Page 59 of The Artist
“I don’t like it when you’re angry with me.”
“Then stop telling people you like Jonah. That was fucking rude.”
“Okay. Next time the subject comes up, I’ll tell them that if marriage was an option for me, I’d want to marry you. How about that?”
“I’m not asking you to lie,” he said with his brow furrowed again.
I had to break eye contact with him and revert to the strategy of distraction that I’d perfected since I was fourteen and realized I was crushing on Mason. “Did you want to have sex or not?”
My distraction worked and made him widen his eyes in surprise. “But I thought…”
“You were the one who wanted to have sex, Mason. Did you change your mind?” I kept my tone as level and unemotional as I could.
His hand tore through his hair. “Yeah, I want to have sex, but not if you don’t.”
“It’s fine with me. Yesterday was…” My heart brought up words that I couldn’t possibly say so I toned it down by a thousand percent and went with “nice.”
“Nice. Hmm.”
“If you want to do it again, we can.” It was a wonder that the speed of my racing heart didn’t affect my voice enough for him to notice.
Mason looked thoughtful but his gaze lowered to my lips.
I had never been interested in sex at home because no one aroused me. How could they when I compared them to a giant with soulful blue eyes and vibrant red hair who lived across the world? In a few days I would be back to working with babies and my time with Mason in the Northlands would become nothing but memories that I’d cherish.
It was likely that I’d never get a chance to sleep with him again. By next summer, he could be married.
Lowering the duvet, I pulled off the tank top I had on and let it drop to the floor.
With Mason’s gaze glued to my breasts, his Adam’s apple bobbed twice and then he reached out to touch me. My nipples were already hard but the way he looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen made my stomach flip. The sudden tickle I felt running up and down my spine made me suck in a breath.
His gaze lifted to meet mine. “What is it?”
Placing a hand on my belly, I shook my head. “It’s nothing. Everything is fine.”
“Did I squeeze your nipple too hard?”
“No.”
Mason pushed the cover off me and kissed my body all the way down between my legs.
My fingers weaved into his thick hair and I spread my legs wider, watching Mason eat me like I was a delicious dessert.
“Oh,oui, Mason,” I breathed before pressing my lips together to stay quiet.
He groaned and licked with wide slow movements that made my legs shake.
“Relax.” His hand pressed at my hip and for a moment our gazes met. “Don’t think, Belle. Just relax.”
I wasn’t thinking. I couldn’t think.
All I could do was experience the sensations of what felt like a thousand nerve cells doing a happy dance.
Mason was patient and kept finding new ways to tease my little knob until my eyes rolled back and I felt like screaming.
“Mason… yes, ohhh,oui, oui.” A mix of English and French spilled out of me as my fingers tightened my hold on his hair and my body arched.
He kept licking me with a relentless appetite. When it became too much for me and I tried to move away, he hooked his arms around my thighs and pulled me back in place.
