Page 71 of Freaks Of Nature
“Fuck, you smell good,” he groans, nose-diving into my damp hair.
Mason tightens his embrace, and every solid ridge of him from his chest to his hips presses into me.
Then he lets me slip his hold, but not without the cost of my towel. A breeze hits me when he snatches it from my body as I tear away from him and spin around, facing him fully naked, mere inches apart.
That’s when I finally see his face.
Or his head at least. His dark blond hair is tousled. His eyes are dark. A black cloth mask covers his nose and mouth with the bottom half of a skull.
Fuck me!He looks so hot.
Mason’s breaths fall heavy through the face shield, his intense eyes scanning over every inch of my bare skin.
An inferno rages low in my belly as I watch the heaving of his chest, shoulders lifting and dropping with the motion. He has me questioning my sanity. Every inch of my bodyscreams for his coarse touch… for his hands to squeeze me and his mouth to kiss, bite or suck.
He tips his head, holding up the towel. “Dropped something?”
“Keep it.” Without taking the bait, I whirl around to make a second run toward my bedroom.
I don’t make it two steps.
I shriek as Mason’s hand cuffs my upper arm. He hauls me around and slams my back into the wall.
Alarm bells of a new level ring in my ears. I catch only a glimpse of his masked face before the knife’s blade plunges into the drywall up to the hilt right beside my head.
I tremble with the vibration. “Oh God, Mason, stop!” Fear has me in a chokehold. He’s taking it too far.
He rips his mask down. “What if it wasn’t me?” he rasps, leaning over me. “What if someone else broke into your place to get himself a little piece of you?”
I suck in half a breath before his mouth crushes to mine, his tall muscled body flattening me further against the wall at my back.
He claims me like a hurricane. Unyielding. Unapologetically.
When his hands wrench my legs apart to thrust his hips at me, I bristle in anticipation of his jeans stroking my bare and still-tender flesh.
But instead of meeting the rough texture of his fly, my body melts against his boxer briefs.
Fuck, he’s hard under the soft cotton.
Panting and grunting, he grips the back of my thighs to grind himself into me, fast and harsh, every thrust catching my clit. He’s close.
God! Fuck!So am I.
His open mouth slanted over mine Mason pants down my throat, “You’re so hot and wet, baby. Soak me. Let me feel you come.”
I unravel fully under his demand. Meeting his fierce movements, I climax from the most intense dry humping of my life.
Mason follows me over the edge only a second later, the jerking of his hip against mine drawing the last shivers from me.
Lowering my legs to the ground, he rests his head at my temple “Fuck, that was so hot.”
I almost laugh at his words. It’s what Ash said right after we had sex on his bike in the woods.Twin minds really work alike.
“Where’s Ash?”
I regret asking the second the question slips out. His brother’s name is probably not the first thing he wants to hear out of my mouth after what we just did.
I feel his body tense before he says, “Work.” Then he straightens to zip himself up and readjust his sweatshirt.
