Page 108 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
Mason
“But you haveto promise me one thing,” I say to Willow.
“What?” she asks.
“If ever you change your mind, come to me and I will tell you everything. And ask me before you go to AshLynn. Deal?”
“Why you before AshLynn?”
“I don’t trust her to tell you an accurate depiction of what happened.”
“Okay,” she says.
“And I just want to say this one small thing,” I continue. “The way that I feel with you, Willow, the emotional connection that we have, is already a hundred times stronger than anything I ever felt with AshLynn.”
Her face softens, which makes me feel good I said that. I felt as though I was taking a chance in doing so, like maybe it was too much too soon. But she obviously has some insecurity issues where her sister is concerned, which her parents exacerbate. It will be my job to help her overcome that. Especially since she thinks I was involved with AshLynn.
“It was harder being away from you for the last six months than anything I’ve ever done.” I go for broke and lay it all on the line. “Not a day went by that I didn’t think about you. Miss you.”
“Where did you go?” she asks.
“Santa Barbara. A buddy of mine needed help with a huge renovation he was doing. Free room and board, plus payment. I got to do what I enjoy, and the physical labor made it easier to not think.”
She nods. “I get that. I kind of did the same thing here. Probably not as physical of labor, but enough for me that I was tired at the end of the day.”
“It’s a great catharsis, isn’t it?”
“Definitely.” She looks down at her lap, then back up at me. “I missed you too,” she says softly.
“Can I kiss you?” I ask.
She nods. That’s all I need. I drag her to me on the couch and press my lips to hers. God, I’ve missed this, and it’s only been a few minutes since the parking lot. I push one hand up into her hair and bury my fingers in it, holding her in place while I claim her as mine through my kiss. I move my mouth down her neck, sucking and licking and biting. She moans in my ear. Long and low.
My other hand cups her ass, and I pull her closer so she’s straddling me. Her skirt rides up toward her waist and she widens her knees to connect us further. She pulls my lips back to hers, plunging her tongue inside my mouth, taking over the kiss. Her heat grinding against me.
If she comes like this, fully clothed and on top of me, my life will be complete. She buries her face in my neck and bites down.
“Fuck, I love that,” I say.
God, she feels good.
I tilt her hips into mine and thrust up.
“Ohmigod, Mason. Oh god,” she breathes into my ear.
Her arms and legs tighten around me as her body shudders, she muffles her cries in my neck, and grinds down, riding out her orgasm.
“Get it, baby. Take it,” I tell her pulling her down against me and pumping my hips up at the same time.
“Ohmigod. Holy hell.” She slumps against my chest, her head on my shoulder, face turned in, breathing heavily. “That was . . . ohmigod. How did you do that?” She sits back to push her hair away from her face, then slumps in again.
“I didn’t do that, baby. You did. And it was fantastic. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? How incredibly sexy you are? How hard you make me?”
She shakes her head.
“Feel it, Willow. Feel me. Feel what you do to me.”
She leans back and reaches her hand between us and cups my balls, then moves her palm up the length of my shaft. Even through my pants her hands feel amazing.
