When You're Back (Rosemary Beach #12)(7)

My body trembled with the thrill of what was to come, and I turned and leaned toward the wall, bracing myself as I lifted my bottom up for him.

His finger brushed back and forth over the freckle. “Love this. Drives me f*cking crazy,” he said, and his lips pressed against the small of my back and began trailing kisses over my ass until he was licking and kissing the freckle. “My freckle,” he said against my skin.

My knees felt weak, and my body trembled.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded, and the tone of his voice made my insides quiver. I moved them apart and hoped I wouldn’t crumple to the ground.

“My *,” he said, just before his tongue began tasting me there.

I was his. Everything about me belonged to Mase Colt Manning. I cried out his name as he began to tease my clit.

“Be good, baby. This is my dessert.”

“Mase,” I whimpered, not sure I could stand there much longer.

“Yes, baby?” His warm breath bathed my sensitive flesh, and the pulsing need grew stronger.

“I can’t . . . stand,” I said, feeling my knees start to give out.

His hands were on my waist, picking me up and turning me around. “I got you,” he said, before bending down, taking one of my legs, and draping it over his shoulder.

Another whimper escaped from me at the sight of Mase on his knees like that.

“Just let me love you,” he said with a fierce look, before burying his face between my legs.

I grabbed his shoulders and cried out as he took me to another realm of pleasure.

My eyes fluttered open as my back hit the soft bed. I glanced up at Mase. His body was dry, but his hair was still damp. The smug smile on his face made me ache for more, even though I wasn’t sure I could do more.

He pulled back the covers and crawled in beside me, then covered us both up.

“Glad you’re back,” he said, holding me close. “That must have been one hell of an orgasm.”

I frowned. “It was . . . but . . .” I couldn’t remember what had happened after it hit me. I had splintered off into a million pieces, and Mase had just kept sliding his tongue over me until I couldn’t take any more. I’d been begging and gasping for air and then . . . nothing.

“Either you’re exhausted, or I’m just that damn good,” he said, sounding pleased with himself.

“What happened?” I finally asked.

Mase bent his head and kissed my forehead. “You passed out from your orgasm after screaming my name. It was amazing.”

“Oh, my God,” I whispered. “I didn’t know that could happen.”

“Me, neither,” he replied, still grinning.

“You just kept going and . . .”

“You taste like a f*cking cinnamon bun, and when you come, it’s like sweet cream. I couldn’t stop. It was too damn good.”

I buried my face in his chest. I was embarrassed and pleased.

He chuckled and held me tighter. “Told you that * was gonna own me.”

I inhaled him and clung closer.

“Sleep, baby. You’re exhausted. Get some rest.”

“I love you,” I said, leaning my head back to look up at him.

“And that makes me the luckiest man in the world.”

His eyes warmed me up, inside and out. I laid my head against his chest, and sleep came quickly.

Mase

The next day, I discovered that Aida and I would be the only Colts at the Stouts’ party. My stepdad had needed to drive to Austin for business, and my momma had gone with him. She had called and asked me to take Aida with us. She didn’t want her to drive over there alone. I wasn’t sure I trusted Aida to be nice to Reese yet, but I’d asked her to come with us anyway.

After making love to Reese on the kitchen table after breakfast, then again on the sofa while we were supposed to be watching a movie, and then again on the bed when she’d gone to take a nap, she’d really needed to get some rest. I’d woken her up an hour ago so she’d have time to get ready.

I heard a knock on the door, and when I opened it, Aida smiled up at me. She was wearing a red dress that probably cost too much money and a pair of stiletto heels, which actually wasn’t unusual for this kind of party. The Stouts were incredibly wealthy and ran in elite circles. She seemed happy and in a better mood. Relieved, I stepped back and let her in.

“Reese should be ready in a few minutes,” I told her.

Just as I said the words, the bedroom door opened, and I turned to see Reese stepping out of the room wearing a short blue-jeans skirt with a pair of boots. All I saw was her legs. Holy hell, her legs were really out there. Mine. Men weren’t going to be able to take their eyes off them.

I lifted my gaze to see she was also wearing a pretty white blouse tied around her waist. The fabric showed off the sunkissed glow of her skin. I met her gaze, and my breath hitched. Her long dark hair was pulled to the side and draped over one shoulder. As always, her makeup was minimal. I wouldn’t be able to let her out of my sight tonight.

“You’re gorgeous, baby. Maybe we should just stay here,” I said, honestly considering it.

Reese’s smile brightened, and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“Uh, yeah . . . I guess blue jeans will do,” Aida said hesitantly.

Reese’s face fell immediately, and worry touched her brow. I knew her wardrobe was limited. She didn’t have designer clothing like the other women who would be at this barbecue, but no one there would hold a candle to Reese. An expensive dress couldn’t compete with her.