Page 39 of Anchored Love
Everly
Going Home … Alone
Coming to,I awoke with two firm hands gripping my thighs, spreading my legs apart. “Um...” I breathed out unsure what to say.
“Shh, I’m having my breakfast,” Mason’s husky voice fanned over my clit.
Blinking, I glanced down and found Mason between my legs ready to pay worship to my pussy. I had no idea what time it was. I didn’t care. The moment his tongue swept along my clit I turned to putty under his touch. The man lapped at me like soft ice cream. Fingers thread through his dark silky hair, I jerked his head closer seeking his tongue deeper inside me. Now that was how you woke a girl up.
“Been wanting to do this for years,” he hummed against my clit. I squeezed my thighs against his ears.
“Stop talking.”
He chuckled. “Just for that…” Mason trailed off and pulled away, but I still had my fingers threaded in his hair.
“Don’t you dare stop.” I gave his hair a good tug. A finger hooked inside me in a come here motion. Back bowed, I flexed my hips.
The phone rang from the nightstand, and I pulled a pillow over my face to scream.
“Let it ring,” Mason grumbled.
I shot up. “What time is it?”
“Earlyish. I think. I don’t know.”
I grabbed the phone. “Hello.”
“You need to be packed and ready within the next hour,” my mother warned.
“We will be.” I ended the call and placed the phone back on the receiver. “As much as I’ll regret this, I’ve got to get in the shower. We’ve overslept, and I’m starving.”
“You shower, and I’ll find food.” Mason wiped his mouth on the sheets, and I could see the disappointment behind his eyes. Regret already filled me. But I knew if I didn’t get a move on I’d lay there forever with him, and we had travel arrangements to keep.
It would be a long day, and we both had to be back in the office first thing the following morning.
Mason went into the bathroom, and I heard the sink faucet turn on. My head throbbed, and the last thing I wanted was to leave the warmth of the bed. The night before had been perfect. I only hoped it wouldn’t make things awkward.
I rolled from the soft but dirty sex-scented sheets. I tagged the used rubber from the floor with a tissue and tossed it in a nearby trash can. I looked down to realize I only had my bra on and nothing else. I wrapped a sheet around my waist and dug through my bag for clean underwear to wear for the trip home. Mason exited the bathroom and stopped long enough to press his lips to my forehead. He tugged on a t-shirt and shorts then slipped his black leather sandals on.
“I’ll be back in a few.”
“Thank you.”
“You want coffee?”
“Please.”
He nodded and left. I retreated to the bathroom, eager to get under the hot water and try to rid myself of the nasty tension headache I felt coming on from the tequila and too much sun yesterday.
The hot water rained down on me. I rubbed my muscles, but I knew I needed to hurry. My stuff was scattered all over the room. Mason’s too. I skipped washing my hair. I’d deal with it when I got ready for work Monday morning. The last thing I wanted to think about was returning to the daily grind.
I hurried to towel off and pulled on a pair of comfy leggings and an oversized tee along with my tennis shoes. We’d be leaving the warm weather behind on the east coast. I’d miss the sunshine.
By the time I’d gotten dressed and packed our bags, making sure we left nothing behind and there wasn’t anything to get me flagged by TSA, Mason returned with coffee and breakfast.
“Thank you.” I eagerly accepted the coffee, desperate for caffeine.
“You packed for me?”
