“So I take it you didn’t get the steaks?” I ask to change the subject.
She shakes her head and sighs, “No. I left it all there.”
“You want to go get them quickly? I’ll take you.”
She looks at her watch and then back up to me. “It’s late. You can’t drive me around in the middle of the night.”
A smile pulls at the corner of my mouth. “Sure I can. Let’s go.”
I take her hand and pull her behind me before she can argue anymore.
~ Olivia ~
Mason holds my hand all the way around the building until we reach his truck. He opens the door for me and waits for me to get in.
Never in a million years did I expect to become friends with this man. A painful smile pulls at my lips and I quickly suppress it. It still hurts to smile. The doctor said it will get better with time once the muscles and skin have healed.
Mason gets in and a silence falls between us as he drives to Walmart. Every now and then I glance at him, wondering what’s going on between us. In the past few weeks I’ve come to really like this man. He’s quiet and only talks if he has something worthwhile to say. He’s not full of empty compliments.
It’s true what they say - actions do speak louder than words.
I didn’t lie when I told him that my biggest fear is now my only hope. If Mason didn’t barge his way into my life, God only knows what would’ve become of me.
I used to love other people and fear Mason, but now, it’s people I fear, and Mason I … My thoughts screech to a halt just as he finds a parking spot.
I feel uncomfortable as I get out of the car and make sure my hair is covering the scars.
The silence stretches as we get everything for the meal. When we get to the check-out line, I make sure that I’m in front of Mason so I can pay. When the cashier is all done, Mason starts to reach for his pocket.
“No, don’t. It’s my turn,” I say as I quickly hand her my card.
The ride home is just as quiet. I’m highly aware of every movement he makes and with every minute passing between us, it just keeps getting more intense.
When we finally get back to the apartment building, my stomach is a fluttering mess. It’s a good kind of nervous and I welcome it. It’s been a while since I’ve felt any positive emotions.
I might be scarred, only now starting to heal, and I might be a total mess, but I’m still a woman. Right now I’m a woman who is very conscious of the man next to her.
He helps me carry the bags to my kitchen and when everything is packed away, I slowly turn to face him. We’ve never said goodbye before. Normally, he just leaves but not tonight.
My eyes travel up his broad chest and I remember how comforting it felt to be cradled against it with his strong arms tightly around me.
When my eyes meet his, I feel the spark and it makes my stomach flutter again.
He raises his hand and when his fingers brush over my scarred skin, I can’t help but close my eyes. I don’t know what makes him so different. Why do I hide from the world, yet I let this man touch the most hideous part of me?
I hear him move and then I feel the intense waves coming off his body and slamming into mine. His hand slips behind my head and then I feel a whisper of his breath on my skin and it makes my own breath hitch. He presses his lips to my skin and then he holds it there for four breaths.
Four breaths and a kiss is all it takes for this man to crawl so deep into my heart that my every heartbeat begins and ends with him.
~ Mason ~
It’s been a very long day and I had to stop myself from going over to Olivia’s this morning.
She’s constantly on my mind. Her eyes, her skin, her hair, her tiny hand which fits so perfectly in mine.
Damn, it’s getting worse. Yesterday it was still a flicker, but it’s evolved into full blown desire and attraction since then.
I unlock her door and let it swing open. My eyes instantly find her where she’s standing in the kitchen, dressed in one of those short dresses she likes so much and barefoot. Damn, she’s beautiful.
She looks up and a smile pulls at the healthy side of her lips, making her look sexy as hell.
“Anything I can help with?” I ask as I shut the door behind me.
“I’m pretty much done so you can sit down.”
The food smells mouthwatering. The usual silence hangs between us while we eat.
When we’re done eating, I watch her wash the dishes. Every movement she makes is filled with a sensuality that’s only making me desire her more. By the time she’s done, I’m fighting the urge to just grab her.
She comes to stand by the counter, within arm’s reach of me. My eyes travel from her bare feet, up her legs, over her breasts until they reach her eyes. Her cheeks are light pink with color and it gives me the boost of bravery I need.
I reach out for her and taking hold of her hip, I pull her a little closer.
She takes two steps and then her fingers start to dance on the counter top which is a clear sign that she’s nervous.
Our eyes are still locked and sparks of desire dance between us. She wets her lips, drawing my eyes to her mouth.
I let my fingers trail down the side of her hip and leg until the dress stops and I’m touching her bare skin.
The moment stretches out between us until she finally takes another step closer. I stand up and the distance between us shrinks away until our bodies are touching. She tilts her head back and her lips part on a breath.
