Page 105 of Freed By Fire
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, or the kind of danger they’d be in,” Mason says thickly. “You have no idea what it’s like to grow up in this world.”
“You’re right, I don’t,” I say, “but you do.”
Mason grips the glass tighter, and his expression darkens.
“You’ll be able to help this baby in a way no one else can.” I step behind the desk. “They need you. Just like I do.”
“You make it sound so simple.”
“I know it isn’t.”
Mason sighs in frustration. “You’re not going to like a lot of what needs to be done.”
“I know, and we’ll fight, and we’ll argue, but we’ll have each other. And the baby will have us.”
Mason’s eyes linger on my stomach. “I don’t know how to…”
I take his hands in mine and squeeze. “You are not your father. Not even close.”
Mason lifts his gaze to mine, and his expression softens. “Fuck. You make it sound possible.”
I step into his arms and look up at him. “It is.”
Mason squeezes his eyes shut, and his expression is pained when he lowers his forehead to mine. I wrap my arms around his waist and hold my breath.
“I need you, Mason. I don’t want to do this on my own. I want you there. I’m all in, remember?”
Mason sucks in a harsh breath and goes still.
He wraps both arms around me, and I inhale sharply.
Please let it be enough. Please don’t push me away. I don’t know if I can take it this time.
When he finally stirs and draws back to look at me, my knees almost give out. Mason growls when my fingers move to his hair, and I push myself up on the tips of my toes. I touch my lips to his, sigh, and squeeze my eyes shut.
I pour every ounce of emotion I can into the kiss.
Mason’s hands move to my ass, and he hoists me up. The breath leaves my body as he gently lowers me onto the carpet. Then he pulls my shirt off and throws it over his shoulder. His mouth is feather-light this time, and it brings tears to my eyes. He pulls my sweatpants down with a surprising amount of tenderness and kicks them away. His eyes are on me, wide and unflinching, as he stands up and hurries out of his clothes.
I let my eyes move over him, all taut muscle and smooth, tanned skin, and I smile.
Mason crawls between my legs, and I hold him against me.
We kiss like we have all the time in the world, like we’re exploring each other for the first time.
My heart swells with emotion when Mason frames my face in his hands and growls.
I run my hands up and down his back and stop at his behind, giving it a firm squeeze.
Mason makes a low guttural sound, and his hands move to my chest. He flicks one nipple, then the other, and wrenches his lips away. I dig my nails into his waist when he begins to pepper my neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses, stopping when he reaches my chest. My body is on fire when he takes one nipple between his teeth and tugs.
He moves to the other one, sending molten desire racing through my veins.
Mason places one hand over my panties, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
There’s a rustling sound, and when I look down, my panties are in tatters. He shrugs, throws them away, and settles back between my legs. His breath is hot, and he uses two fingers to caress me first. I arch my back and lean into his touch, and his fingers stop. Suddenly, his mouth is on me.
I fall back against the carpet as Mason moves his tongue back and forth slowly, making sure I fall into pieces around him.
