as they roamed over her skin. I was intoxicated by her scent, her taste, the feel of her soft curves beneath my rough hands. I needed to leave my mark on every inch of her porcelain skin. I needed there to be no doubt about who she belonged to.

“You’re mine.” My voice was rougher than I’d ever heard it before. “Mine.Mine.Mine.”

I spoke into her skin, like if I moved away, Mason would come to her senses and realize how much better she could do.

As I reached her breasts, my bites became harder, leaving rosy indents of my teeth in her skin. She whimpered beneath me, her body starting to shake as her breathing went ragged. Her hands clutched at my shoulders, her nails digging in hard enough for a sharp pain to steal my attention.

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