“I want to hear it, Sweetheart. Do you want me to touch you?” I need her permission before I take this any further. I want her to feel in control of what’s happening between us.
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice filled with a need that makes me go instantly hard.
I lean into her until our lips are separated by a breath.
“What do you want, Sweetheart? Tell me and it’s yours.” I want to make her feel good. I want her to get lost in this desire between us until she’s as lost as I am.
“Kiss me,” she whispers.
I lean in until our breaths mingle. Our lips finally meet and I’m careful with her, taking the kiss slow as I don’t want to hurt her. She lets me in and it feels like something is unleashed in my chest, making me growl into her mouth. Our tongues dance as our breaths become one. Desire builds between us, making me want to devour her.
One kiss … that’s all it took for this woman to have me by the balls. Tasting her, feeling her warm body brushing against mine, is making me hard as fucking steel for her.
This thing between us is wild and intense, overwhelming all common sense.
I want to taste all of her. I grab hold of her ass and pick her up against my body. It only takes a few long strides to get us to her bedroom where I throw her back on the bed. She bounces once, her hair scattering all around her face. Her eyes are hooded as she watches me, her fingers digging into the covers.
I reach behind me and grab hold of my shirt, yanking it over my head and throwing it to the side. I take hold of her thighs and pull them open, and it makes the delicate material of the dress pull up, exposing her white cotton panties to me.
I place my hands on the sides of her knees and then slowly trail my way up until my fingers slip over her hips. I pull her panties down her legs and throw them to the side. I lean forward until I press a kiss on her stomach. Slowly, I inch my way up until my hot breaths are fanning over her nipple that hardens underneath her bra. I bring my left hand to her breast, letting my thumb brush over her sensitive flesh.
I take hold of the strap and pull it down her shoulder. She makes quick work of freeing her arms from the straps and then her breasts are exposed to me.
Seeing her naked, apart from the dress that covers her stomach and abdomen, makes me want to take her hard and fast.
“Are you sure, Olivia?”
She nods, and the apples of her cheeks flush a perfect pink.
I lean forward and press a kiss to her chest and then wor
k my way down between her breasts.
“Fuck, you smell so good, Sweetheart. I can’t wait to taste your sweet pussy.”
I glance up at her and see that her breaths are coming faster.
I start to move lower, pulling the scrunched up dress down her body, and then I toss it on the floor.
I’ve never seen such perfection before. I want to just watch her for hours, but at the same time I can’t hold myself back anymore.
“You have such a beautiful body, Olivia,” I whisper as I lean down to place a kiss on her abdomen.
“I’m going to devour you now.”
~ Olivia ~
This has to be a dream.
I’m lying butt-naked in front of Mason Crowe, and I don’t feel shy in the slightest. I’ve never felt so comfortable with a man before.
My heart is beating heavily and my stomach is a fluttering mess from nervous excitement and desire. Shamelessly, I part my legs even more when he presses a kiss to my abdomen. Hearing that he wants to devour me has me aching in all the right places.
I want his tongue on my aching pussy.
I get lost in our little bubble where there is no past, no future … only this moment.
I hear him take a deep breath before I feel the roughness of his tongue between my legs.
Amazing sensations flood my body until my hips start to lift off the bed. His big hands grip my hips, pushing me back down against the mattress, holding me in place.
His dark eyes are locked with mine, and the intensity of the carnal look in his eyes, sucks me under a tidal wave of pleasure.
“Mason,” I groan, in need of so much more. I’m greedy for his touch. I’m greedy to feel him everywhere. I want him to consume me.
A growl ripples against my sensitive flesh and my hips start to fight his hands for control.
“I can’t …” I cry out. “I want more.”
His tongue is hot between my folds, lapping at me as if he can’t get enough of the taste of me. He lifts me higher, and his hands slide down from my hips to between my legs until he pulls me apart and his tongue plunges into me.
Everything around me tenses and then a wonderful release floods me, making my body tighten and quiver under his touch.
His mouth trails its way up my body until his lips are on mine. I can taste myself on him and something about it turns me on even more.
I feel him move and then his pants are sent flying off the bed.
He positions his body over mine and when I feel his cock brush against my clit, ripple after ripple of pleasure engulfs me.
“Mason,” I gasp against his mouth, wanting all of him.
He pulls back and looks down at me.
“I love seeing your skin turn pink from desire. I love that it’s me making you feel it.”
He leans in close until he’s only a whisper away from me.
