Page 50 of Anchored Love
“Please,” I whispered into his mouth, going in for one more kiss.
He broke away first. “I have one question, babe.”
“What’s that?”
“Your place or mine?”
“Ha. Feeling cocky?”
He threaded his fingers through mine, pulling me outside onto the sidewalk and pressing me up against the side of the building for one more kiss. “I’ve gone a week without you next to me at night. Babe, that’s one night too many.”
“Mason…” I started, but he cut me off.
“Don’t give me no lip, Ev. You and me are a done deal. Not going to plead my case. This is it. You and me. I know what I want. I want you.”
“You have me.”
“Good. Now as I said. Your place or mine?”
“Mine. I have my dog to let out.”
“Glad that’s settled.” He grinned, tugging me in a hurry toward his car.
The minute we arrived at my place, Mason was on me. I could hardly get us through the door. Mooch, however, had other plans. Yap. Yap. He rocked on his paws and pranced at our feet, demanding we acknowledge his presence.
“Why don’t you get yourself a beer while I let this guy out then get him locked up in his crate for the night.”
“Sounds good.” Mason pecked me on the cheek and strutted toward the kitchen like he was the damn cock of the walk, but he kind of was.
I let my fur baby out in the backyard, flipping the outside light on so I could keep an eye on him. A fence surrounded the property, but I hated letting him out late at night. I got him back in and locked in his crate. Luckily, he didn’t give me much trouble this time.
Mason sat on the couch, an arm draped over the back, beer in one hand. Sexy. Downright sexy.
“Hi,” I whispered, sinking onto the cushion next to him. Kicking my heels off, I curled into his side and inhaled him deep.
“Hmm … where were we?” He placed his beer on a coaster on the end table and made his move. “I’ve missed you, Everly,” he confessed to my delight.
“Yeah, I’ve missed you too.” I gazed into his eyes, getting lost in the depths of his dark pools that held raw hunger and pure passion in them. An intensity I never felt before burned in my veins. A need so deep for this man flowed through me. A hunger like no other. I wanted to be consumed by Mason Jones. There was nothing I craved more than to belong to him in this moment. Hand curling around the back of my neck, he held me where he wanted me. His smooth fingers skipped up my thigh closer to the heart of my desire.
Flicking his finger over the crotch of my panties, he growled into my mouth, “You’re already soaked for me.” Kisses peppered down my neck as he continued to tease me between my legs. “Whatta ya say we continue this in your room, yeah?” He fingered one of the straps of my dress.
“I say take me to bed.”
Mason went to his feet, pulling me to mine in the process. “You aren’t going to need this.” Unzipping my dress, he shoved the straps down my arms. His thumb pressed into my spine, and I quivered.
I tugged on his sweater wanting it off as my dress dropped to the floor and pooled at my feet.
We kissed, groped, and stripped our way down the hallway to my bedroom. The last time we did this, we had both been drinking, but this time neither one of us were drunk.
Mason nudged me playfully on the shoulder, shoving me onto the mattress. Down on his knees, he nestled between my thighs. “Now I have you back where we left things off on the ship. This time, babe, I’m taking my time. No interruptions.” Every single time he called me babe my heart fluttered and pitter pattered. Something about him calling me the pet name made me feel all giddy inside.
Warm and whispery, his breath fanned over my skin as he leaned toward my pussy. Hooking his thumbs under the waistline of my panties, he wasted no time jerking them down my thighs, and I kicked the black silk off my ankles.
