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I stroked myself twice, then rolled the condom on, all the while watching her watch me.
Then, starting with her ankle, I kissed my way up her leg. This time, instead of stopping right above her knee, I kept going, nuzzling her as I reached the place where her thigh met her mound. When I licked through her folds, her body jerked, so I held her hips, keeping her right where I wanted her.
I bent my head, slowly swirling her pulsing bundle of nerves with my tongue. Her body bucked, but my grip was enough that I could continue my assault on her pleasure without her stopping me.
Burrowing deeper with my tongue, I rubbed my face in her wetness, then eased one finger into her heat.
The top half of her body came off the bed when I added a second. I alternated between flicking her clit with my tongue and driving it into her wet entrance.
With a strangled cry that came from somewhere deep inside her, Brenna came at the same time I curled my fingers forward. She clung to me, murmuring what might have been words, but I couldn’t hear them. I wanted—no, needed—her to come again.Only then would I join our bodies together. Only then would I allow myself to let go and come with her.
After easing her up from the precipice, I changed my mind. I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I pressed my hardness at her entrance, so slick that I could ease into her, but then stopped, waiting for her body to relax enough so I wouldn’t hurt her.
“Let me in,” I said as I took a nipple into my mouth and sucked hard. Brenna cried out and dug her fingernails into the flesh of my arms.
“Kiss me, Mason. Please. I need you to kiss me.”
Our mouths met, and as my tongue thrust in, so did my cock. She gasped as I went deeper, but didn’t move her mouth from mine.
Every muscle in my body strained when her pussy clenched and I felt her about to go over the edge. I wanted to wait, take my time, pleasure her again and again and again. But I’d been waiting what felt like a lifetime. I couldn’t any longer. I thrust harder, and her body met mine each time. When her legs wrapped around my waist and she cried my name, I went as deep as I could, pounding into her. Then, when I felt her essence wash over me, I roared my release. “God, Brenna,” I shouted as my entire body seized in pleasure.
I sunk into her, our hearts pounding against each other, and she held me to her, tightening her arms and legs. I kissed her again, never wanting to stop.
The mission could be damned. As long as I had Brenna in my arms, nothing else mattered. I never wanted to leave her warmth. I wanted to sleep, then wake, never letting her go.
BRENNA
Iwoke with Mason’s arm wrapped around me, his chest pressed against my back, and our legs tangled together like we’d been sleeping this way for years instead of hours. This time, when his arm tightened around me as I stirred, I didn’t freeze or wonder what it meant. After last night—after the promises we’d made, the words we’d finally said—I knew exactly what this was.
“Stop thinking about getting up,” he mumbled against my shoulder, where he pressed a kiss. “It’s too early.”
“Kodiak and Emma are coming at zero nine hundred.”
I felt him smile against my skin. “That’s three hours from now. I can think of several productive ways to spend that time.”
“Productive?” I turned in his arms to face him, unable to stop my own smile at the heat in his eyes. “Is that what we’re calling it?”
“Would you prefer ‘continuing our in-depth cover story development’? Or maybe ‘advanced marital simulation exercises’?” His hand traced lazy patterns on my hip. “I’m flexible on terminology.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously crazy about you.”
“Yeah? So when, exactly, did this about-face occur? Not that I’m complaining. More, I’m curious.”
“Could be when you walked into that bar our first night here, looking like every fantasy I’ve ever had?—”
I kissed him to shut him up, but also because I could, and it was every fantasy I’d ever had come true too.
When we finally broke apart, both breathing hard, he grinned. “See? Productive. We’re excellent at productivity.”
I reached for my cell that sat on the bedside table and reread Kodiak’s text from last night to confirm he really would be here in three hours.
Yacht surveillance complete. Nothing urgent. Briefing at 0900.
We’d both seen it when it came in around midnight, but had been too wrapped up in each other to do more than acknowledge it before returning to more pressing matters.
“Nothing urgent could still mean something important,” I said, though I made no move to get up.
