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There was no denying the surge of need building between my thighs now, and my breath caught as I met his gaze. “I-I don’t know.”
His eyes went dark and his jaw tensed.
“Only one way to find out,” he said.
Chapter Fourteen
Bren
I should have said no.
I will be the first person to admit that, when propositioned by my potential baby daddy, the answer should have been unequivocal and sure.
No.
No thank you.
Not again.
But that answer, of course, didn’t factor in the way he looked at me—the way his blue eyes raked over my skin like he was touching it already, laving it with his tongue and readying me for his thick, hard cock.
I licked my bottom lip, trying to work up the discipline to stop this freight train of lust before it left the station. Still, if I slept with him again, maybe it really would put all my worries to rest. That night could have been amazing simply because it had been so long for me. What could it hurt to put my assumptions to rest? Yeah, right. It could hurtme.
Now, after I’d already been sated by him once, there was no way his body could have the same effect. No, this time would be a tepid bath compared to the hot, steamy whirlpool that the last time had been.
Which meant giving it a try could only be a good thing.
I struggled to breathe in the heavy silence, and then Mason finally spoke.
“Let’s take things slow. We won’t do anything you’re not ready for.”
I nodded. Slow. That was a good idea. And one I could get behind.
He inched closer on the couch, lowering his mouth toward my neck.
“Just want to touch you,” he murmured. His full lips brushed my collarbone, making me shiver.
Trailing soft kisses up my neck, my jawline, Mason finally brought his mouth to mine.
Our lips met in a hungry kiss, our bodies remembering every touch, every breath with perfect clarity.
“No pressure, okay?” Mason whispered, encouragingly against my lips.
I nodded, gripping the back of his neck to draw him in for another kiss.
Soon his hand slid up my thigh, only stopping when he brushed the front of my panties. My knees parted for him on instinct.
He stroked the front of my dampened panties, finding the spot that made me squirm.
“More,” I groaned.
“I knew I liked you,” he chuckled against my mouth.
Slipping his fingers beneath the fabric, Mason penetrated me, slowly.
“You’re not tender, are you?” he whispered.
“Damn it, Mason. Don’t treat me like I’m…”
