by Meg Harris
"Lora," he whispered. "Lora. I've fantasized about this so many times."
"Me too," she whispered, leaning forward so that her face was against his throat. His skin smelled sweet, as it always did, but layered over the sweetness she could smell the raw, sexual scent of sweat and come. He smelled better than she'd ever imagined. "I think about making love to you every night."
"Yeah," he answered, his voice hoarse. "Me too. Every... single... goddamn... night."
His hips moved, so that he pushed even deeper inside her, so deep it almost hurt. But she wasn't complaining. The pressure inside her body felt incredibly good, satisfying a primal need and at the same time making her need burn hotter than before. She sat up and rose up slightly on her knees, letting him slide out of her a bit, then dropped back onto him, so that he sank even more deeply into her. He groaned.
"Yeah, like that," he whispered. "Just like that, Lora."
She did it again, and his hands clutched her hips, urging her to a faster rhythm. Their bodies began to move in unison to a silent drumbeat. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and her head fell forward, against his shoulder.
"Lora." His voice was a bare whisper. "I've tried so hard not to love you."
Her rhythm faltered, and she hesitated. Sudden tears stung her eyes, and she blinked hard, lifting her head to stare at him. "I didn't know you loved me at all," she answered softly.
"I love you an awful lot." He didn't open his eyes, didn't look at her, and the words sounded like they were being dragged from him. "It’s been a long time since I loved Ashley. I think I’ve been falling for you since the moment I met you, but I just didn’t dare let myself know about it. But then… then I thought you were serious about Theodore, and I wanted... I wanted you to be happy."
The soft confession made her heart melt like an ice cube in July sunshine. "I tried to love Theodore." She reached out and stroked his cheek. His eyelashes fluttered open, and she gazed into his beautiful dark eyes. Eyes that she'd loved since the moment she saw him. "He's a nice guy, Mason. I like him a lot. But… he isn’t what I really want, deep down."
He looked at her, unblinking. "What do you want, Lora?"
Her fingers curled into his hair, and she spoke with quiet certainty. "I want you, Mason."
His eyes went wide, and then he was thrusting into her ferociously, as if her words had loosed something fierce and wild deep inside him. The sudden onslaught of friction drove her right over the edge, and she climaxed in a scalding burst of heat that made her cry out helplessly, clutching his shoulders.
His hips jerked against hers, and then he cried out too, his body arching under hers as violently if he were trying to buck her off. She felt his heat deep inside her, felt his body jolting inside hers, as he came in long, powerful spasms.
Afterward she dropped her head onto his shoulder. His arms went around her waist, and she could feel his warm skin against hers, moist with sweat. She realized she was sweaty, too, and now, in the dark coolness of the barn, she was beginning to shiver.
"Your nipples are standing up again," he said softly.
"Which would account for why you're getting hard again. I would have thought that last time would have tired you out."
"Not yet. I guess I have a lot of pent-up sexual energy where you're concerned."
"Yeah," she admitted. "Me too."
He sounded hopeful. "So I guess we'll need to work on that."
She sighed. "Mason..."
"Lora." His voice sounded slightly annoyed. "Don't tell me you can't make love to me because you have a boyfriend. Okay?"
The truth was, in the last few moments she'd totally forgotten Theodore. She lifted her head and stared at him, dismayed. "Oh, hell. I guess I need to call him."
He blinked, and she thought she saw a flicker of annoyance deep in his eyes. He looked irritated. "Yeah, that's what every guy wants to hear right after he makes love to the girl of his dreams. That she wants to call her boyfriend."
"Not to talk, idiot," she said impatiently. "To break up with him."
He hesitated for a second, and the glimmer of anger faded. "Oh. Okay. I guess that works for me."
"Good. Because you know, I seriously need to break up with him. This just isn't right. You know?" She sighed. "I feel really terrible that I pulled him into this. I didn't mean to. I thought I could love him, and I was just trying to move on..."
"Yeah, I know." He squeezed her waist sympathetically. "Don't blame yourself, Lora. Everyone screws up every now and then. Trust me. I know all about screwing up."
"True." She didn't want to move away from him, because their bodies were still linked, but she could hardly call Theodore with another guy inside her. That just wouldn't be classy. Reluctantly, she moved off his lap and walked toward her jeans to grab her cell phone, while he disposed of the condom. She retrieved her phone from a pocket, then hesitated.
“No,” she said, shaking her head and putting the phone back down. “I can’t just call him. I have to go talk to him, face to face. It’s the right thing to do, Mason.”
She glanced back and saw Mason sitting on the couch, watching her, his eyes hot with sexual interest.
"Your nipples are standing up like bullets," he said, his voice hoarse.
She smiled despite her guilt. "That really turns you on, doesn't it?"
"Yeah." He shifted uncomfortably, and she saw his erection swelling. "I think you’re right, Lora. You really need to talk to Theodore. But… maybe you could come take care of this before you go talk with him?"
Amused by the desperation in his voice, she walked back and looked down at him, figuring Theodore could wait five more minutes. "Why don't you take care of it? I kind of like watching."
He reached down and wrapped his hand around the thick, wet shaft. "Pervert," he said affectionately.
"Look who's talking." She watched his big hand begin to move up and down, slowly, as his eyelashes drifted down over his eyes and his hips started to move. A fiery physical need coursed through her, just as hot and intense as before. She'd enjoyed making love to him, but she was surprised to realize she liked watching him just as much.
She'd never realized she had a voyeuristic side... but now that she'd realized that side was there, she intended to embrace it. Fully, totally, and completely. And judging from the little sounds he was making, the way his body was shuddering, the way his spine arched, Mason didn't seem to mind.
Not in the least.
-The End-
Table of Contents
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
