Page 145 of Shamed
Pulling back with rushed breaths, I slide my hands under his jacket to push it off his shoulders, then I graze my fingers down his back, drawing out a soft groan. Next, I grab his shirt, tugging it up over his head to reveal his gloriously toned and cut physique.
I trace my fingers over his defined abs and the dusting of dark hair that disappears behind his shorts.
Mase releases a harsh breath, his muscles twitching before he snatches my hands away and holds them down beside me, taking my mouth again.
He tugs at my bottom lip with his teeth, then glides his lips down my neck, nipping and sucking at the skin. “I’ve thought about you every moment of every day.”
“You have?”
“Yes.” Yanking at my collar, he bites into my shoulder and starts kissing along my collarbone, then down my chest. “You won’t leave my fucking mind.”
I smile, not in the least bit sorry about it as I enjoy his touch.
Standing straighter, Mase watches me as he grips the hem of my long-sleeved shirt, wiping the smile right off my face. I guess he’s decided it’s my turn to lose my top.
I admit, I’m fucking terrified. I haven’t shown my arms to anyone voluntarily, and my pulse is fluttering so wildly it feels like it’ll escape.
Even so, I don’t stop him as he slowly slides it up my stomach, waiting to see if I’ll protest.
But I don’t.
Once it’s over my head, and my sleeves have slid all the way off, instead of looking down at the scars, he takes hold of one hand, lifting it to his mouth while keeping eye contact.
Soft lips press to my wrist, then he continues all the way along my forearm, kissing over the damaged flesh, repeating his actions on the other arm.
It’s like he’s showing me that every part of my body—every part ofme—deserves love.
I didn’t think it was possible to be choked up and turned-on at the same time, buthere we are.
After he’s kissed every inch of both forearms, I grab his head and bring his mouth back to mine, lifting my feet at the same time to push his shorts and boxer-briefs down.
He huffs an amused sound, but it dies off quickly when I run my hands over the smooth plains of his bare back and ass cheeks.
Before I’ve had my fill, he’s unbuttoning my jeans with urgent fingers, making me lift enough for him to tug them off, leaving me in only my underwear.
There’s hunger in his eyes when he runs them over me, starting from my legs, up my stomach and breasts, until finally they settle on my face. “I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful.”
My chest expands, the love I feel for this man filling in every available space.
Mase is on me again, and I welcome every single touch, every taste of his tongue and lips.
He drops kisses over my skin, following a trail that leads lower and lower until he’s on his knees with his face between my thighs.
Turning his head to the side, he watches me while he opens his mouth and bites into the flesh there, pulling a whimper from my throat.
One hand slides up to tug at my bra cup until my breast spills free, then he’s palming it in his big, warm hand. I arch into his touch, my eyes falling shut as he circles the hardened peak, butthey fly back open when I feel him pull my panties to the side, then swipes his tongue over my pussy in one long sweep.
“Oh god, Mase.”
He hums against my center, the only warning before he dives in and devours me, eating me out like his life depends on it.
Pleasure spreads from my core, and I fall back onto my elbows. “Yes. Don’t stop.”
I watch him with hooded eyes as he licks and sucks, flicking his tongue over my sensitive bud while tweaking my nipples.
My stomach tightens, delicious sensations buzzing through me with each swipe of his tongue.
His other hand disappears at one point, and from the way his shoulder muscles bunch and shift, I realize he’s probably stroking himself.
