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A delicious shiver zipped through me. “I’ll still go with you later, if you want.”
His other hand crept up to the back of my neck. He held me there, anchoring my head as he studied me. I saw a slight trace of concern.
“You’re running too much.”
So he had known. I tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let me.
“Don’t.” He added a soft plea, “Please.”
I stayed in his arms with the water beating down on us.
“Malinda said something this morning, too.”
He nodded. “Your mom’s back, isn’t she?”
“You knew?”
“I figured. I was supposed to start my internship with one of my dad’s partners, but he texted this morning saying he’d be there.” A corner of Mason’s mouth lifted. “He asked if I wanted a ride to work.”
I matched his half-grin. “Did you reply?”
“Right,” he mocked. “Because I’m the perfect, good son who drives to work with his father.”
“Well, James can always dream.”
Mason chuckled, pressing his lips to my forehead. He swept his hand down, tucking my hair behind my ear. For a moment, he held me, resting his cheek to my forehead. I could feel his tension. He was worried, and I couldn’t fault him. Analise had been out of my life for two years, and things had been good. They were damned good, but now we were back home. Back on her turf. A wedding was happening in two months, and everything good could be unraveled.
It wouldn’t be, though. I was bound and determined not to let anyone hurt us.
“Everything will be all right,” I said softly. “You know that, right?”
He smirked. I felt his lips curve against my skin. “You haven’t even seen her, and you’re already running like you used to.”
That was true. I let out a breath. “Okay. I promise I’ll stop running…” I looked up at him. “As much.”
“I don’t care how long you run. I just want you to be healthy.”
“I will.”
He gazed down, still studying me intently. Then he softened and his lips came down to rest on mine. “Don’t let her in your head.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
He cursed. “I’m already sick of her.”
“Let’s forget all about them, her and him.” I lifted myself up on my toes, sealing my mouth to his, and he answered by clasping his hands under me. He raised one of my legs so I could feel him right there, and just like that, everything was gone. It was just he and I. The way it should be.
I closed my eyes, feeling him enter me.
This. Him. Me. This was all I needed. I wound my arms around his neck and started to move with him.
In. Out.
Mason thrust inside of me. This man—he wasn’t a boy anymore. I felt like I’d grown up with him. Side by side. From the first time he touched me until now, it was always the same.
Dark and primal pleasure filled me, and all I could do was gasp as he kept going.
In.
Out.
Back in again.
The harder he went, the deeper he slid inside, and I felt my climax coming. A low, guttural scream built in the back of my throat. I arched my back, sweat mingling with the shower’s water, but I couldn’t hold out any longer. I was going to come.
Mason watched me. I saw the need on his face, just like I felt it inside of me.
This was the same fervor we’d felt last night. I sensed it in his rough kisses, his grip on my neck, my hips, the way he was fucking me.
I wanted to let him dominate me, but my knees began to weaken, and I couldn’t hold off any more. I grabbed the showerhead and pulled myself up. Mason’s eyes flashed as he caught me and lifted me the rest of the way. Then he was inside of me again. I rode him this time, with my legs wrapped around his waist and using the showerhead for leverage. When that wasn’t enough, I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and rested my hand against the tile.
His kisses were demanding, owning me.
I moved my hips up and down, a delicious tingle making my body tremble. He was right where he was supposed to be: as one with me.
Soon we were both convulsing.
A wave hit me hard, making my body jerk, but Mason held me all the while. Pressing a soft kiss to my lips, then my forehead, he tucked his head against my shoulder and waited until we stopped shaking.
“You okay?” he murmured, nuzzling against my ear.
I let out a weak laugh. “Is that rhetorical?”
He grinned, kissing me before lifting his head. His eyes found mine. “Was I too rough?”
I motioned to be let down, but Mason walked me out and sat me on the bathroom counter. He started to step back, but I caught him, keeping him between my legs. Looping my arms around his neck, I leaned back against the mirror. I didn’t give a damn about anything in this moment.
“Only in the best way ever, and please be like that again.”
He laughed softly, bending down to trail kisses over my shoulder. He whispered there, his lips moving over my skin, “I’ve missed waking up next to you.”
A pang of regret stabbed me. “I’m sorry.”
He shook his head, looking into my eyes again. “No. I get it. I do. I was just stating a fact.” He frowned, his thumb rubbing over my forehead like he was smoothing out a worry line. “What are you doing today?”
