Page 56 of The Sweet Part
He pushes open the bedroom door and kicks it closed. “I like to think of it as romantic.”
“Rafael says you sent him to my place to take pictures because you were gallant.”
“That was me embarrassed that another person in my family, who will remain nameless, stopped by your house to talk about me.”
I stroke his stubbled jaw. “Just us tonight.”
“Just us.”
He pulls back the covers and sets me gently in the center of the bed. I sit up and take off my top and bra.
His gaze heats. “May, you’re so beautiful.”
“Thank you. Now get naked.”
Within moments, we’re both naked. I open my arms to him. He covers me, kissing me urgently. The intensity ratches up instantly.
He lifts his head, gazing at me tenderly, then stroking down my throat. He kisses his way down my body. My limbs get heavy, and I sigh.
He kisses my stomach reverently. My worries over my stretch marks melt away. Mason makes me feel like a goddess.
He drops a kiss on my sex, making me jolt, before levering back up to kiss me on the lips.
He kisses the corner of my mouth, then the other corner, and when my lips part, he claims my mouth. The kiss goes on and on, and then something changes, and it turns harder, rougher, deeper.
He kisses his way down my body, arranging my legs over his shoulders. I throb in anticipation. He strokes me gently once, twice, and then his lips replace his fingers. My hips arch, seeking more of the amazing pleasure. Within moments, I’m rocking to his rhythm, climbing closer and closer to release. His fingers thrust inside me as his mouth works me, firm and hungry.
So close, so close. I’m beyond the power of speech, lost in sensation, and then I explode, wave after wave of pleasure firing through me. He stays with me, gentling as he wrings every last drop of pleasure from me until I’m spent. I close my eyes and throw my arms to my sides.
“You’re so sexy,” he growls. I hear the rustle of the condom wrapper, and then he’s on me.
He kisses me, and I taste myself. Sexy. Intimate. He groans into my mouth as he guides himself inside me. I wrap my arms and legs around him, reveling in the deep connection.
He lifts his head, his dark eyes smoldering into mine as he moves, a slow and steady rhythm that rocks me to my core. I feel so alive with pleasure and love, and it radiates back to me with every look and touch from this wonderful man.
I kiss him passionately. He breaks the kiss, his eyes glazed with lust as he takes me fast and hard, no more holding back. Our breaths mingle, both of us breathing harder as we go on this wild ride together. And then he hits just the right spot, making me gasp, his gaze the only thing keeping me grounded in the swirl of sensations. And then I go off, triggering his own release. I clutch his shoulders, overwhelmed with pleasure.
A few moments later, he kisses me tenderly and rolls to his back. His arm goes around me, pulling me close. I rest my cheek on his chest, listening to his wildly thumping heart.
Mason finally speaks, sounding like he just ran a marathon. “I love you.”
My heart leaps.
“I know it’s too soon, and you don’t have to say it back.”
I lift my head to look at him. “I love you too.”
He kisses me tenderly.
I settle my head back on his chest and smile. “I have a feeling we’re in for a wild ride together.”
He kisses my temple. “That’s the best kind.”
* * *
The next morning, Mason makes us cheese omelets, and we sit at a small kitchen table in the corner. It’s so cozy. Like our own little cocoon.
“Let me run something by you,” Mason says.
