Page 75 of Finding Us
“Fuck,” he groans, seeking out my lips. “Will I ever get my fill of you?”
I hope not, is my first thought, but I don’t voice that out loud.
True to his word, after giving my body a moment to adjust, he lets loose. Drawing all the way to the tip, before hastily thrusting back in … over and over again. I can’t even put into words how good he feels.
We’re both still fully clothed, and the only sounds echoing off the walls are Mason’s feral grunts as he viciously impales me. And dear God, I can’t get enough of this man. Seeing him lose control like this, is a total turn-on.
Our kiss is as wild as the sex, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to have friction burns on my back by the time this is over, but I really don’t care.
I’m completely blindsided when my orgasm hits me from nowhere, and it’s the most intense one yet. I tug on Mason’s hair and moan so loudly he stills. Ripping his mouth from mine, he throws back his head. “That’s it, babe … milk my cock.” When his hips start jerking forward, pushing me further into the door, he lets out one almighty roar. As soon as his release is over, he rests his forehead against mine. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“That was … animalistic.”
“It’s those wolf genes playing havoc again.”
His shoulders bob with laughter. “You say the most random shit.”
“Yet you keep coming back for more.”
“What can I say, I’m hooked … maybe obsessed would be a better word.”
“You’re obsessed with me, or my …”
“Your what?” he asks, grinning.
“Umm …” He cocks an eyebrow as he waits for my answer. Shit, he’s going to make me say it again. I lean in, placing my hand beside his ear. “My pussy,” I whisper.
He barks out a laugh. “You kill me, Red. There’s nobody here but us, why did you have to whisper it?”
“I … umm.” I feel my face heat.
“I love this,” he says, lightly skimming the tip of his finger over my pinkened cheek. His eyes lock with mine, “Christ, I think I may even love you.”
“What?” I screech.
“I mean … shit, you’ve frazzled my brain. I like you, like really like you. But love? I’ve never loved anyone before, so I don’t even know what that feels like. I mean I loved my mum, Betty and of course Blake.” A huge smile breaks out onto my face. He’s rambling, and it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen. “But I’ve never loved anyone romantically. I don’t know what it is with you, but I’m hooked. I’ve tried to convince myself that it’s your voodoo pussy messing with my head, or possibly my monk dick.”
“Monk dick?”
“That’s what your brother calls me now because I’ve been celibate since I got Blake.”
“Because you haven’t had time for extracurricular activities?”
“No, because I wanted to set a better example for my son. You’re the first woman I’ve been with in over a year.”Wow.“Ignore me,” he says, turning his face away. “I think I’m having a mental breakdown.”
“Hey,” I say, cupping his face and bringing it back to mine. “You’re not having a mental breakdown; you’re just feeling things that are new and confusing. I’ve been feeling them too.”
“You have?”
“Yes, and for the record I really like you too.”
“I thought you hated me?”
“Well, I like you more than I don’t,” I say, grinning.
“I’m happy to hear that,” he replies, tenderly tucking my hair behind my ear. “I know I’m completely messing up, but what I’m trying to say is that I want to see you all the time, not just on the days you have Blake. The last few weeks have been hell. I could tell you were avoiding me and it was driving me nuts. I even fabricated excuses to go to your apartment, in a hope of catching a glimpse. Fuck, I sound like a chick.”
