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“I don’t like it when he knows there is nothing I can do.”
“We don’t go to many of those events, and trust me, next time I will know not to be lured by being alone with you on the dance floor.” She offered him another smile. This one was a little brighter. “What do you say? Deal?”
“Deal.”
He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her in close, and he just couldn’t resist taking a kiss.
Mason expected her to pull away, to try and attempt some distance between them, but she didn’t. Her hands went to his chest and at first, he couldn’t help but feel his heart sink. He didn’t want Tamsin to pull away from him. Not because of any deals their parents had made either. He loved being close to her and didn’t want that to end.
She was like a fire inside him, one he didn’t wish to put out. The last two years had been the best and worst of his life. Tamsin living with him had been brilliant. The worst part about living with her was the fact she had wanted a separate room, which also made sense. Mason hadn’t wanted to be with her intimately because she had been too young in his eyes. Also, he’d wanted to do everything he possibly could to build trust. He didn’t want to hurt her or disappoint her, like everyone else in her life.
Tamsin let out a moan, and he couldn’t resist tracing her bottom lip with his tongue. She touched him with her own, opened her mouth, and he plunged inside. He didn’t expect her to drop to her knees on the floor, but that’s exactly what she did. Running her hands up his chest, and circling them around his neck. He released a moan as he felt her body press against his.
Tamsin not being in his life was unacceptable. Mason had no idea why he had these thoughts or feelings. He’d never been possessive of anyone or anything. Not his toys, not the women in his past, nothing. Not even cars, and yet, when it came to Tamsin, he didn’t want to let her go. She belonged to him, and it felt important to not let her go.
Mason kept his fingers in her hair and with his other hand, he felt for the back zipper of her dress. Slowly, he began to peel it down her back, feeling the dress give way. Tamsin broke the kiss to exhale a moan, and the sound went straight to his cock. She pulled away from him, just enough for him to peel the last of the dress off her shoulder.
The bra she wore was a strapless one, and with a single flick of the catch, it fell to the floor, allowing her tits to spring free. He moaned and then cupped the mounds in his palms, wanting to bring her pleasure. Watching her face as he flicked each nipple with his thumb, he saw her sudden gasp. He loved how sensitive her tits were, and then he had no choice but to stop.
Mason didn’t want to make love to his woman on the floor at the base of the bed.
The dress fell with a little help from him, as it brushed past her hips. The panties she wore were the flimsiest he had ever seen. Sliding his fingers between her flesh and the fabric, he grabbed a bunch of it, and tugged. The panties snapped, and he couldn’t help but smile at how easily they gave way.
He nudged Tamsin toward the bed, she sat down on the edge of it, and this time he did go to his knees in front of her. Lifting her legs so her heels were on the edge of the bed, he spread her legs wide and got to look at her cunt, which belonged to him.
Tamsin is all mine.
My woman.
All he wanted to do was love and cherish her. Mason ran the tips of his fingers up the outside of her thighs and stopped.
Love and cherish.Those three words repeated in his mind. He’d never loved anyone in his life. Nor had he cherished anyone or anything. Maybe his two brothers, but not the same way he felt about his wife.
Tamsin was … everything.
She belonged to him.
He couldn’t help himself when it came to thoughts about her. Belong, want, crave, need, cherish, and love, and so many more thoughts that drove him.
“Mason?” Tamsin asked.
So lost in his thoughts, he had stopped caressing her, but now back in focus, he started to travel up her thighs, moving to the front and then going toward her pussy. He touched the lips of her sex, spreading them open, and he stared down at her precious, slick cunt.
His mouth watered for a taste, and he moved in close. He slid his tongue through her juicy cunt, brushing around her clit, then going down toward her entrance. Going back and forth, up and down, he drew every piece of pleasure from her. She moaned his name. Her body shook beneath the onslaught of his tongue.
He slid his hands beneath her ass, gripping the flesh, holding onto her like she was an offering just for him.
Mason pressed his face against her pussy, licking and sucking at the tender flesh. She moaned his name, begged for more, and then he heard the slight catch in her throat and felt the change within her. She was about to orgasm and he pushed her right over that edge, where all she could scream was his name. He loved the sound, especially when it was with the edge of pleasure that no one else could get her to feel but him.
Mine.
All fucking mine.
Mason was never going to share her. He needed to keep her and hold onto her. She was his precious woman.
And when she couldn’t take any more, he pressed a kiss to her cunt, and then began to move her up the bed. Once she was against the pillows, he pulled back and stood at the base of the bed. He couldn’t take his gaze off her as he started to remove his clothes, one by one.
He loved the way she looked at him, as if she couldn’t get enough of him. Did she feel the same way? Did she feel drawn to him?
