He splashed cold water on his face. Gave himself a good slap, physically and mentally. Yeah, he’d thought about falling in love with Andie. He’d felt it building, simmering in the corner of his heart. But saying it changed things. Love led to commitment, or it was supposed to. He didn’t want their relationship to end, but he hadn’t considered anything permanent, either. Not seriously. Ah, fuck it. Staring at his reflection wasn’t going to make the answer magically appear. He’d figure it out later—or not.
A sandwich and some sports highlights later, he hit the sack. No snuggling up to her, though, even if she was soft and warm and still smelled fucking incredible. He needed to get his head straight, not blindly follow his heart and his cock. This guy was sticking to his side of the bed tonight. His side. He gritted his teeth. It was
his
fucking bed—both sides belonged to him. Hell, he might as well crack open the laptop and order an engagement ring online. Tomorrow they could rearrange the house, make room for her stuff, paint a room for her son…
“Fuck.” The curse slipped as he shot upright in his urge to get the hell out of there.
She followed him up, groggy from being startled awake. “What’s wrong?”
No escaping now. Shit. “Stupid leg cramp. Roll over and go back to sleep.” Emphasis on the
roll over
part.
“Those are nasty. Let me rub it out for you.”
He half-laughed. In her sleepy state, it took her a few seconds to catch up. Once she had, she gave him this cute little shove that wouldn’t tip over an empty highball glass, but he let it knock him to his back. His stressed-out mood—gone.
He found her hand and arranged it around his cock, perpetually at half-mast since she’d come into his life. “If you insist.”
“Let me deal with your leg cramp first, you bad, bad boy,” she said as she crawled to the end of the bed, between his legs. “Right or left, and which muscle?”
“It’s good now. Probably just dehydration.”
“I’ll get you a drink of water.” She slid off the end of the bed. Padded across the room wearing nothing but the moonlight. “When I come back I’ll give you that other rub you’re in need of.”
Down the hall, a cupboard door opened and closed. The water cooler glugged. The kitchen light didn’t come on, because she knew her way around his house. He waited, but the earlier panic didn’t hit him again. He propped up on his elbows when he heard whispering. The scrape of metal followed, then something tinkling against glass. Cat food.
“Thanks.” He made a show of draining the glass she offered. Lie upheld. “And thanks for feeding Hugo. Can’t believe I forgot to do it.”
“My pleasure. And on the subject of pleasure…”
For half a minute he stayed still, enjoying the tight slide of her fist on his cock. But he’d be a total dick to let her keep going. “You should still be asleep—I was kidding about the hand job.”
“I’m awake now, and I definitely don’t mind. Unless…I’m not doing it right?”
“Babe, you do everything right.” Including occupying one side of his bed. He rolled her over top of him, so they lay side by side, facing each other. A couple small adjustments later, his quadriceps was wedged up against her clit.
“I can’t do much for you in this position,” she said, demonstrating her limited stroking range.
He nudged her with his thigh. “Yeah, you can. Use my body, rub on me until you come.”
“That’s for me, not for you.”
“Watching you get off is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. It makes me rock hard, makes me want to come on the spot.” The dirty talk was working. She started moving against his leg. The moon lit the room well enough for him to see her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Feel how hard I am, fucking your hand? You do that to me.” His cock was like a steel rod. Talking dirty to her worked for him too. “Yeah, that…rub your clit nice and hard, come all over me.” The squeezing and grinding, her panting in his ear…much more and
he
was gonna lose it before she got to the finish.
She moaned, a low sound that shot through him like electricity. Her hold on his cock tightened almost to pain. Then she bit him. On the side of the neck and hard enough to make him curse. All worth it when she bucked desperately against his skin.
“I need inside you.” So much, it almost hurt. He dragged her leg over his hip. Pushed against her, entering a little. “You’re so wet.” Something he never got to feel wearing a condom. “And hot. Soft.” He slid deeper. Close to halfway. What the fuck was he doing? Yeah, they’d had the talk. Both of them were up to date on tests and clear, but she didn’t take the Pill. This was stupid. Neither of them were stupid people. “I can’t…” He battled for control as her body tempted him farther inside. “You gotta tell me to stop.”
