Page 18 of Housekeeping

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Laura

Mason was waiting to hear what I had to say, and at that moment, I hesitated again. I wanted this or I wouldn’t have taken the guy’s hand in the first place, so I took in a deep breath for courage and decided to spill everything.

“So, this thing you should know… it might weird you out a little bit,” I said in warning, already bracing myself in case he suddenly didn’t want to continue.

He shrugged. “It’s fine. Just tell me before I jump you.”

I sucked in a sharp breath, eyes widening on him. But then I shook my head, determined not to let him distract me.

“Okay, so I was sick a while back, and I needed to have surgery on my chest. One of my breasts was reconstructed and the other one, well, sort of ‘lifted’. I also have only one nipple.”

The words flowed out of my mouth because I didn’t see much reason in keeping it a secret, anyway. Then I held my breath and waited for his reaction.

He didn’t have much of one. He just blinked at me, arched an eyebrow, and his eyes dropped to my chest. The look in them was almost curious.

“If you were worried that would bother me, don’t,” he said blankly. “I’ve wanted you for a while now. Since the last time I saw you, I’ve had you in my head. It’s not going to be easy to turn me away.”

My jaw dropped a little at his declaration. It wasn’t exactly what I expected, but it was a good enough outcome that my nerves quieted a bit. He stood up and held his hand out to me. Once again, I took his hand, and he pulled me up from the couch, then led me over to the bedroom. Then he whirled on me, putting his arms around my waist to tug my body closer to his, and leaned down for another kiss.

Only, it was different from before. There was still passion, but the kiss was softer, almost tender, and as much as I’d loved the rough kissing, this made me melt. This time when his hands lifted my thick top, I didn’t stop him. Our lips separated long enough for me to raise my arms so he could pull it off. Mason backed me up slowly until the back of my knees hit the bed, and I fell back onto it, with him following me down, pressing me into the soft, wide mattress. I moaned a little at the luxury. It was like lying down on a fucking cloud.

“Move up,” Mason said against my lips.

I let out a groan but did as he wanted. I toed off my shoes, then rose up on my elbows and pushed my way up the bed. Mason followed me, crawling up, so he remained above me, keeping our lips locked. When I lay back down with my head on top of the pillow, he was braced over me on all fours. His eyes, when he pulled back long enough for me to see them, were smoldering.

“Do you have condoms?” I asked before we could go any further. Those were a must with any guy I slept with for the first time.

Mason smirked. He rolled off me to reach for the nightstand, and I pouted a little that he’d moved away. I looked down at my body and let out a shaky breath. I still had on another top and my bra, but already I was feeling exposed. Mason didn’t give me long to ponder on it before he was back, settling his body above mine. He held a strip of four condoms up so I could see them before he set them to the side on the bed.

“I hope you don’t think we’re using all of those,” I said, breathless.

Mason just hummed and leaned down to leave a peck on my lips. “Not all of them, no. But more than one at least.”

I arched an eyebrow. “You can last for two rounds?” I asked.

He smirked, then leaned down to kiss me some more.

I flinched a little when his hand dropped to my waist. The top I had on underneath was light, and I could feel his hot touch through the fabric. It had been so long since I’d had such large, rough hands on my body. I shuddered when that hand slipped under my top to touch my bare skin, sighing into his mouth as my body squirmed under his. He slid his knee between mine, and I parted my thighs, spreading my legs so he could lower his hips to the space between them. He still had on his slacks, and I was wearing jeans, but even through them, I could feel the hardness of his thighs, and I clamped my legs around him, wanting to feel more of it.

It had been a while for me.

Mason moved from kissing my lips to leaving little kisses all over my face. I had my eyes squeezed shut, and I let out a little giggle when I felt his lips on my forehead, temples, cheeks, and chin. He kissed his way down my jaw, nipping slightly when he got to the flesh of my neck. He nibbled lightly on my ear, which made me gasp. My back arched slightly as a throbbing began between my thighs.

“Fuck, you’re good at this,” I said in a light growl as he nipped and licked his way down my neck.

His teeth dug in a little at one point as he sucked, and I imagined he’d leave some marks for me to enjoy tomorrow. I’d have to explain them but I’d probably be more smug than embarrassed—as long as I didn’t get to see any guests, that is.

“I’d like to think I know how to treat a woman,” was Mason’s response. “Don’t worry about a thing, Laura. Just lie back and enjoy it.”

I wanted to protest a little. I wasn’t a passive kind of girl, especially not in bed, but Mason was working some magic on me, going to the other side of my neck and repeating the process going down. His tongue dipped in the hollow of my throat, and my head tilted back as I let out a light gasp, my thighs flexing around his.

“So good,” I breathed out.

Mason chuckled.

His hand, still on my waist under my top, pushed the light fabric up. My breath hitched, and like he could feel my unease, Mason bit down on the side of my neck, just where it met my shoulder, sucking a little harder. It was enough to distract me, so he had the top up and over my chest before I realized he’d moved it. I helped take it off after a second of hesitation.