When I'm Gone (Rosemary Beach #11)(48)

He paused a moment, and then his mouth trailed kisses back down my neck and across my shoulder. “I thought about that. I’ve been thinking about it. I need to keep you with me when I touch you. So I want to try it again, but I won’t stop talking to you. I will reassure you the whole time and make sure you know it’s me. Can we try?”

My breasts were aching, but the space between my legs felt like it was on fire. I wanted this. My body wanted it. And I loved Mase. He wanted this. “OK,” I replied.

“Thank f*ck,” he growled. He picked me up like a child and carried me to the bed and lay down beside me. “You smell so good. When I’m back home, I lie in my bed at night, and I can smell a hint of you. It teases me. I want you there. With me,” he whispered in my ear, as he slowly began easing his hand inside my shorts. I didn’t have on panties underneath, and he was about to find that out.

When he slid down far enough to realize it, he stopped. “Baby, you aren’t wearing panties,” he said in a deep voice.

I turned my head so I could see him.

His eyes looked much like they did when I was touching him. This excited him that much. The wetness between my legs got worse, and I was embarrassed for him to discover how turned-on I was.

“Open your legs. Please, for me. Let me touch you. I want to see you come for me. Feel your wetness on my hand. Can you give me that, Reese? I want it so bad.”

I swallowed nervously. “I’m wet now,” I said, feeling mortified at even having to say it.

His eyes flashed something so intense it made my heart skip a beat. His fingers slid down over my mound and into the folds below. The needy ache I’d had down there all morning was now a throb, and I had to grab his arm to keep from shooting off the bed.

“Oh, f*ck,” he said in a low groan, and he buried his head in my neck. “Sweetest * in the world is soaking wet for me.”

He was happy about it. I would have breathed a sigh of relief, but his fingers began to move, and all I could do was make noises and hold on to his arm and a fistful of the sheet.

“That’s all me. My hand between your legs. My fingers touching your little *. Me, baby. Me. It’s all mine. I’ll always take care of you. Nothing or no one will hurt you.” His voice was low and at my ear. I was shivering and clinging to him.

He wanted to keep me in the moment with him, and he was doing a wonderful job. I wasn’t sure I could be anywhere else.

“When you’re ready, I’m going to put my mouth right here,” he said, as he ran his finger over my most sensitive spot. “I’m going to lick this button until you scream and claw at my back while you come on my face. You’ll love it. I swear you will. You will hold my head there and beg me not to stop. Because it will be me.”

The building feeling inside of me was growing, and I knew what this was. I’d once brought myself to release before things . . . happened. I had played fantasies in my head with boys at school while in bed at night. But this was something stronger. It was similar, but it was bigger. I wanted it. I wanted it with Mase.

“That’s it, baby. Let me have your pleasure. Give it to me. I want to see you fall apart for me. I want to see my girl feel good in my arms. You’re so beautiful.”

With those words, I broke apart, screaming his name as my body shook and he held me tight. His hand stayed on me, cupping me and riding through the waves of ecstasy with me. I was chanting his name. I heard it in the distance.

He was calling me baby and telling me I was incredible.

I didn’t want to come back. This trip was one I could live on.

But eventually, it eased, and I slowly descended back to earth. Mase’s arms were still around me, holding me close, and his hand remained on me. His breathing was hard, and his eyes were dark and heated as he stared down at me. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed, as I blinked and finally focused on him.

I couldn’t talk just yet. That hadn’t been at all what I’d experienced in my bed when I was younger. My fingers did not make me do that. Was that even healthy? It was so good it had to be dangerous. And I wanted to do it again. Now.

“I don’t want to move my hand. It’s coated with you, and I want to keep it that way,” he said, moving his head to press a kiss to my nose. “That was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I swear to God, you’ve got me so wrapped around you I can’t see straight. I’d stay in this bed and make you come over and over if you’d let me.”

I would let him. I was liking that idea. A lot.

Mase

I could die a happy man. I felt sorry for the other men in the world, because they’d never know what Reese looked like when she came. I did. She was mine. The urge to pound on my chest was strong. I fought it off. But God, I wanted to.

Reese came out of the bedroom dressed in blue jeans shorts and a pale yellow blouse that tied at the waist. She looked young and fresh. I wanted to take her back to bed and sink into all of it. Watch her get naughty and ride my hand like her life depended on it.

But she’d given me enough today. I wasn’t pushing her again. Not when we’d been so successful this morning. My talking to her and keeping her with me the whole time had not only worked, but it had excited her more. The more I talked, the more turned-on she got.

It was enough for now.

“When do you have to leave?” she asked, breaking into my thoughts and reminding me that I had to leave her.