Page 67 of Mason Wilder
“You do?” A small, teary-eyed laugh left her lips.
“Yes.” He slipped his arm under her knees, scooped her up and placed her gently on the seat of the chair. He knelt on the floor next to her, took both her hands in his and kissed her finger tips. “Tessa Blade Garcia, I’ve loved you since the day you were born. Will you marry me and make me the happiest man alive?”
The tears returned and her hands trembled. Her beautiful olive complexion turned a bright pink as she squeezed her eyes shut and nodded. “Yes!” she blurted out between tears, then wrapped her arms around his neck in a suffocating hug.
He kissed her, happier than he’d ever been in his life. This incredible girl lifted him from an earth-shattering low to an incredible high in a matter of minutes, without even trying. She had a natural ability to brighten anyone’s day. She would be his wife, and it made him as giddy as an adolescent. He couldn’t contain his smile and broke the kiss to emit an excited laugh.
Tessa shoved him playfully in the shoulder. “I’m kissing you passionately and you’re laughing?”
“I’m just so happy, Tess.” He sat in the chair next to her, but kept her hands in his. “My life has been crazy these last few months. I thought things would be calm once we returned from the tour, but so much happened.” He thought of Aunt Mary and it dampened his euphoria, but only by a fraction. He wouldn’t let it steal away the joy flourishing inside of him. “A lot of it was pretty shitty. But all the good things that happened are because of you. I don’t know how the hell I would’ve handled it if you weren’t here to lean on. You make it all better. You brighten my soul.”
Her lips were slightly parted as she listened to him intently, completely focused. “I can’t believe you’re saying all this, Mason. You are my spirit.” She sat in his lap and kissed him again, letting her lips linger with a slow caress.
She shifted her position, so she straddled his legs and continued to kiss him. Lifting her hips, she rubbed herself against his growing erection, and it filled him with fire. His hands landed on her waist and his fingers slid under her top until they found her bra and he pushed it up to expose those hot-as-fuck barbells and rubbed them with his thumbs. Breaking the kiss with a heavy pant, she pulled her top over her head and discarded her bra. Then she tugged Mason’s shirt off and threw it to the floor.
He grinned. Tessa was a girl with many layers. On the surface, she appeared innocent, almost virtuous. But underneath, she was a wildcat.
Soft, wet kisses landed on his neck while her hand dipped into the waistband of his jeans. He sucked in a deep breath when she started to unbuckle his belt. When she dropped to her knees, his head fell back and a smile burst across his lips. There was that wildcat that he loved. Lifting his hips, she pulled his jeans down to his thighs, freeing his hard length from within the constraining jeans. She took him in her hand, then in her mouth. The silver tongue stud tapped against his most delicate area while her hands traveled over his inner thighs and touched him in places that made his eyes roll up into his head. He moaned, filled with want for this sweet headstrong girl who he loved more than anything. She was his all. The moon and the stars. The infinite sky.
He gripped the frame of the chair and pushed back with the heels of his feet as she continued to work her tongue over his shaft. The chair creaked from the pressure, but he didn’t care and leaned further back on its legs.
Tessa popped her head up with alarm. “Don’t break my chair! This set was a gift from my abuela and abuelo.”
The deep sigh at the sudden loss of her magnificent tongue turned into a short chuckle. “Get over here,” He pulled her up, kissed her and flashed a wide grin. “No offense, but I don’t want to hear about your grandparents right now.” He quickly stood up, with his hands under her buttocks to support her.
She wrapped her legs around his back and clung to his neck while emitting a whimsical laugh. “Let’s do it on the dinner table.”
“What?” He was about to take a step toward the bedroom, one arm underneath Tessa, the other hand holding up his jeans, but stopped.
“The table. We can think about it when we have people over. I’ll be our naughty little secret.”
“There’s food on the table.”
“We’ll move it.” She squirmed out of his hold, pushed the plates and everything else to one side and sat on the edge of the table.
He gazed at her filled with want and quickly sat in the chair to remove his sneakers and eliminate his jeans. A pair of panties landed on his head, and then slid to the floor while he was still bent over at the waist, and he emitted a soft chuckle. When he straightened up, Tessa was before him completely naked. The smile slid off his face and the chuckle was replaced by an intake of breath. Her toned body and olive skin practically glowed. The light hit the silver barbells in her nipples and made them sparkle as she smiled down at him with allure. As his gaze washed over her body, it settled on her trim waist which was at eye level. He reached for her and placed a long languid kiss on her mid-section.
She melted under his touch and sighed as she pushed her fingers through his hair. “Oh, Mason. I love the way you make me feel. You make me forget about everything. The only thing I can think about is that you’re touching me and that you’re finally mine.”
His eyes shot up to meet hers, because that’s exactly how he felt. “You have no idea how much I love you,” he said, bringing his mouth to hers.
She leaned back with her hands on the table, opening her legs and arching her brow at him with provocation.
This time he’s the one who dropped to his knees. He roughly pulled her closer to the edge of the table, throwing her legs over his shoulders while his mouth fell between her thighs. He pulled the folds of her flesh open with his thumbs in order to reach the most intimate part of her body and rotated his tongue furiously over the little nub.
She dropped to her elbows and dug her heels into his back, panting and grinding her pelvis into his chin. Before long, she began to writhe and pant. Her cries spurred him on, making his erection grow and his momentum quicken. Grabbing a chunk of his short hair, she let out a long groan and climaxed. He felt her pulsating against his tongue while he relished in her wetness. He abruptly lifted his face and stood facing her.
She popped her head up from the table. “What’s wrong?”
“I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”
“Now? Can’t it wait?” She placed the heels of her feet on the edge of the table. “I think we’re in the middle of something.”
He shook his head. This was the perfect time. “No. I need to tell you right now,” he said as he stroked himself.
Her eyes dropped to his hand on his shaft and then slowly drifted back up to his eyes.She’s checking me out.He grinned. “I’m ditching the condoms. I had a test, and you said you haven’t been with anyone else. So, I’m ditching the condoms.”
“OK.” She said it matter-of-factly, unaware of how much it meant to him. How much it would enhance his pleasure. She’d started on birth control in anticipation of this moment, until he got to the doctor, but with so much going on, he never got around to it. Until now.