“I see you, Olivia. Every beautiful inch of you.”
Tears form in my eyes because I know he’s telling me the truth. He is the only person who still sees me … all of me. I’m afraid that if his eyes aren’t on me, I’ll just vanish … I’ll stop existing.
I crush my mouth to his and slip my tongue into his mouth. I kiss him with every beat of my heart, because without him, there won’t be a reason for it to keep beating.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down until his heavy body is full on mine, pressing me into the bed.
He pushes his hips down and his cock hits me in the perfect spot, making me moan into his mouth.
“I want you inside me,” I say.
“Shh, Sweetheart.”
I hear the tearing of the foil wrapper and then his hand between us as he positions his cock right at my opening. He pushes forward and only enters me an inch. My body arches against him, wanting more.
His other hand finds its way to my clit, and he begins to stroke me. Shamelessly, I spread my legs as wide as they can go.
His eyes never leave mine as he watches me get frustrated.
Finally, he pushes forward, filling me inch by inch, until his pelvis rubs against mine.
He pulls out slowly and when I let out a blissful moan, a smile pulls at his lips, making him look dangerously handsome.
Suddenly, he slams into me and pleasure tears through me. I throw my head back as my breath is wrenched from my throat. He does it again and again until I’m tense with need beneath him.
“That’s it, Sweetheart,” he whispers while his breaths race over his lips. “Cum for me. Let go.” The last word is said on a low growl.
He keeps thrusting hard and fast, his body totally dominating mine.
I burst into a million stars as waves of ecstasy claim me. My body shudders passionately beneath his as it tries to latch onto all the pleasure.
“Olivia,” he growls, and then he grabs hold of my hips, pounding into me with a carnality that makes my body quiver under his.
His body slumps over mine and I love the feel of his weight pushing me into the mattress.
We lie still until our breaths even out and then he gives me a slow kiss. He pulls slightly back and looks at me with such warmth, it makes me feel like a woman again.
~ Mason ~
It’s been years since I’ve spent the night in a woman’s bed, but it just feels so right. I can’t bring myself to pull away from her.
Olivia snuggles closer to me and I feel her softness press against me. She’s so warm that it’s reaching into my chest to where my frozen heart is, bringing life to it for the first time in a very long time.
I’ve never held a woman like this before, but it’s something I can see myself getting used to.
Her lips brush against my jaw and my cock instantly reacts. Her breath rush over my skin, hardening me even more, and then she whispers, “Please help me make him pay for what he did to me.”
Her words bring me to my knees.
Taking hold of her chin, I nudge her face up so I can see her eyes. She swallows hard and I can see tears threaten to overwhelm her.
She’s baring herself to me. I have to be careful how I handle this. The last thing I want to do is push her away.
I sit up and pull her gently onto my lap until she’s straddling me and we’re face to face. I press my forehead to hers and whisper, “Will it really be worth it, Sweetheart? When you’ve had your revenge, will it make the pain go away?”
She pulls away a little, her eyes searching mine, and I can see that my words are getting through to her. The question is whether she’s going to listen.
She takes a deep breath and then whispers, “I suppose you’re right, it’s just so hard to deal with it all. I can only hope time will heal it all.”
I slip my hand behind her neck and tilt my head so our mouths are perfectly aligned.
“Kiss me, Olivia. We’ll figure it all out in the morning.”
She leans forward and the second I feel her breath on my lips, I close the distance between us. Her lips part instantly, letting my tongue sweep into her mouth. The taste of her makes my cock become impossibly hard, pressing against her hot pussy. I thrust up wanting to lose myself inside her again.
I place my hands on her thighs and then trail my fingers softly over her creamy skin. Her eyes drift closed and she presses back against me, rubbing her clit against my cock. She has the same burning need as me. One I can’t wait to satisfy.
My hands continue to explore her skin, moving over her waist, then her ribs, and finally I reach her breasts. I cup them, and feeling how perfectly she fits in my hands, makes me thrust up again.
Fuck, she’s stunning. Her skin glows in the moonlight.
I pull her closer to me so I can take her breast in my mouth and my tongue twirls around her hard nipple. Her arms go around my neck and she grabs at my hair.
I’m not going to last. I’ll cum like this if she keeps rubbing her hot pussy against my cock.
“If you keep riding me, you’re going to make me cum like a fucking teenager,” I rasp against her warm skin.
With her hands in my hair, she pulls my head back and then her mouth is hot on mine. She presses down on me and her hips start to ride me harder and faster.
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