Page 150 of Grand Love

My eyes snap open.

“Because the thought of being inside someone else in any other way was never going to be an option unless it was you.”

He sits back on his knees, pulling out of me. “I’m sorry.” He climbs from the bed and leans against the dresser, dropping his head.

Is he ashamed? Because he shouldn’t be? I mean, I’m a little shocked, and it hurts, but I’m the one who should be ashamed.

I left him.

“Mase,” I soothe, “come here.”

When he doesn’t budge, I go to him, slipping my arms around him so I can cuddle his back. “Mase, please. Turn around.”

He turns in my arms and I slide a hand up into his hair, pushing it back off his face.

“I’m sorry I left you, and I promise I won’t ever leave you again.”

He shakes his head. “I’m weak.”

“No, you’re—”

“How many men did you sleep with?”

“I was heavily pregnant,” I defend.

He shakes his head, looking away from me, and I regret pushing it and making him feel like this.

“Mase, I need you to make love to me.” His chest deflates, his shoulders sagging. “I’ve needed you to make love to me since you cornered me in my laundry room. I’ve only ever needed you to love me and in every way that mattered you did. You always have—even when we fought it. I need you more than anything right now and I need it to be real. Us. But first.” I take his hand, sliding it deep between my legs, teasing the tips of his fingers on my puckered hole. “First, I need you to take me here.”

He inhales a deep breath and lets out a shaky one, his eyes turning a dangerous shade of black.

“Nina.”

“Will it help?” I ask.

He swallows, his eyes shining. “Yes.”

I walk to the bed, lying myself down on my stomach as I wait for him. “I need this, just as much as you do.”

He walks to the edge of the bed, gliding the pads of his fingers down my back. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you.” My hips lift to meet him as he glides lower.

“You want me here, baby?”

I cry out as his finger runs over the crack of my ass and teases my hole.

“Yes!”

He flips me, placing me on my back. “Mase!”

His lips take my open mouth, his hands locking with mine and lifting them above my head. He ravishes my body, his stubble scratching at my nipples as he sucks at the flesh around them, making me squirm and beg him for more in the same breath.

Dropping his head to mine, he waits for a beat, then slides home in one smooth thrust, making us both moan in sheer pleasure.

“Fuck!” he groans, rolling his hips deep inside of me before all too soon his fingers take the place of his cock.

His hand dips lower, gliding his slick fingers through the crack of my ass. He applies the slightest pressure until I open up and he slides a finger inside.

He leans in and kisses me as I slowly adjust around him. I roll my hips and moan into his mouth.

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