Page 64 of Finding Us
“A lot.”
He chuckles against my skin. “I best get started then.”
“Before you do,” I say, placing my hand on his chest, “I need your guarantee that on Mondays and Wednesdays Blake will still be mine.”
“Yours?” he asks, drawing back to look at me. God, I could easily lose myself in his exquisite chocolate-coloured eyes. They’re like a vortex into his soul, just like his son’s.
Reaching up, I cup the side of his face with my hand. I know I have no claim over Blake, but I love being around him, spending time with him … caring for him. That little boy has stolen my heart, and I can’t lose him if things go pear-shaped.
“Promise me no matter what happens between us, you won’t stop me from seeing him.”
“I would never do that,” he whispers, placing his lips against mine. “I’m glad he has someone like you in his corner.”
I thread my fingers into Mason’s hair when he guides me back down to the mattress, covering my body with his. The kiss he gives me is so different to the others, less frantic and hungry. It’s sweet …almost loving. I open my legs, letting him settle in between them, and the friction it provides has me moaning into his mouth.
“Fuck, Red,” he groans, rolling his hips forward. “I’ve never craved anyone the way I do you.”
Our sweet kiss soon turns smouldering, and Mason’s hand moves in between us, as he rubs me through my tights. It’s just what I need to send me over the edge. My back arches off the bed as I whimper into his mouth. I’ve thought about our last time together, remembering how good he made my body feel, but my imagination has nothing on the real thing.
“That’s one,” he says as he pulls away, moving onto his knees and resting on his haunches. I immediately feel his loss. “I need you naked,” he breathes. “Sit up.”
Doing as he asks, he wastes no time sliding my top over my head and unclasping my bra. Both get tossed aside before he shrugs out of his suit jacket. When he moves to the buttons at the top of his dress shirt, I start at the bottom. He looks down at me with a devilish smile when our fingers meet in the middle.
Once we’re both naked from the waist up, he lies me back down. He palms one of my breasts in his hand as his mouth moves to my neck. “I’ve missed your tits,” he murmurs as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. “They’re perfect, just like you.”
The things he’s saying to me make what we’re doing sound more than a one and done, but I push that thought from my mind. I can only hope what we’re about to do doesn’t change things.
After lavishing the top half of my body with attention, he continues down south. Scooting off the end of the bed, his hands move to the waistband of my tights. His eyes remain locked with mine as he drags them down my legs. He moves to my underwear next, and once they’re peeled from my body, he bunches them up and slides them into the pocket of his trousers. My eyes narrow. At least he didn’t smell them this time.
“Why did you put them in your pocket?”
“If this is the last time I’m going to have you, I’m keeping them.”
“Are you going to sniff them?”
He chuckles as he casually lifts one shoulder. “Maybe.”
“In that case I want them back, I want no part of your depravity,” I say holding out my hand.
“Not happening, Red. They are going into my collection.”
“Collection?” I squeak, lifting up onto my elbows. “You do this with all your conquests?”
“Just you,” he answers, grasping my ankles and spreading my legs wide. “How are you so flexible?”
“I’m a dancer.”
“You dance?”
“Yes.”
“Will you dance for me?”
“No!”
He barks out a laugh. “Can you do the splits?”
“Yes.”
