Page 111 of The Young & the Sinner

“How do you know I’m not ready?” I asked, taking a step closer to him. He looked like he wanted to bolt. I purposely positioned myself in front of the door.

“How can you be?”

“Because I’m inexperienced, right?”

I tugged on my shirt, and Mason’s eyes widened. I would’ve found his reaction to be comical, if the reality of it wasn’t so sad.

He looked scared that I was going to take my shirt off in front of him.

I hesitated for second, and despite my better judgement, I removed my shirt, leaving me in nothing but cotton sleep shorts. I threw the white t-shirt on the floor and looked back up again, feigning confidence, when all I really wanted to do was cover my breasts.

“What are you doing, Olivia?” he choked out, bending down to pick up my shirt. He made a move to put it back on me, but I stubbornly held my arms by my side, and unless he forced me, I wasn’t going to do it.

I moved closer to him, until my chest touched the soft fabric of his shirt. My nipples hardened upon contact, and Mason sucked in a sharp gasp. He closed his eyes when I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in close.

“Do I feel like a little kid to you?” I asked in a soft whisper. “Is what I’m doing so bad?”

He didn’t say anything as I moved my lips up to kiss his jaw. Mason’s eyes drifted shut, so I cupped his cheek, loving the way his stubbled moved against my palm. “Look at me, Mason. I don’t need you to protect me.”

He gave a quick shake of his head. I was growing more and more frustrated. It wasn’t like I didn’t know he was interested in me. He couldn’t have faked that when we kissed. And he couldn’t hide his interest from me. Not when my stomach was pressed so closely to him. Not when I could feel his excitement for me.

I yanked on his hair until he looked at me, those blue eyes of his glowing dangerously. I should be afraid of him, but I wasn’t.

I was just angry.

“You’re a coward, you know that?”

“Olivia—”

“No, you don’t get to talk. You are a coward. I know you have feelings for me. But you won’t act on them, and that makes you a fucking coward.”

I moved my hands to his chest and pushed. The move must have surprised him, because he stepped back, his eyes widening.

“I may be the inexperienced one out of the two of us, but I have more balls than you, Mason Kade!”

I turned to walk out there, before he could see the tears stinging my eyes, but just as I got to the threshold, his arms shot out and pulled me back. I was breathing hard, and now I wished I had put my shirt back on, because my chest was moving in and out in the most obscene way.

We didn’t say anything for a minute. I looked out to the door while he stayed right behind me, his big hands curled around my shoulders, covering them whole.

“What do you want?” I growled.

He bent down so his lips were by my ear. “You want me to touch you, little girl?”

My breath caught and I felt almost light-headed. Did he really just say that to me?

He shook my shoulders a little, before moving his hands down to my waist, bringing his hands to the front of me, covering my belly. They spanned the entire length of it, and I looked down at the stark contrast between our skin tones.

“Answer me, Olivia. I’m not moving until you answer me.”

“Y-yeah. I want you to touch me.”

He moved his hands up and down, going near my breasts. “Like this?”

I let out a small groan, and knew he was smiling when he pulled me in closer to his body, his hard erection pressed against the small of my back.

He moved one hand down, three of his fingers made their way inside the hem of my shorts.

I felt the innocent touch all the way inside my belly, and much lower down.

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