“You mean while you go off and work with your dad?”
He groaned, dipping his head back to rest on my shoulder. “Yes, I mean that.”
I made sure to shrug with my other shoulder. “I suppose you shouldn’t be the only responsible one in this relationship.”
“You’re going to get a job?”
I nodded, speaking to my biological father. “Garrett gave me a trust fund, but I need to do something. I’m sure I could work at Manny’s, but I don’t know. I think I might want to do something else this summer.”
His hand slid up my back. “I’m sure whatever you do, Logan will try to hang out at all the time.”
I nodded. “He’s in Paris with your mom, right? Did Taylor go with him, or is he seeing her after?”
“Both. My mom took the two of them on the trip, but when they get back they’re spending a week with Taylor’s dad. I think they’re going camping or something. And that brings up another item—Helen called me this morning. She asked me to move into her house for the summer.”
Lovely. Wonderful. Stupendous.
My boyfriend was moving out for three months. It didn’t matter that he was literally going across the road. Helen Malbourne was not a fan of mine.
I leaned back and let out a disappointed sound. “If it’s not my mom, it’s your mom. Do you realize the only parents who haven’t tried to get between us are our fathers? Does that mean something?”
He gave me a soft grin. “What are you talking about?”
“You moving into your mom’s house. How’s this going to work? You’re going to end up sleeping with me every night anyway. What’s the point?” I looked at the floor.
“Yeah, I will, because you’re moving in with me.”
I lifted my head again. “What? Your mom hates me. I didn’t think I was allowed to live there.”
He leaned close to me again. I leaned away until my back was against the mirror and he hovered over me, his lips a mere inch away from mine.
“And to quote my pain-in-the-ass brother…” He cupped the back of my neck, his fingers sliding into my hair. “’Fuck my mother.’” He dropped his mouth to mine in a hard kiss, one that had my heart pounding. “What do you think? Want to live with me, just you and me?”
“No Logan?”
“Not for the first month.”
“No Nate?”
“He’s at a movie shoot with his parents.”
“No one else?”
His eyes flared with lust again. “Just you and me.”
I could only look at him. We’d never lived alone. The most we had was a weekend away. But this time—I was almost salivating over the idea. It felt right, like we should’ve been doing this all along.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
His other hand crept up to the back of my neck. He held me there, anchoring my head as he studied me. I saw a slight trace of concern.
“You’re running too much.”
So he had known. I tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let me.
“Don’t.” He added a soft plea, “Please.”
I stayed in his arms with the water beating down on us.
“Malinda said something this morning, too.”
He nodded. “Your mom’s back, isn’t she?”
“You knew?”
“I figured. I was supposed to start my internship with one of my dad’s partners, but he texted this morning saying he’d be there.” A corner of Mason’s mouth lifted. “He asked if I wanted a ride to work.”
I matched his half-grin. “Did you reply?”
“Right,” he mocked. “Because I’m the perfect, good son who drives to work with his father.”
“Well, James can always dream.”
Mason chuckled, pressing his lips to my forehead. He swept his hand down, tucking my hair behind my ear. For a moment, he held me, resting his cheek to my forehead. I could feel his tension. He was worried, and I couldn’t fault him. Analise had been out of my life for two years, and things had been good. They were damned good, but now we were back home. Back on her turf. A wedding was happening in two months, and everything good could be unraveled.
It wouldn’t be, though. I was bound and determined not to let anyone hurt us.
“Everything will be all right,” I said softly. “You know that, right?”
He smirked. I felt his lips curve against my skin. “You haven’t even seen her, and you’re already running like you used to.”
That was true. I let out a breath. “Okay. I promise I’ll stop running…” I looked up at him. “As much.”
“I don’t care how long you run. I just want you to be healthy.”
“I will.”
He gazed down, still studying me intently. Then he softened and his lips came down to rest on mine. “Don’t let her in your head.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
He cursed. “I’m already sick of her.”
“Let’s forget all about them, her and him.” I lifted myself up on my toes, sealing my mouth to his, and he answered by clasping his hands under me. He raised one of my legs so I could feel him right there, and just like that, everything was gone. It was just he and I. The way it should be.
I closed my eyes, feeling him enter me.
This. Him. Me. This was all I needed. I wound my arms around his neck and started to move with him.
In. Out.
Mason thrust inside of me. This man—he wasn’t a boy anymore. I felt like I’d grown up with him. Side by side. From the first time he touched me until now, it was always the same.
