Page 8 of Grateful for You
He nodded. “Okay… as long as you’re all right.”
All right? Hell, I was better than all right. I just discovered I had a sex drive again… for the first time in months, I had an orgasm, and it was his face in my thoughts as it happened.
My breasts tingled, peaking into sensitive points. I wanted him. I wanted Mason inside of me, not just in fantasy, but in reality. Just like the bubble bath, I’d been deprived of indulgences for way too long. Not anymore. I just had to find a way to let it be known that I wanted him. It had been years since I hit on a man—even when I was younger, I was never good at being the cat in a relationship. I was the mouse… the one chased.
Mason cleared his throat and took a step back. “Okay, then. Get some rest, Pum—uh, Piper.”
“You too, Mason. Thank—”
I didn’t get a chance to finish my “thank you” because Athena rushed out the door to greet Mason, bumping into me and knocking the towel free from my hand.
“Athena, no!” I squealed as the towel fell in a pool around my ankles.
Well… I guess that was one way to initiate.
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Mason
Iblinked my eyes, taking in the scene before me. Piper was naked… completely and utterly naked. My eyes swept across her full lips, dilated eyes, and heaving chest that IswearI did not steal a peek at other than my first initial glance.
“Uh…” I tried to speak. To think. But my brain was growing increasingly fuzzy as the blood drained from my head to my dick. I bent to pick up the towel—an obvious mistake. As I knelt, my face landed directly in front of the bare v between her legs. She was smooth and pink and swollen and, fuck me, I wanted more than anything to bury my face between her thighs. I inhaled a sharp breath, and her scent hit me—the single most intoxicatingly arousing scent I’d ever experienced.
And yet, even after her initial shocked squeal… she wasn’t covering herself. She wasn’t rushing to hide on the other side of the door. Her breath was heavy, uneven, causing her large breasts to bounce.
I cleared my throat and handed her the towel, doing my best to avert my eyes… and failing terribly.
She took the towel slowly from me as I stood, her hand brushing mine slowly. “Thank you,” she whispered, smiling at me.
Her hand lingered on mine, and I couldn’t help but notice her velvet-soft skin and wonder if it was damp due to her recent bath or…or something else entirely.
With a slap of skin, she snapped her thighs together and pressed the towel against the front of her body.
I quickly spun around, facing the wall. “I-I’m so sorry. I’ll um, I’ll give you privacy.”Shit.I had a woman in my house—clearly hurt—suffering from some sort of trauma or abuse, and I completely barreled through her boundaries, staring at her bare body like a horny teenager.
This was horrible. I was a monster.
I heard a rustling sound behind me, and I could only assume she was covering herself up once more. I needed to get out of here… not just this hallway in front of her bedroom, but the house. Hell, she could fucking have the house now if she wanted.
“Mason,” she said.
“I’ll, um, leave… head to the bar for a couple beers to give you some privacy in the house.”
“Mason,” she said again. “You’re not leaving your own home. It’s okay. It was an accident. That stupid dog….”
“It’s really not.” There was a sobering truth to that. It wasn’t okay that I stood there staring at her naked body. I should have turned around, given her privacy immediately. “I-I’m supposed to meet someone anyway. At the bar.”
Well, that was a total lie. I didn’t even know if any bars were open the night before Thanksgiving here in Maple Grove.
“You’re supposed to meet someone at a bar… the night before Thanksgiving?” I could hear the exasperation in her voice as I edged my way back down the hall toward the stairs.
“That’s right,” I said. “So, um, make yourself at home—”
“That’s what you said before.”
I groaned and dropped my head against the wall.
“Mason.” My name from her was a throaty purr, and after the quick glimpse I’d had of her body, I couldn’t stop picturing her smooth skin and dusty pink nipples, imagining what she’d look like writhing beneath me… moaning my name. “Look at me… I’m dressed now. I dressed while you were turned around.”
