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Pippa
Pippa opened her mouth, her gaze locked on Mason’s. His eyes flashed with arousal as she closed her lips over the fork.
“Mmm.” The creamy peanut butter and rich chocolate cheesecake melted on her tongue.
Mason’s throat bobbed as his gaze dipped to her mouth. His eyes drooped half closed, as if he were drunk. Spirals of lust spun up her body. She swallowed and licked her lips, her chest puffing out at the power of having such an effect on this man.
He leaned against the bedframe. Both of them knew where this was going. There was no need to pretend otherwise. They’d gone into his house, and like the gentleman he was, he’d gotten Lady situated with a bowl of water. Then he’d asked her if she wanted to eat in the kitchen, or the living room, or . . . Pippa had taken his hand and led him up the stairs. But he was the one who’d opened his bedroom door and led her over to the mattress where they sat, side by side.
He cut off another bite of the dessert and offered it to her. Pippa took her time, slowly parting her lips, hoping she looked seductive as she slipped it into her mouth again.
“Don’t you want some?” she asked.
He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a kiss, his tongue sliding in to duel with hers. She sucked, reaching out to cradle his head in her hands.
“Mmm.” He groaned before pulling back. “Tastes almost as delicious as you.”
Her eyebrows rose. “Almost, huh?”
“I like it better off your body.” His finger traced over the swells of her breasts above the emerald dress.
“So what are you waiting for?” Her voice came out so quiet. Something about this moment required whispered reverence.
“What’s the rush?” He set the cake on the bedside table. Besides his actual bed, there wasn’t much in the dark blue room. It was clean, with military precision. A dresser with a box on top was the only other piece of furniture in the sparse space. A few pictures of Aspen adorned the walls, but that was it.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this . . . for you.” She met his gaze, lifting the hem of his shirt.
He helped her get it off his body and threw it onto the floor while getting to his feet. “Which is why we should savor every moment.”
He reached out a hand to her. She took it and stood. She didn’t say a word as he spun her around, locating the zipper on the back of her dress. The sound of the teeth parting as he slowly undressed her was the only noise in the otherwise quiet room.
“Should we put some music on?” Pippa asked as cool air rushed over her bare back. Nerves swirled in her belly, tying her belly into knots. He’d never seen her fully naked. He hadn’t yet laid eyes on her rolls and cellulite. “Maybe dim the lights?”
Her dress dropped, and she closed her eyes. The silence was deafening. Is he turned off by my naked body?
“No. I don’t want music to drown out your whimpers and sighs when I taste every inch of this gorgeous body.” He rested his hands on her shoulders, spinning her around to face him. The blue in his eyes formed a thin ring around the black lust eclipsing his gaze.
Her chest rose and fell, her sensitive nipples grazing his hard abs. Whatever nerves she’d had were replaced with the burning desire to fulfill every single one of this man’s fantasies.
“I want to hear each sexy sound that drips from these lips.” Mason pressed his finger to her mouth. Pippa’s tongue darted out, needing to taste some part of him, drive him half as crazy as he was making her.
A deep grunt came from his chest. “I don’t want the low lights to dim the look in your eyes as I bring you to orgasm with my mouth.” He kissed the corner of her lips. “Or with these hands.” His palm slid down her back, squeezing her ass and pulling her tighter to him. “And finally, with this cock.” He thrust against her, his erection teasing her.
Pippa gasped.
“Now, it’s my turn to enjoy dessert. Why don’t you spread that fucking sexy body on my bed for me?”
Yes! Anything you want, the answer is yes. Pippa backed up, crawling backwards onto the mattress just like he’d instructed. She’d expected demands from a military man, but Mason was . . . different. In so many ways. He treated her like she was precious.
He picked up the plate with the cheesecake, slicing pieces. Mason took some of the cold dessert and pressed it to her nipple. He swirled it around her hard bud before he sucked her tight peak into his mouth. She gasped at the conflicting temperatures and sensations.
“Your tits are perfect.” He groaned. Mason laved and licked, raking his teeth over the sensitive peaks.
Hot need and hazy want throbbed in her core. She moaned, clutching his head to her breast. His calloused hands swept over her stomach before he released her nipple with a pop. He added another piece of cheesecake to the other breast and repeated the explicit act.
“Mason! Oh my God. Yes.”
“Mmmmm,” he hummed around her aching peak.
