Page 63 of The Young & the Sinner

I didn’t know what to say, and apparently neither did Mason, because he was just as quiet. Did he enjoy that simple touch just as much as I did? What would he do if I did it again, taking the kiss even further?

I felt his hand move from my shoulder to my neck. I was sure he could feel my pulse jumping. Then he reached my jaw, his touch so gentle I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it. He traced my lips with his fingers. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“M-Mason?” I whispered.

He moved that hand to the back of head, tilted my head up, and then slowly, as if he was afraid of scaring me off, took my lips in his once again. He didn’t take it any further. He merely pressed his lips against mine.

He pulled away again, and this second kiss was just as electrifying as the first. I initiated our third kiss when I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. Mason moved his hands to my waist, and he pulled me up until I was sitting on his lap, my legs on either side of him.

I had been in a similar position with Lorenzo, but unlike that time, I didn’t feel scared. There was a difference between the two experiences.

This time, I was in control. This time, I gave my consent, even if it was a silent one. This time I initiated, and Mason was following my lead. I deepened the kiss, and Mason seemed to come alive beneath my touch. He groaned and pulled me in closer.

He licked my bottom lip, and the muscles between my thighs clenched in the most delicious way. I wanted him to do that again.

As if reading my mind, he did it again, and I realized he was trying to get me to open for him. My arms tightened around him, and when I opened my mouth, inviting him in, I was shocked to discover how much I liked the feeling of his tongue against mine.

His movements were hesitant at first, as if he wasn’t sure how I would react, but when I pulled on his hair, he moved more confidently. I didn’t want it to stop. I could stay like this forever. Please, could I stay like this forever?

I grinded my hips against him, until I could feel his hard length pressed against the pounding flesh between my legs, and we both groaned.

The kiss turned into something else, taking on a life of its own. I moved closer, while he pulled me in, as if we were trying to eliminate all the tiny spaces between our bodies, as if we couldn’t stand the thought of separating.

“More, Mason, I need more,” I begged, when he pulled away long enough for both of us to catch our breath.

“Fuck,” he whispered, and it sounded like the desperate plea of a dying man meeting his maker, before his lips were back against mine, his tongue was back inside my mouth, and his hands were directly on my waist, moving me harshly against his erection once more.

I wasn’t sure who moved first, him or me, but I suddenly found myself on the floor with Mason on top of me. My legs were wrapped around his waist. We were in the same position that the man and woman from the movie were in, and Mason was moving against me.

I gasped every time I felt him between my legs, and he moved his lips down my neck, kissing the skin there as he quickened his pace.

“Mason, Mason, Mason,” I chanted.

“Livie,” he groaned.

Stars. I was seeing stars. And then, the most amazing feeling took hold. It started low in my belly, before spreading quickly around my lower back, then moving up my spine. I couldn’t help but arch my back off the ground, and… and… and…

I yelled his name.

I was flying, and then I was falling.

There was no other way to describe it, only that I wanted it to happen again, and again, and again.

He collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing hard, our chests pushing against each other. I felt… safe and protected. There was just something about having Mason cover my entire body that made me feel indestructible. As if nothing in this world could get to me, because they had to go through him first, and that just wasn’t possible.

I looked up but couldn’t see his face. I couldn’t see how he was feeling or what he was thinking. It was still pitch black inside the house, and I thought it was easier for Mason that way. That perhaps he didn’t have to hold his wall up in the dark.

I dreaded the power coming back on.

We were still standing on unsteady ground. Nothing had changed. If anything, our bond might have become even more fragile.

I felt his huge hand on my cheek. “Livie,” he whispered, as if he couldn’t believe this to be real. I felt him trace my lips with his thumb again, and I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted it so bad, I ached.

Then the thunder growled again, and it was as if it was a magic spell was broken, and while the whole house held its breath, the lights came back on.

I could see Mason again.

He was still on top of me, and he looked different from before. His eyes were nearly dark, his hair a mess, and his lips swollen. There was a primal need inside of me that wanted to keep him looking like this forever.

A moment of silence hit as we took each other in. And then he was moving off of me. I missed his weight instantly. Mason wouldn’t look at me when he stood. He did reach down for me, hooking his arms under my armpits and pulling me up to a standing position.

“I should probably go,” he said, still avoiding me eyes.

I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but before I could even speak another word, Mason had his back to me, and he was walking away.

“Mason?”

“Goodnight, Livie. I’m sure Max will be home soon.”

And then he was gone.

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