Page 106 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
It doesn’t faze him. My legs dangle out the side, I reach with my toe for the step to brace myself and miss, plunging forward. My hands go to Mason’s shoulders to catch myself. In reality, he catches me and my hands just go naturally to his shoulders. But either way, we are here with me pressed between him and the edge of his passenger seat my hands on his shoulders, and him between my legs with his hands on my waist.
Our faces mere inches apart. He’s so close I could almost kiss him.
Tonight, you roar.
I lean in and touch my lips to his. I intend for it to be a small peck as I pull away. But then I lean in again.
And again.
He groans and moves a hand up to the side of my face, holding me in place while he takes over the kiss. And. Oh. My. God. My happy place instantly floods with heat and that somersault-like feeling, my panties dampen. He steps forward and puts a foot on the step, leaning into me. His thigh works its way between my legs, and I rub myself against him shamelessly.
“Mason,” I moan.
His grip on me tightens possessively. I could stay here in his arms forever and want for nothing more. Mason’s tongue dances with mine as though they belong together, our lips in perfect harmony. He moves his mouth to my neck and runs gentle kisses down the side. I feel like I’m slipping into a joy coma, everything else fades away except for Mason and his kisses. All I feel is his mouth, his hands, and . . .
Oh my, is that his penis?
Oh yeah. That’s his penis against my hip. I move to press my center against him.
Oh god, that feels good.
I wrap one leg around his waist to get closer, wanting to feel his hardness against me. He’s the missing piece that completes my sexual puzzle. I lock my legs behind his back, grinding on him.
His breath is heavy, his moans deep. “God, Willow. I’ve dreamed about this. About you. Having you in my arms.” He looks at me, our foreheads touching.
I’m love drunk, I can barely focus, everything in my body is raging, all I want is release.
“It’s so good, Mason. How is it so good?”
“Willow, I want to make you feel good. All the time.”
“Get a room,” I hear someone say from behind us. I immediately drop my legs from around his waist and pull away from Mason. Embarrassed.
Beyond embarrassed even. I close my eyes and drop my head.
“I’m sorry.” Mason brushes my hair from my face and tilts my face up. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get so carried away.”
“It’s my fault. I’m sorry. I’m the one who kissed you.”
“Yeah, but if you hadn’t, I would have kissed you, so either way it was happening. I would not have been able to help myself any longer.” His eyes are like P-Tink’s when she’s been bad, which makes me giggle.
It’s just a kiss, Willow. Lighten up and roar.
“What’s so funny?”
“The look you gave me, reminded me of P-Tink when she’s in trouble.”
He laughs. “I hope that’s a good thing.”
“It is.” I smile and turn my legs into the Jeep, not wanting to tempt myself any further. He shuts my door and jogs around the front to the driver’s side. The ride back to my house is quick. Much faster than the ride to the restaurant. Or at least that’s how it feels.
Next thing I know we are at my front door. I turn to face him. “I had a really great time tonight, thank you so much.”
“Me too,” he says. “Do you think we could do it again sometime?”
I nod. “Definitely.”
He leans in and kisses me on the cheek. “Goodnight, Willow.”