Dark and primal pleasure filled me, and all I could do was gasp as he kept going.
In.
Out.
Back in again.
The harder he went, the deeper he slid inside, and I felt my climax coming. A low, guttural scream built in the back of my throat. I arched my back, sweat mingling with the shower’s water, but I couldn’t hold out any longer. I was going to come.
Mason watched me. I saw the need on his face, just like I felt it inside of me.
This was the same fervor we’d felt last night. I sensed it in his rough kisses, his grip on my neck, my hips, the way he was fucking me.
I wanted to let him dominate me, but my knees began to weaken, and I couldn’t hold off any more. I grabbed the showerhead and pulled myself up. Mason’s eyes flashed as he caught me and lifted me the rest of the way. Then he was inside of me again. I rode him this time, with my legs wrapped around his waist and using the showerhead for leverage. When that wasn’t enough, I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and rested my hand against the tile.
His kisses were demanding, owning me.
I moved my hips up and down, a delicious tingle making my body tremble. He was right where he was supposed to be: as one with me.
Soon we were both convulsing.
A wave hit me hard, making my body jerk, but Mason held me all the while. Pressing a soft kiss to my lips, then my forehead, he tucked his head against my shoulder and waited until we stopped shaking.
“You okay?” he murmured, nuzzling against my ear.
I let out a weak laugh. “Is that rhetorical?”
He grinned, kissing me before lifting his head. His eyes found mine. “Was I too rough?”
I motioned to be let down, but Mason walked me out and sat me on the bathroom counter. He started to step back, but I caught him, keeping him between my legs. Looping my arms around his neck, I leaned back against the mirror. I didn’t give a damn about anything in this moment.
“Only in the best way ever, and please be like that again.”
He laughed softly, bending down to trail kisses over my shoulder. He whispered there, his lips moving over my skin, “I’ve missed waking up next to you.”
A pang of regret stabbed me. “I’m sorry.”
He shook his head, looking into my eyes again. “No. I get it. I do. I was just stating a fact.” He frowned, his thumb rubbing over my forehead like he was smoothing out a worry line. “What are you doing today?”
“You mean while you go off and work with your dad?”
He groaned, dipping his head back to rest on my shoulder. “Yes, I mean that.”
I made sure to shrug with my other shoulder. “I suppose you shouldn’t be the only responsible one in this relationship.”
“You’re going to get a job?”
I nodded, speaking to my biological father. “Garrett gave me a trust fund, but I need to do something. I’m sure I could work at Manny’s, but I don’t know. I think I might want to do something else this summer.”
His hand slid up my back. “I’m sure whatever you do, Logan will try to hang out at all the time.”
I nodded. “He’s in Paris with your mom, right? Did Taylor go with him, or is he seeing her after?”
“Both. My mom took the two of them on the trip, but when they get back they’re spending a week with Taylor’s dad. I think they’re going camping or something. And that brings up another item—Helen called me this morning. She asked me to move into her house for the summer.”
Lovely. Wonderful. Stupendous.
My boyfriend was moving out for three months. It didn’t matter that he was literally going across the road. Helen Malbourne was not a fan of mine.
I leaned back and let out a disappointed sound. “If it’s not my mom, it’s your mom. Do you realize the only parents who haven’t tried to get between us are our fathers? Does that mean something?”
He gave me a soft grin. “What are you talking about?”
“You moving into your mom’s house. How’s this going to work? You’re going to end up sleeping with me every night anyway. What’s the point?” I looked at the floor.
“Yeah, I will, because you’re moving in with me.”
I lifted my head again. “What? Your mom hates me. I didn’t think I was allowed to live there.”
He leaned close to me again. I leaned away until my back was against the mirror and he hovered over me, his lips a mere inch away from mine.
“And to quote my pain-in-the-ass brother…” He cupped the back of my neck, his fingers sliding into my hair. “’Fuck my mother.’” He dropped his mouth to mine in a hard kiss, one that had my heart pounding. “What do you think? Want to live with me, just you and me?”
“No Logan?”
“Not for the first month.”
“No Nate?”
“He’s at a movie shoot with his parents.”
“No one else?”
His eyes flared with lust again. “Just you and me.”
I could only look at him. We’d never lived alone. The most we had was a weekend away. But this time—I was almost salivating over the idea. It felt right, like we should’ve been doing this all along.
“Yeah.” I nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
