“So this Mason, he’s come for you?”
“I’m not sure why he’s come.” I nudged Jezebel back in. Thankfully the rules about pets were far more lax than her rules about men.
Cara Lucia smiled knowingly. “And what about this other one? The dark-haired Italian boy?”
Who did I think I was kidding? She didn’t miss anything.
“We’re…” What were we exactly? “We’re working things out.”
“Well don’t take too long.”
I frowned. “What does that mean?”
“You want a marriage. Babies. You’re not getting younger, you know.”
I jutted my chin out. “How do you know I want that?”
“You do.” She scoffed. “The way you covet your friend’s baby? Look at the pictures you have of her. You want what she has. I know you do.”
I swallowed, thinking about Carrie and Doc and their little Janie. Did I want what they had? Some part of me did. And another part of me was scared to death of it. Some echo of a memory cried out, “Not again, never again.” And then my body betrayed me, every single time I was with one man or the other.
“So consider this your first warning, yes?” Her eyes met mine. “No more visitors.”
“You don’t have to worry,” I assured her, although I didn’t explain that both Nico and Mason had found their own place-together. It was too weird, even for me.
“Good.” She nodded her head, satisfied. She turned to go and then turned back, looking like she wanted to say something. “Are you all right?”
“Fine,” I replied, attempting a smile, but I felt dizzy with my own realization. Did I want what she claimed I wanted? A husband? A child? A family? “I’m sorry about the…visitors. It won’t happen again.”
“Good.” She hesitated again. “I think those boys are taking too much out of you. Maybe you should lie down. Get some rest. You look pale.”
“I will.” I pushed Jezebel out of the way again and shut the door, leaning against it for a moment, my head swimming. I was going to read and work on my thesis, but when I got the couch, Cara Lucia’s suggestion was too powerful and my thoughts far too overwhelming. I fell asleep with Jezebel curled on my lap.
“This is too weird.” I glanced at the bedroom door as Mason closed it behind him. The bed was the only thing in the room, so I sat there. They still hadn’t purchased much in the way of furniture. There was a kitchen table now but no chairs, and a coffee table and a television in the living room. “Where’s Nico?”
“He had to go help a guy with a leaky pipe.” Mason grinned. “At least, that’s what he said.”
I rolled my eyes. “Was it Sal? His sister’s husband?”
“I don’t care.” He came to sit next to me on the bed, his hand already moving up my knee, under my skirt. “I’m just glad we have the place all to ourselves.”
“Still, if he comes home…”
“I locked the door.” Mason captured my mouth with his, insistent.
Our dinner had been good-it was hard to get a bad meal in Venice-and our conversation even better. But both of us had been impatient for time alone. Every time our hands touched or our eyes met or my knee brushed his under the little cafe table, a spark of electricity passed between us, a surge of desire. I was already wet for him, had been for hours. And he knew it.
During dinner, he had leaned over and whispered, “Go to the bathroom and take your panties off.”
And I’d done just as he asked, passing them under the table into his hands, letting him feel how moist they were, still warm from my pussy. His eyes had darkened with lust when he took them from me and slipped them into his suit coat pocket. It hadn’t been long after that we were alone in a water-taxi heading, so eager for each other his hand had found its way under my skirt to my bare pussy, flicking my clit, teasing me as we sailed toward home.
We were just as eager now, his hands roaming over my blouse, pushing my skirt up to my hips, my aching clit finally getting his full attention. He rubbed it with his thumb as he kissed me down onto the bed, undoing the button of my blouse with his other hand.
Not to be outdone, I peeled his suit coat off, working the buttons on his shirt too. I was still getting used to Mason all dressed up in suits. The husband I’d been married to wore the typical college uniform-jeans and a t-shirt. I found this new Mason irresistibly sexy. It was the same man but different, and the change was exciting.
“God, I love your tits,” he groaned, finally reaching his destination, undoing the front hook of my bra and letting them spill out. He grabbed them in both hands, his knee going between my legs so I could rub myself against his thigh. His tongue made circles around my nipples, tracing delicious patterns over my skin from one breast to the other.
“Mason,” I whispered, arching my back, my pussy swollen against the press of his leg between mine. I could barely wait, my whole body pulsing with need. “I want your mouth. Please. Lick me.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. I was hanging half off the edge of the bed, my legs dangling, and he got down on his knees on the floor, shoving my skirt up to my waist. I parted my pussy my lips with my fingers for him as he kissed his way up my thigh, his breath hot, fast. He was excited as I was.
He pressed my thighs open wider with his palms flat, shoving my legs back, rocking my hips up, completely exposing my pussy and ass to him. I moaned in anticipation, rubbing the hood of my clit with one finger, not wanting to wait. Mason was busy licking the inside of my thigh, following the fleshy seam between my leg and my pelvis with his tongue.
“You’ve got such gorgeous legs.” He praised me, murmuring, in between kisses. He had them pressed far back, my heels still on. I didn’t tell him they were the same heels Nico had bought me for our hotel stay. “Your skin is like silk.”
“Please,” I whimpered. Not that I minded the compliments. They made me flush with pleasure. I loved the way he looked at me, so wolfish, like he could put me in a dish and eat me with a spoon. Finally, oh god, finally his mouth reached my pussy, his tongue lapping up and down my lips, teasing the swollen, wet flesh, making me squirm on the bed.
“Oh my god, you taste so good.” His tongue slipped through my cleft, smooth and slick, scooping up my juices as he went, spreading them over my labia, up to my clit. My hips lifted toward him in response the moment his mouth covered my pussy. He knew just what I liked, finding my pleasure center, that electric hot spot that made me quiver, feeling his way.
I’d forgotten how good he was, how well he knew me. My body responded without thought, giving myself to him like an offering, spread out and trembling. His mouth worked between my legs, but he kept his fingers busy too, working them slowly into my pussy, then moving them in and out, fucking me gently while he licked me.
“Oh god, baby, faster,” I panted, grabbing my own knees, pulling them back. “Fuck me harder!”
He plunged his fingers into me, jolting my whole pelvis with a heart-pounding rhythm, his tongue never wavering on my clit. I was so close to orgasm, breathless and out of control, I felt full of heat and light, as if my whole body was on fire.
Then he slid a finger down and rubbing my ass, teasing the tight ring of my asshole, my juices and his saliva already making it wet. I gasped when he slid it in to the first knuckle, the sensation so naughty and at the same time so exciting it nearly sent me screaming over the edge toward orgasm.
“You like that?” he teased, knowing full well that I did. His fingers moved in deeper, then deeper still. He had a finger in each hole, pussy and ass, fucking me again gently. I thrust against his hand. Being fingered just made me want his cock and I found myself wishing he had more than one, so he could do me like this, just like this.
“Make me come.” I pressed my hand to his head, fitting his mouth over my mound. “Lick it. Oh god, yes, like that. Please, please, make me come!”