Page 40 of Fallen Dove
I shifted closer, and laid my hand on his arm.“We’ve danced around this for long enough, Mason.”My voice trembled, but my conviction didn’t.“You’ve been in my heart for fourteen years.I don’t want to pretend anymore.”
Something broke in his eyes.Something strong and stubborn, finally gave way.
He reached out, cupped my face in his rough palm, and kissed me.
Not tentative.Not testing.Devouring.
Heat exploded through me as I kissed him back, and slid my hands up his chest to tangle in his hair.His tongue swept into my mouth, and I moaned as I pressed against him like I could crawl inside him.
He shifted, pushed me down onto the blanket, and his body covered mine.His weight was everything I’d ever dreamed.Solid, overwhelming, and safe.His hands roamed under my shirt, as his calloused palms dragged fire across my skin.
“God, Adley,” he groaned against my mouth.“You feel like fucking heaven.”
“Then don’t stop,” I whispered, and tugged at his shirt until I could feel hot skin beneath my fingertips.“Please, Mason.I need you.”
He growled, low and raw, and kissed me harder.His hips pressed into mine, and I gasped at the hard line of him.My hands fumbled with his belt.My hands were desperate and wild to touch him.
He caught my wrists, pinned them over my head, and stared down at me.The moonlight lit his face, and his eyes burned into mine.“You sure about this, little dove?Once we start, I’m not letting you walk away again.”
My chest heaved.“I don’t want to walk away.I want you.”
That was all he needed.
He released my wrists and yanked my shirt over my head, tossing it aside.His mouth followed the path of his hands kissing down my throat, across my collarbone, and lower still.My bra didn’t last long.The sound he made when he freed me, half curse, half prayer, sent a shiver through me.
“You’re perfect,” he muttered as his lips closed over my nipple.I arched up, and a cry spilled from me.His teeth grazed lightly, and my hands clawed at his shoulders.
I was lost.Completely his.
My jeans were gone next.Peeled away along with my panties.Cool air hit my skin, but then Mason’s hand was there.Stroking between my thighs, and I was burning again.
“So wet,” he murmured as he slid a finger into me, slow and deep.“Jesus, Adley.”
I gasped, clutching at him.My hips lifted into his touch.“Mason…”
He kissed me again, swallowing my cries as his fingers worked me.Pushed me higher and higher.I clung to him, shaking, until release tore through me like a lightning strike.
Before I could catch my breath, he was undoing his jeans, and shoved them down.The sight of him, thick and ready, made my mouth go dry.
He hovered over me, and his eyes searched mine.“This is it, dove.No turning back.”
I wrapped my legs around him, and pulled him down.“I don’t want to.”
The first push stole my breath.He filled me, stretched me, and completed me in a way no one else ever had.I gasped his name, and my nails dug into his back.
He stilled with his forehead pressed to mine.“Fuck.You feel better than I ever dreamed.”
“Move,” I begged.“Please, Mason.”
He groaned and started to thrust.Slow at first, then harder and deeper.Each stroke lit me up, pulled me apart, and then put me back together.I clung to him, meeting him as I got lost in the rhythm of us.
The world disappeared.It was just Mason and me, our bodies finally speaking the truth we’d held back for fourteen years.Every kiss, every touch, every thrust was a promise.A confession and a surrender.
We shattered together.Our cries muffled against each other’s mouths, shaking with the force of it.
For a long time, we just lay tangled on the blanket, breathing hard, as the lake whispered beside us.
Finally, Mason kissed my temple and pulled back, reaching for our clothes.The moonlight silvered his skin as he helped me sit up, tender and careful.