“You should…should…”
Shit, she was going to say it. He slid his hand over her silky skin, stopping to rub the spot at the base of her tailbone that made her shiver, trailing his fingers lower to tease her ass by circling the rim. Her hips jerked and rolled. Offering all, begging for more. The selfish bastard in him knew how to weaken her defenses. To get what he wanted.
“Please…” The word rode a desperate moan.
“Please what?” He used her juices as lube and breached her with the tip of one finger. “Stop?” He was the biggest douche in history, manipulating her this way.
She pulled him in. All the way in. “Never stop.”
“Jesus…” Nothing compared to this. Sliding through her wet heat. Her body squeezing him, drawing him deeper. Everything was more, better. As if he were high. He crushed into her. Cupped her ass and brought her up to meet his strokes. “You feel too good, I’m not gonna last long and I don’t want to come yet.” He took her mouth, kissed her deep and long. “I’m close…I should—”
Pull out, idiot, pull out!
“Not yet, please…more. More fingers, deeper…”
Holy hell yeah, he’d wait on that request. He eased the single out, slid a second finger alongside. “You’re so fucking sexy—I love your sweet ass, so tight around me. I think about it all the time, filling it with my fingers, my cock.” Long nails dug into his butt. Her chin jutted upward. Her breathing shifted to low-pitched moaning and everything tightened around him.
Andie coming pulled his trigger big time. His balls clenched high and tight. Every drop of blood he owned must’ve rushed to his cock, because he felt hung like a giant as he came and then came some more. Drained in the true physical sense, he crashed, still deep inside her. For once he didn’t have to jump up and deal with a condom. Perfect, because he didn’t want to move.
“What I said earlier, the first time…” The words were right there, and this time, his head was clear. “I, uh…”
She focused on him. Heating him up all over, impossible as that should be. Even in the dim lighting of the moon, her eyes sparkled. Crazy beautiful. And he wanted to say it. To see her reaction, to hear her return the words. Fuck, where were his balls now, when he needed them for something other than sex?
One small, delicate hand moved to his chest. “It was sex talk, don’t worry about it.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“Oh.” Her bottom lip dropped, ever so slightly, before she sucked it between her teeth. “It’s okay. We don’t need to talk about…anything you said. Really.”
“I want to.” And still, he kept her hanging. Shit, why couldn’t he say it? “Yeah, I suck with words. This…” He captured that delicious mouth of hers. Took it over. Kissed her, softly yet thoroughly, hoping she got the message. Trying to pour three important words into a minute of lip work.
“Me too,” she whispered after they came up for air.
He smiled into space as she snuggled under his chin. Incredible.
* * * * *
A face full of sunshine woke Andie. The no-blinds thing would drive her crazy if she slept here on a regular basis. Which she had been, the past week and a half, but wouldn’t be, less than a week from now. Once Dylan got home from Scott’s cottage in Gravenhurst, she’d only get the opportunity to sleep with Mason—in the literal sense—on weekends.
If
they lasted after the reality of her day-to-day life set in. And there was a good chance he wouldn’t be interested in sticking around for that. He was gorgeous, fun, successful…and thirty. Why would he settle for an older woman with a divorce decree and a child?
Because he’d said he loved her during some very passionate sex? Pfft. That was then, and maybe even now, but next week would be entirely different. Something she had to keep in mind so she didn’t get her hopes up. Right…a bit too late on that aspiration.
Sunny day outside, cloudy mood inside. On a happier note, Mason was still in the bed. A first, and a fine one, at that. Having the opportunity to admire him while he slept made things a bit better. The negative reality crap could take a backseat for a few minutes.
She propped up on one arm. Where to start the ogle-fest? She pulled the sheet away carefully, exposing every naked inch of him for her viewing pleasure. God, he had long legs. Just hairy enough to be rough when they brushed against her skin. Like last night, when she humped his thigh like a horny dog. Shameless, that’s what he made her. Her libido hadn’t dipped below zoom since they met. Awake less than ten minutes and her body was revving up for action.
Checking out Mason’s morning glory made it worse. His cock stretched high across his flat abdomen, begging her to suck it to the back of her throat. Sweet heaven, her mouth was actually watering. Maybe she had a hormonal imbalance or something, to be jonesing for him around the clock.
