Page 46 of I Need You Tonight
Less than thirty seconds later, I had achieved exactly that, but I did have Mason to thank for it. It would seem that I wasn’t the only one eager for our last night together.
I slipped my dress over my head. Before I could stretch my arms back to unhook my bra, his arms encircled me. A moment later my bra was dangling from his talented fingers.
“I’m impressed,” I said as he dropped the bra onto the floor. “You’re like the Houdini of bras.”
He chuckled deeply. “Never been called that before.”
“No one might have said it, but they were certainly thinking it.”
He gave my breasts a light squeeze and skimmed his thumbs against my now perky nipples.
A moan slipped from between my lips. I couldn’t help it. It was just as well we weren’t going to have sex while on tour. When it came to Mason, there was no way the guys wouldn’t know what we were up to. I was that noisy—not that he was much better.
And just to prove it, when he finally plunged into me several minutes later, the room echoed with our panting breaths, our moans, our not-so-whispered “Oh God” and “Christ, I want to fuck you hard, Nicole.” Thank God I wasn’t a screamer, or else the entire L.A. police department would’ve been banging at the door.
Once we were finished, with me sated and limp, Mason disposed of the condom, then rejoined me in bed. He cuddled me as we lay there, my head on his chest, listening to the steadythump thump thumpof his heart.
The only reason I knew he wasn’t asleep was because his fingers were gently stroking my arm. I closed my eyes, drowsiness lapping over me.
“Have you ever been in love?” Mason asked after a few minutes, startling me. Of all the questions he could’ve asked, that was one I certainly had not been expecting.
I peered up at him, trying to figure out where this had come from. “I had a boyfriend in college. At the time I thought I was in love with him. He graduated a year before me and had a job offer in San Francisco that was too great to turn down. We tried doing the long-distance thing, but it didn’t last long.”
“What happened?”
“I guess in the end what I’d believed was love wasn’t. I cared about him, but I didn’t experience an ache in my heart from being away from him like I thought I would. Yes, we talked on the phone and we Skyped, but when he forgot to contact me because he was busy, it didn’t bother me. And I’d also forget to contact him. In the end, we realized we were really nothing more than friends and broke up. What about you? Have you ever been in love?”
“Yes, and she broke my heart.” For a second his face was a study in pain, but then both sides of his mouth twitched up.
“So what was her name?” I asked, figuring he wasn’t as heartbroken as he claimed.
“Meggie Smith. She was nine, I was eight.”
I spluttered a laugh. “Ooh, so you prefer older women! So, no other broken hearts after that?”
“Nope. None at all. I’d learned my lesson and wasn’t going to risk my heart again.”
Despite the humor in his tone, I pushed myself up on my elbows to get a better look at him. Along with humor, there had been something else in his voice.
But whatever it was wasn’t on his face. I shifted over him and skimmed my mouth over his.
Which progressed to heavy kissing.
Which resulted in another round of sex.
