“The problem with that story though is the only woman I want every night is trying to drive me in-fucking-sane. So tell me Lena, what the fuck were you doing out there?”
Mason watched her pulse flutter at the base of her neck and couldn’t help himself, before she answered him he leaned in and kissed it. He heard her suck in a deep breath and was surprised to feel her reach up to grab his hair in her hands. She tightened them and pulled his head back. He looked at her with narrow eyes and released his hold on her hair dropping his hand down to her waist. She hadn’t put her coat on, when he’d dragged her in here, so she was pushed up against the wall in her little black dress and although he was furious with her she looked absolutely mouth watering.
He trailed his eyes down over her beautiful breasts then told her. “You’re going to keep your mouth shut and I’m going to give you that Orgasm you asked for.” he thought for a moment she was going to tell him to get lost, but instead she leaned her head back against the wall and pushed her hips out toward him. He groaned low and moved in, grinding himself up against her. “Spread your legs just a little for me.”
When she complied silently he trailed a hand down her thigh to stroke the bare skin with his fingers. Her shoulders were pressed against the wall pushing her chest out to him and her hair was spilling down all around her. Her legs were spread apart enough to make it look as though she was inviting him inside, and her short little skirt had ridden so far up her thighs he could now see some black lace peeking out at him. Tracing a line up behind her thigh, until he reached the elastic leg of her panties, he watched her as she looked down at his hand then back at him. Her eyes were so wide and vulnerable devoid of all anger that he felt all of his disappear as quickly as it’d come. He moved in close to her placing his free hand by her head against the wall then dipped his knees a little as he ground his hard cock right up against the lace of her panties. He rested his forehead against hers. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
She took a deep breath and those breasts rose up to him then fell back down. He watched her lick her lips as she closed her eyes and whispered. “I’m so sorry.”
He gripped her waist with his free hand and pushed his hips hard against her, and he wasn’t sure if he was doing it for pleasure or to punish her but either way it felt damn good. When she moaned softly he lifted a hand to the neck of the dress and tugged it down. Her breasts spilled out the top and were bared to him. She opened her eyes slowly and rolled her hips into his and thrust her breasts forward, so he did what any red blooded, horny as fuck man would do. He leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth.
Lena moaned loudly when he dipped his head and sucked her nipple hard. She felt as though her skin was on fire and his mouth seemed the have a direct link to the nerves between her thighs. She reached up with one hand to grip the back of his hair, but this time she gently tugged him forward as he flicked her tight nipple with his tongue.
“Stop teasing me.” she demanded and when he looked up at her she saw the twinkle back in his eyes. She didn’t like fighting with him but when that redhead had come through the door it was as though Lena had lost her mind. All she’d wanted tonight was his hands on her, and instead that bimbo had been asking him for the same thing. She knew she’d done what she had out of jealousy. Jealousy and fear, because what could he want with her when he had women like that one, throwing themselves at him? Right then he seemed to decide to show her because one of his hands made its way down between them and started rubbing against the damp lace that was irritating her aroused skin.
“Please.” she panted softly with her head against the wall and her fingers in his hair. He looked up from where he’d been kissing and asked with a smug grin.
“Please what?”
Shutting her eyes she shook her head against the wall and bit her bottom lip pushing her hips out against his hand trying to get his fingers where she needed them.“I knew you’d do this to me.”
“Do what?” he asked leaning in grinning against her lips.
She smiled too and bit his bottom lip gently. “Make me beg.”
He brought his free hand up and tugged on one of her wet nipples and finally he slid his other finger under the leg of her panties. She groaned loudly when she felt it slide back and forward though her wetness, teasing her clitoris with each pass. She shut her eyes and heard him groan. “Damn Lena, you’re fucking dripping.”
Swallowing she pushed against his hand and finally she felt his finger slide inside her. Her eyes flew open and locked with his as he pulled the same finger out then slid it in again. He smirked at her. “Good?”
Licking her top lip she nodded then reached down to grab his other hand. She brought it up to her mouth and when he pushed inside her again she sucked his other finger into her mouth deeply. He bumped his hips up against her.
“Fuck.” he muttered and leaned down to take her mouth. He slid his tongue deep inside her as he pushed his finger in and out between her slippery folds. Groaning against his mouth she felt him hitch her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he wedged her against the wall and fucked her with his fingers. Panting harder she wrapped her arms around his neck and felt him take one of her nipples into his mouth right when he pushed two thick fingers into her. She screamed and clamped down hard against his hand crushing him against her breasts as the orgasm washed over her.
Chapter Eleven
Lena woke the next morning with a killer hangover. She winced as the sun streamed into her room and across her pillow. Groaning she moved over on the bed and ran into something solid. She froze, please no please no, but as she turned her head slowly there he was lying beside her with his head nestled into one of her pillows. How had this happened? The last thing she remembered was their huge fight then him pulling her aside and blowing her mind on the stairs. After that there was nothing. Again, she looked over at him, very careful not to make any sudden moves that might wake him. He was lying on his back, and his hair was so dark against her white pillow she almost reached out to touch it. She bit her lip and pulled her hand back to her chest clutching the sheet tight. His eyes were closed, and she noticed those long sooty lashes against his cheek. He truly was an absolutely breathtaking man. Scooting over she was about to get out of bed when his eyes opened and locked onto hers. He didn’t move, just stayed right where he was, as though she’d invited him. For all she knew, maybe she had.
“Good morning Lena.” he said in a low gravely voice.
“Ahh..morning.” she watched as he lifted an arm and casually draped it over his head giving her an amazing view of his bicep as it flexed and the soft hair springing out from under. Dragging her eyes up to his face again she saw him watching her.
“Where were you going?”
Arching a brow at him she asked, “Have you forgotten you’re in my bed?” pausing for a moment she then rushed on, “Actually. Why are you in my bed?”
With his other hand he lazily scratched his chest then grinned. “You invited me.”
Lena’s mouth fell open and she shook her head. “I find that very hard to believe Langley. Especially after,” she paused.
“Especially after our fight?” he asked.
“Yes. The last thing I remember is you,” she stopped clutching the sheet tighter.
“Me?”
“You know what you did.”
Finally he moved to sit up against the headboard so she scooted back a little and a laugh escaped him.