Page 39 of I Need You Tonight
“As if you don’t already know.” I settled my hands on his shoulders as his fingers teased my clit. I moaned again as a warmth ignited between my legs.
“Eyes open, Nicole.”
I hadn’t even realized they were closed. I opened them and was met by Mason’s warm brown eyes, sparkling with challenge and lust. His mouth was close enough that if I stretched my head up slightly, I could kiss him. And I really wanted to kiss him.
Mason’s skilled fingers continued stroking me…until the warmth between my legs flared into a white-hot heat. “Oh God!” The heat commenced low in my belly, then quickly radiated outward, turning me into molten liquid.
And forget about keeping my eyes open. My head fell forward against Mason’s shoulder and I dug my fingers into his flesh.
Once the tremors had subsided, I glanced up at the man who knew how to turn me inside out. “Wow.”
The word was barely out before his mouth was on mine and we were kissing. His cock pressed against my stomach, letting me know that it yearned for its turn. I rubbed my body against it, eliciting a groan from Mason.
Pride rushed through me at the effect I was having on him. It made me feel strong and sexy. It made me feel desirable.
It made me want to harness this feeling for the next time I went out with a man. Maybe then my dates wouldn’t end the way they always did, with me unable to get away fast enough.
I paid no attention to the annoying voice that pointed out the guys weren’t the only ones to blame when it came to the dates being duds.
Mason gently turned me around so my back was facing him. “Do you want to stop or keep going?” he asked.
“Keep going.”
“Place your hands against the wall and bend over,” he growled in my ear, and a shiver of desire shimmied through my body.
I parked my hands on the wall opposite the shower and walked them down until my torso was parallel to the tub. Hot water would have rained against my butt, but Mason was standing behind me, blocking it.
I heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper as the steam from the shower hugged me. A moment later, the tip of Mason’s cock teased my entrance, then he slowly pushed himself inside me. He kept going until he was fully seated, filling me in more ways than I’d ever imagined possible.
His finger found my clit and teased it again. I gasped and my body rejoiced. As I came close to falling off the edge once more, he removed the finger from my happy zone and thrust his cock in and out of me.
It didn’t take much work on his side before the softest part of me clenched around his hardness, as if it wasn’t interested in ever letting him leave. And considering how the bathroom’s tile walls amplified my cries of ecstasy, I figured that everyone down the street now knew I’d just come hard. Again.
But if I was loud, that was nothing compared to Mason. As he came apart he let out a guttural noise that would’ve impressed a bull.
Afterward I expected him to pull out of me right away, but he didn’t. Instead, he bent over and rained kisses on my back. “Christ, that was hot,” he said, and no way was I going to argue with that.
His hands gently caressed my body before he finally pulled away. “Don’t go anywhere,” he said, then stepped out of the tub to dispose of the condom.
He returned a moment later, and with his strong hands and a vanilla-scented body wash thoroughly cleaned every part of me.
I couldn’t remember the last time a guy had made me feel this alive and this safe.
