Page 49 of Love Me Ever After
I glared at him. Part of me wanted to believe that, but another part thought he was trying to appease me so I would give him the green light to go. “Really? So, I’m a mistake?” I crossed my arms over my chest.
“No, that’s not what I meant, and you know it.” He threw his hands up into the air. “I’m telling you about this now because I don’t know what’s going to happen.”
“You’re going to leave me again. This time for good.” I bit the words out.
“Ems, it’s an interview.” He lowered his tone to a soothing level to combat my harshness. “There’s no knowing whether I’d get the job.”
“But you want to, otherwise you wouldn’t consider it.”
Mason clenched his hands into fists at the side of his body. “If this is how you’re going to react, I’m sorry I even bothered bringing it up.”
“Then why don’t you just go now?” I tried to shut the door in his face, but he was too strong.
“Because I don’t want to leave things like this.” He wrestled his way into the room, stopping inches from my face. “I don’t want you to think any of this was wrong.” Mason reached out and traced a line down my cheek and along my jaw.
In spite of myself, I quivered.
He really did have that effect on me.
Every touch sent me into overdrive.
Some things never changed.
I tried to steel myself and pull away, but I couldn’t.
No matter how angry I was at him right now, I still wanted him.
Stupid, stupid body.
He stepped closer, pulling me flush against him.
“Is this wrong?” he asked, his thumb dragging over my bottom lip. “Or this?” His mouth replaced his thumb, capturing me with a crushing kiss.
I kissed him back hard, wanting to hurt him as much as he had me. His hands gripped my upper arms as I wound mine around his neck, sucking the breath from him.
We moved across the room until the edge of the bed touched the back of my knees and I toppled onto the mattress, Mason on top of me. I hooked a leg around his waist, pulling him closer, arching my hips.
Mason dragged my t-shirt up and over my head, breathing hard as he focused on my cleavage and then plucked my breasts out of my bra. He rolled one of my nipples between his fingers, gaze not leaving mine, deliberately increasing the pressure and I winced slightly, the tip of my tongue running over my lips.
“Fuck, Ems, every time you do that, I want to be deep inside you,” he rasped.
I arched a brow. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He scrambled out of his clothes, and I followed suit, discarding the few remaining items I wore. My eyes slid to his cock, marvelling at how ready he was for me, even after we’d argued. I watched him roll on a condom, his face contorted in concentration. Wanting to taunt him even more, I got onto my hands and knees, glancing over my shoulder. “How could you want to leave this?”
“I don’t,” he growled. Stepping into position, he grabbed my hips, dragging me back towards him to get the right angle before slamming into me.
The anger I’d shown earlier seemed to have fuelled his passion. He thrust in hard and deep, nails digging into my skin, almost as if he wanted to hurt me.
It felt right.
Make up sex was pretty hot.
“Go to New York,” I breathed. “But make sure you come back to me.”
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