Page 195 of The Single Dads Club
“Pregnant?” he supplied.
My answering frown implored him in a wordless request not to destroy the mood.
“Duly noted.”
Adding a second finger, he pressed deeper, making me cry out. Damn, the man was skilled, but something gnawed at the back of my brain. I wanted this, I did, it was just that…if we weren’t careful, I could easily see myself losing my head. And what if Iwasn’tpregnant? This is exactly what had gotten me into this pickle in the first place.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I mumbled, pulling back to put several inches of space between us. “This isn’t slow.”
“Fuck.” He scrubbed a hand through his hair. “No, I guess it’s not.”
Mason looked down at my swollen lips, touching me there with his fingertips. “How’s this? No sex. But we both get to come.”
I was nodding before my brain even processed my agreement. “I like how you compromise.” I liked a lot of things about him, I was finding out. But in my heart, I already knew. Because if I didn’t really like him, I wouldn’t want to run away from him every time a new wave of unwelcome emotion flowed over me.
He lifted my calf, planting my foot beside me on the couch so that my legs were open for him. “Don’t move. I want you just like this.” Slipping his fingers past the edge of my panties, he stroked just where I needed him. My entire body clenched and squeezed, wanting so much more, but already dangerously close to falling over the edge.
Mason brought his mouth to mine once again, kissing me deeply while his fingers did very naughty things.
I struggled to get his pants open, fumbling with the button. When he knocked my hands away, I couldn’t help the soft, happy noise that escaped me.
He freed himself, stroking once. The bead of moisture at his tip distracted me in the most wonderful way.
“You going to look at it all night, or are you going to touch me?” he groaned.
Taking my hand in his, he guided it to his cock.
I took him into my hand and stroked gently at first, then harder. He dropped his head back against the couch and allowed me to have my way with him, every now and then letting out a little grunt of approval.
I’d thought that first night he seemed so big only because it had been so long since I’d been with someone—and even longer since I’d wanted someone so much. Now, though? Looking at him again? I knew I’d been wrong. He was thick and long and throbbing for me.
“Need you to touch me,” I moaned.
“Fuck yes.”
His fingers were back at work, and within moments I was writhing beneath his touch.
“Going to come,” I murmured.
“Not yet you’re not.” He slowed his pace, teasing my swollen flesh as I rocked my hips into his touch, vying for more attention. “Together,” he whispered, kissing my lips again. “Grip me a little tighter.”
I obeyed.
“That’s it,” he grunted. “Fuck.”
He was so sexy like this, so masculine. I loved how bossy he was during sex. How vocal.
Still kissing me, Mason returned his attention to my lady bits, making white light spark behind my eyelids.
“I’m so close,” I whispered against the onslaught of his kisses.
“Take your time. I’m in no rush.”
I’d forgotten that about him—his stamina…and a delicious flashback of our night together ripped through my brain.
“Mace…”
“That’s it. Come for me. I’m right behind you.”