She shook her head and forced her eyes above belt level. Arms strong enough to swing from—check. Perfect chiseled chest with its tattoo of the Franciscan cross that honored the patron saint of animals—yup, her nipples were getting hard simply from looking at it. Sexy hands—check and double check. Who’d have thought men’s hands could be sexy? Knowing the pleasure Mason’s hands delivered gave her the warm and tinglies every time she looked at them.
She slipped her hand under the sheet. One touch and her clit ached for her to finish the job. She’d masturbated in stealth mode plenty of times lying beside Scott. Completely silent, her body rigid on the mattress as she rubbed herself with furious efficiency. Could she pull it off with a naked sex god spread out in front of her? Not likely. Maybe it was time to wake him up.
Sunlight covered the bed. It had disturbed her sleep, but apparently had no effect on Mason, despite the brilliant glow hitting him in the face. His lips were a relaxed, straight line. She leaned in and kissed them delicately. He didn’t so much as twitch. She traced the set of his jaw. Put her fingers through his hair. No movement, the man was a log. His eyelids remained closed, covering the most mesmerizing blues she couldn’t say no to.
Not that she wanted to say no to Mason. Ever. Last night, though, no would’ve been the smarter answer. Sex without a condom. They’d discussed it one night after a rush trip to the pharmacy for yet another box. No risk of diseases, they were both doctor-approved. His disappointment that she wasn’t on the Pill had been clearer than this morning’s sky. And she could be on it.
Should
be, now that she was back in the saddle and currently riding a virile stud.
Forty, single and pregnant wasn’t part of her plan. Now that she thought about it, though… Okay, she still harbored a smidgeon of baby lust. Maybe the possibility of an accidental pregnancy gave her a bit of a thrill, not chills. And Mason would be a great dad, she could tell. Ugh, what was she thinking? Babies didn’t equal happily ever after. If last night had consequences, she’d deal with them on her own.
“Morning, beautiful.” Mason scrubbed at his jaw, cracked his neck once on each side. “What’s with the big sigh? You disappointed that I let my lazy ass linger in bed instead of getting up and making you an omelet?”
God, he was incredible. Outside. Inside. Her heart did another flip-flop. “That’s exactly what it is. I’m hungry and you’ve spoiled me for cold cereal.”
He hooked her by the knee and pulled her on top of him. “Yeah? Well, you’ve spoiled me for other things.”
Ditto and double ditto on that. Not so long ago, she fantasized about assorted random men on a regular basis. Now she couldn’t imagine being with anybody but Mason. She was in sooo deep. If she didn’t detour left or right in the next ten seconds, he was going to be in deep too. And they needed to talk when their bodies weren’t joined in all the good spots before they took any more chances.
“I’ll go start the coffee,” she said, scrambling off and away from temptation.
She detoured into the bathroom to clean up. Yikes. Mirror—so not her friend this morning. Mason must’ve had the sun in his eyes, calling her beautiful with this bed head and the raccoon rings from last night’s purple eyeliner. She scrubbed her face until it shone. Washed the other areas requiring attention more gently. The frequency and intensity of their sex life kept her on cloud nine, but it also made things a bit tender on occasion. A trade she happily accepted.
One of Mason’s t-shirts hung on the back of the door. She brought it to her nose, eyes closed, inhaling him. The worn fabric tickled her nipples as it dropped into place, the scent of him wafting over her as she shook it down, over her hips. Weak in the knees from a t-shirt—those pheromones of his packed a mean punch. She instructed her feet to take her to the kitchen, instead of sprinting back to the bedroom and jumping him. Coffee first, then a shower. With an orgasm. Maybe more than one if he joined her.
“I guess you’re waiting on me to cook those eggs,” Mason said as walked into the kitchen. “I’m starving too. You drained me last night.”
She glanced up from measuring coffee into the pot. He hadn’t bothered to cover up, bare windows be damned. Seventy-four inches of walking naked glory. Her mouth fell open at the sight of his erection. Morning wood, still? No way. He must’ve shown it some extra attention before coming out of the bedroom. Either way, giddy up.
While finishing with the coffeemaker, she saw Mason’s neighbor on her stoop, checking her mailbox. And rechecking it, while looking this way. Andie didn’t blame her one bit. “Your hotness is spiking the neighbor lady’s blood pressure this morning.”