Page 59 of Stolen Moments

“Ice water?” He arches a brow at me.

“No.” I bite my lip.

He smirks, placing the mouth of the bottle at my lips instead. “Drink?”

My heart beats erratically as I do what he asks without a second thought. I’d do anything he wants right now. I am putty in his hands, and he knows it as he slowly pours the water into my mouth with a coy smile on his delicious lips. I take a small sip, my eyes on him the entire time. Water dribbles down my lip as he pulls the bottle away, and my tongue pokes out to catch the drop.

Mason watches the movement. As if he has all the time in the world, he caps the water and pushes it aside.

“Aren’t you thirsty?” I ask, hoping this little display leads to what every nerve in my body desires—him.

“Absolutely parched.” He leans over me and places his hands next to mine. “Are you ready to quench my thirst?”

So fucking ready.

I wrap both my legs around his waist and pull us flush together, his hard cock to my wet pussy. I nibble his square jaw as I place my index finger on his chin, then run it down his throat and chest before hooking it over the top of his jeans. “How can I quench your thirst?”

His breath fans across my lips. “Oh, Em. I’m going to enjoy taking my time drinking you tonight.”

Mason molds his lips to mine in a fiery kiss. I groan into his mouth as his tongue tangles around mine. His hands roam my body, setting my skin on fire. My back hits the hard marble top as Mason’s lips move to my neck, sucking on the tender flesh that sends my body arching into his. Aching for more.

He cups my breasts over the fabric of my shirt and I whimper, “More.”

He grips the bottom of my blouse and pulls it over my head, throwing it behind him. His hungry eyes glide over my exposed skin. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

Another man’s watchful eye would have me reaching to cover up, but not Mason’s. The way he stares down at me, like I’m a gift from the heavens, has me dropping my arms to the counter, baring more of myself to him. He makes me feel confident and stronger than ever, like I’m more than just a pretty face meant to grace someone’s arm like a trophy.

His big hands caress the sensitive skin up my stomach, over my breasts, and behind my back, where he deftly unhooks my bra. I pull the straps down, revealing myself to him, my nipples taught and needy for his mouth.

“Fucking perfect,” Mason mumbles before his mouth covers my hardened peak. He swirls his tongue around the stiff bud, sucking, before nipping the tip between his teeth.

I hiss a breath as he moves to the other, lavishing it with the same attention. My clit pulses, and my core drips with lust.

If I learned anything, it’s that there is no rushing Mason. If he wants to take his time, that’s exactly what he’ll do. Even if it drives me crazy.

“Mason,” I beg, my voice hoarse.

“I know.”

He runs his hands down my sides, gripping my hips tight. He releases the button of my jeans and undoes my zipper. My hips lift as he slides the offending material down my legs, leaving me in just my thong.

Mason pauses his movements, groaning at the sight of me. My body flushes as he fists his hard shaft over his pants. I love that I do that to him.

Mason falls to his knees and throws my legs over his shoulders—my pants stuck around my ankles at the top of myboots—capturing himself between my thighs. His eyes find mine as he leans forward, his nose hovering over the thin scrap of silk separating my pussy from his face.

He breathes me in. “You smell so good. Like vanilla and tart pears. You make my mouth water; you’re so fucking delicious.” He runs his nose up my slit before grabbing the side of my underwear that rests at my hip. “I hope these weren’t special.”

Before I can answer, he tears through the fabric with his fingers before ripping them from my body. He stares at my glistening core, admiring the display before him, and licks his lips.

“You’re so wet for me. Such a good girl, saving me all this sweet cream to drink.” He buries his head between my thighs and grunts into my sensitive flesh as he eats me out like a man starved.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as he fucks my pussy with his mouth. His tongue finds my throbbing clit, and within seconds, I’m brought to the edge.

“Oh god,” I moan.

“That’s it, baby. I can feel you getting close.”

I grip his soft hair between my fingers, tugging his face closer. He chuckles, returning his mouth to my aching bundle of nerves.

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