Page 48 of Freed By Fire
I swing my gaze back to his. “Okay.”
Doctor Shepard pats my hand and snaps off the gloves. “I’m going to prescribe a multivitamin and a pill to help stop the bleeding. In the meantime, please avoid any high-stress situations.”
I still can’t look him in the eye when he writes something down, rips out the paper, and hands it to me. With a weak smile, I shove it into the pocket of my jeans and slide off the bed. Doctor Shepard crosses the room and knocks on the door to summon Katia.
“Don’t move,” she says tightly. “I’ll be right back.”
I lean against the nearest wall and try not to think about being sick again.
You can’t seriously be thinking of keeping the baby, London. Those are just your hormones talking. That baby deserves a better life, and you know you can’t be the one to give that to them.
Mason is going to think I made this happen on purpose.
It’s bad enough that things are strained between us because of what I’m trying to help Olivia do. I don’t think our relationship can handle the weight of one more secret.
I’m fighting the panic within me when Katia returns with Mason in tow, and I’m forced to summon a smile. “What are you doing here? I told Katia it was nothing to worry about.”
The assassin glances between us and then disappears.
“If it’s nothing, why did you need to see a doctor?”
My heart jumps into my throat. “I just wanted to make sure everything was okay. I like to get regular checkups. It’s not a crime.”
Mason covers the distance between us and frowns. “Then why didn’t you come to me?”
“I…” I trail off, unable to force the words out of my mouth. Finally, I clear my throat and clasp my hands behind my back. “I know you’ve got a lot on your plate. I didn’t want you to worry.”
Mason’s expression softens as he reaches for my hand. “I appreciate the sentiment, but that’s not your call to make.”
I glance away again. “I know.”
Mason tugs on my hand and leads me back to his room. He waits until I’m inside before slamming the door and turning the lock. He turns around to face me, and I know the look in his eyes.
It’s the same look that would’ve scared the old me, but even though I’m not the same frightened girl anymore, I still feel terrible.
He deserves the truth, London. This should be his decision, too.
Except I’m afraid to say the words out loud. As soon as I do, it’ll make it real, and everything will come crashing around us.
I already know what Mason will say, and I don’t know if I can stand to hear him say it.
With a shake of my head, I silence whatever he was going to say with a kiss. He remains rooted to the spot as I move my fingers from his hair down his back and knead his behind. Then I nip on his lower lip and rub myself against him. I’m nervous, wondering if Mason will push me away and see right through me.
He yanks me closer and growls into the kiss.
His mouth is hot and unforgiving, and it’s everything I want and need.
He shifts, and we stumble back until my back hits the wall. Mason’s tongue enters my mouth, and I grip his shoulders to keep from falling. One hand digs into my waist, and the other moves under my shirt, sending a ripple of goosebumps through me. A moan falls from my lips when his hand cups me over my bra.
As soon as he unhooks the bra, and my breasts spill forward, my heart sputters.
Mason draws back to look at me, and I can’t look away.
I don’t want to.
I want to fall forever into his eyes and his arms.
His eyes darken as they flicker down. Slowly, he slides my jeans over my hips and kicks them away. His gaze stays on me as he pulls the shirt over my head and throws it over his shoulder. I moan impatiently when he moves his mouth back up to mine.
