Page 14 of High Sea Seduction

I let that growly dominance slide. Especially as I can feel his warm breath caressing my sex.

“Pegasus.” I gasp when the rough edge of his beard whispers over my outer lips. “Andromeda, Cassiopeia, Camelopardalis, Leo.” I struggle to keep my gaze fixed upward, not to glance down at what he’s doing to me. His tongue flicks my clit and I groan. God, he’s so good. “Ursa Major, Venatici.” The broad side of his tongue licks me from hole to hood before he buries his face in an open-mouthed kiss of my sex. My whole body shudders and my hands slam against the expensive paintwork. “Coma Berenice, Virgo— Oh!” My hips jerk as he opens me up and goes to town on my pussy, eating me with an expertise that makes my world tilt sideways.

“Keep going,” he growls against me after a long pull on my clit.

I shut my eyes and recite from memory. “Serpens Caput, Ophiuchus, Libra, Serpens Cauda.” I recite them slower now, because I’m drowning in sensation and my brain can barely remember my own name. “Scutum…” My hands lift off the hood and I grab my breasts, pulling on my nipples as my hips roll against Mason’s mouth.

“God, that’s so hot, baby,” he croons. I don’t know whether it’s because of what I’m doing to my own body or the names spilling out of my mouth.

All I know is, this is the hottest non-penetrative sex I’ve ever experienced. And I don’t want it to end. But I feel myself cresting the edge. “Aquila, Vulpecula…” He increases the intensity of his mouth and tongue, then slides two fingers inside me. “God, yes,” I gasp, squeezing harder on my breasts.

Strong fingers brush mine away and my breasts are cupped in warm, expert hands. He sucks my clit into his mouth the same time as he twists my nipples. I explode and feel myself bounce on the hood of the car as pleasure rips through me.

He laps me up in greedy licks, his own groans deep and guttural.

I disconnect with reality and just exist in pure, mind-blowing sensation. I’m not sure how much time passes, but I slowly open my eyes to find him leaning over me.

He’s not smiling, and his brooding gaze rakes over my face with an intensity that raises the hairs on my neck.

When I manage to pull my gaze from his, I look down. My robe is done up and tucked around my thighs, and my belt is secured around my waist.

Disappointment and relief twist through me, and I school my features as I raise my eyes to his. While a large part of me wants the next step to be Mason fucking me, a part of me is reticent about ending my months-long dry spell with a one-night stand.

Having the decision firmly made for me isn’t one I foresaw, however, and I feel a little flustered as I lie on the car, with the stars I’ve just named winking above me.

“Time to go,” he says. He straightens and holds out his hand.

I place mine in his, but before I can stand, he scoops me up, much like he did before, and places me back in the car via the driver’s side. I secure my seatbelt in silence, and a second later, he’s throwing the car in reverse.

He drives back with much the same speed and intensity as the outward journey, and I suspect that whatever demons are chasing him were nowhere near quietened on our little danger-laden jaunt.

There are fewer lights on at the house, and I guess the party has wound down.

Mason parks the car in the garage, and once he turns off the engine, the silence becomes almost impossibly deafening. I stay in my seat, unsure what to do next.

Me, the woman who’s never lost for words and always ready with a snappy comeback, according to my family and best friend, is stumped as to how the next minutes will play out.

Mason thrusts open his door and steps out. Striding round the car, he opens mine and stands back, his arm thrown over the edge of the door, as if he doesn’t want to stand too close.

I get out of the car. My legs feel weak from the depleted adrenaline and from the two powerful orgasms, which continue to ripple residual tremors through me when I move.

My eyes meet his, and a small smile plays about his lips.

“Shall we dispense with the awkward goodbyes? I have a cold shower to get intimately acquainted with.”

My gaze drops to his crotch, and sure enough his cock is still hard and thick behind the fly of his jeans. My pussy clenches with renewed need, and the temptation to offer him relief hovers on my lips.

I stop myself before it spills out, frown at my disconcerting emotions around this man and try to think of one of my famous, but now oddly elusive, comebacks.

“Sure. Umm… have fun with that.”

God. Really?

A corner of his mouth crooks upward, but his eyes reflect a solemnity that cracks at something inside me. He watches me in silence and I can’t help fidgeting again.

The man has given me two mind-blowing orgasms, and I can’t find one word to say to him? “Thank you” seems odd and flippant. And despite the craziness with which our meeting started, I can’t flip him off either, no matter how richly deserving I think it is for him scaring me to death on our drive out.

So I stand here, my eyes locked on his.

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