Page 66 of I Need You Tonight
While moving my body in time to the ballad in my head, I removed my T-shirt without ruining (too much) the effect I was going for. Bonus seduction points for me.
If I’d thought Mason’s eyes were lustful before, that was nothing compared to now. And I still had my jeans to go. I slowly undid the button, my hips swaying to the beat in my head. Then I ran my fingers along my hips and my waist and up my ribs, briefly cupping my breasts. Mason’s heated gaze turned my panties wet, which was nothing new. Judging from the bulge straining against the zipper of his jeans, my strip show was turning him on as much as it was me.
My hands continued their upward journey, ending in my hair, which I pulled back into a messy ponytail. With my hips still swaying and my hands in my hair, I lowered myself until my butt was only inches from the ground…and, surprisingly, I did it without landing on my ass. If Heidi’s and my business didn’t take off after the renovations the way we hoped, I could always become a stripper.Or not.
Releasing my hair, I straightened up and traced my fingertips down my body and the see-through baby doll.
“You know you’re killing me, right?” Mason said, his voice thick and sexy. He swallowed. Hard.
I winked again.
He groaned, and it took everything inside me to keep from giggling.
With the same teasing slowness as before, I unzipped my jeans and shimmied them down my legs. I had barely stepped out of them before Mason’s hands were all over me, his self-restraint finally lost.
The kisses started out hungry…for both of us. But then they dissolved into something that was more tender yet at the same time consumed me to the core and almost melted me on the spot.
Mason pulled away ever so slightly, and my lips immediately missed him. But there was also something else of his I was missing. “Hardly seems fair,” I said, “that you’re dressed and I’m wearing nothing but this.” I gestured to my body, then bunched the fabric of his T-shirt in my hands and pushed it up, exposing those fine abs I hadn’t seen in a while.
He got the hint and hastily removed the T-shirt. I reached for the button at his waistband and slipped it through the opening. My hand might have accidentally-on-purpose brushed against his hard length. The resultant growl deep in his throat almost had me coming. Oh, who was I kidding? I was pretty close to falling apart at his feet. He really wasn’t playing fair…but then neither was I.
I unzipped his jeans, but unlike when I’d undone mine, there was nothing slow and deliberate about it. I craved to touch him—now.
Mason didn’t wait for me to help him with the rest of his clothing. He yanked it off in one efficient move. He then stroked his warm hands over my body, as if worshipping me. Each and every nerve buzzed with the need to love him, and for him to love me in return.
He reached behind me and his nimble fingers unhooked my baby-doll top. The bra and mesh slipped forward, aided by Mason sliding the thin straps down my arms. His hands gently cupped my breasts, then his thumbs traced circles around my nipples. I arched back, pressing the full globes into his palms.
He ran his lips against my jaw. “I don’t want to fuck you, Nicole.” My legs quivered at his husky, sex-starved voice. “I want to take my time and make love to you.” I gasped softly at his words. “But first I want to taste you and make you come hard against my mouth.”
I barely heard the second part, my fuzzy brain still stuck on his earlier words. But I didn’t have time to further question what he meant—my body was more interested in the part about the promised orgasm.
Mason kissed me again as he guided me backward onto the bed. I sat down, then lay back with Mason still kissing me. His hot, naked body pressed down on mine.
Before I could wrap my arms around him to keep him from leaving, he pulled away and peeled my lacy panties down my legs. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders, revealing my aching core.
It had been only nine weeks since the last time Mason had touched me this way, but it felt like it had been forever. I’d experienced sexual droughts lasting much longer, but this time it seemed different.
His tongue lashed against my happy place. It couldn’t have been more thrilled that now the drought was over. And because of that, it didn’t take long before the warmth in my lower belly became all-consuming. A wave of euphoria rushed through me, taking me over the edge. I arched my back and released a cross between Mason’s name and a moan. I really hoped Kirk wasn’t in his room next door. Or, if he was, that he had no idea it was me serenading him with the loud, erotic noises.
I drifted back to earth and smiled drowsily at Mason. He sat down on the bed and opened the nightstand drawer, then removed a box of condoms and pulled out a foil package.
“You have condoms?” I said, stating the obvious.
“After spending last night alone in bed, I was hoping I could convince you to stay with me. That’s the only reason I have them. Like I said before, I want to make love to you, Nicole. You and only you.” He gave me a small, hopeful smile.
And I nodded. Nodded because I longed to make love to him. Nodded because I loved him and only him. Nodded because I had lost all ability to speak after what he had just said.
He rolled the condom along his length, then leaned down and kissed me. Like the earlier ones, the kiss was tender and filled with love. I shifted my body to straddle his hips and lower myself onto his thick length.
With our gazes locked, I moved my hips slowly, taking him in deep. The heat in his eyes told me he was more than happy with this pace, with this level of intimacy.
We stayed like this, the buildup to the apex a slow burn. When the softest part of me eventually clenched around him, the climax was more intense than I ever remembered it being. After Mason, no other man would ever come close to satisfying me the way he did.
Remaining inside me, Mason flipped me onto my back and thrust deep, again and again and again, until he joined me in an earth-shattering orgasm, calling out my name—which ended any chance I had of keeping our relationship anonymous when it came to his bandmate next door.
After a few moments he lifted himself from me and discarded the condom in the trash. Before I had a chance to miss him, he was back in bed, cuddling me against him.
He kissed my forehead, then shifted so that he was looking down at me, my head on his pillow. “This is probably not the best time to tell you, but I’m in love with you, Nicole.”
I parted my lips to respond, to tell him that I loved him, but he settled his finger against my lips, halting my words.
“I know I don’t fit your list of the characteristics you’re looking for in the ideal man,” he continued, “and that’s okay. I just needed to tell you how I feel about you.” The vulnerability in his eyes was staggering. It was similar to when he had shared a piece of himself in the music store back in Desert Springs, when he had played his song on the piano for me.
And that made me love him even more…and wonder at the same time if someone had once hurt him.
He lowered his finger from my mouth, and I brushed my lips against his. “I love you too. I don’t know what it means for us, but my heart wants what it wants. And right now it wants you.”Damn, stubborn heart.I had a feeling that at some point I’d wind up cursing that vital organ.
We continued kissing unhurriedly, confirming our love for each other. We stayed like this until we were ready to make love again. This time, as we got closer to when we had to leave for the concert, our movements were less tender but nowhere near less satisfying.
We then showered and got ready, both of us avoiding the one topic we weren’t ready to discuss: what our love for each other meant for our future.
