Page 102 of Fallen Hearts

Do it, Mason. This is the perfect opening to ask her to move into the inn and tell her.

“You’re welcome. Pia, there’s something?—”

“Hold that thought. I am determined to make sure you try dessert,” she said, clearing our plates. “This one,” she called from the kitchen, “isn’t a family recipe. One of the lodges I worked at was known for their tiramisu. I tried for months to wrestle the recipe from their pastry chef and finally managed it. I know you like coffee, so…”

She put the dessert in front of me.

“Even though you’re not a big sweets guy, you’ve got to try it.”

I did. It was delicious. So delicious I ate the whole thing in seconds, devouring every bite. “That was one of the best things I’ve ever tasted,” I said. The second the words were out of my mouth, our eyes locked.

Pia swallowed.

“One of the best?”

Fuck. I’d had such good intentions until she looked at me like that. Coupled with the thought of tasting her, hearing Pia call my name… screw it.

I was out of my seat, pulling Pia up before I could even answer. A week’s worth of need and longing had us tearing our clothes off like it was the first time. We didn’t even make it to the bed. Naked, throbbing, I wanted nothing more than to be inside her. Instead, I led her to the couch, positioned myself between her legs, and held her knees open with my hands. I stopped only long enough to say, “This is the best.”

With the first swipe of my tongue, Pia’s hips buckled. With the second and third, her legs began to quiver. I pushed everything from my mind except her pleasure. Every moan, every call of my name, made me even more intent. It was only when she finally let loose, grabbing my head with an intensity that made me only want her more, that I relented.

Before Pia was fully finished climaxing, I was inside her. Pulling her onto the carpet beneath me, I buried myself so deep that for a second I thought I might have hurt her. One look at her face told me otherwise. She was still coming, so I didn’t go gently.

“Yes, Mason. Don’t stop.”

I had no intention of stopping.

Kissing her, intent on making her come again, I used my thumb between our bodies. “Do that again,” I whispered. Commanded. Just as she liked it. “Come for me again, sweet Pia.”

“Oh God.”

I snuck a peek at her face. So fucking beautiful.

“You are…” The words caught in my throat. I could have finished that sentence in so many ways, but instead, I drove into her as if it was our last time. “Come on, baby. Let it all out again for me. Come on.”

“Mason.” She grabbed me by the shoulders, circled her hips and cried out. I buried myself full hilt and stopped, wanting to feel every single throb. Every single sensation. Pulling her into my arms, we reached the summit together. And didn’t come down for a long, long time.

Eventually, though, reality had to set in.

I rolled off her, completely spent and wanting only to head to Pia’s bedroom, pull her into my side and take a nap. Then wake up and do it all over again and again.

That wasn’t to be.

“We need to talk,” she said.

I agreed.

“That’s why I asked you to come over. Not for…”

Turning my head toward her, I couldn’t help but laugh at her hesitation. “Pia. You can scream for me like that, and be more than fine with the dirtiest talk I can manage, but you can’t say the word sex?”

“I absolutely can. Sex.”

“There you go, you little vixen.” Sighing, I rolled to my side, propped up on my elbow, and agreed. “We do need to talk. But we should probably get dressed first.”

“Why?” she asked, properly suspicious.

“Guys can be very protective of their dicks,” I said, only half-kidding.

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