Fallen Crest High(95)

When I was able to move again, I shivered as I remembered what we'd done.

I grew wet again and Mason lifted his head from my chest. He gave me a lazy and slow smile. "Already?"

I laughed huskily and shoved him out of me. His penis slid out. I missed it as soon as it was gone. Something was missing.

I shook my head at that yearning. "I have a feeling we'll be going again if we don't get some distance." Then I fell back again and laughed. He rose above me and cupped the side of my face. When he turned me towards him, my eyes met his.

They were narrowed and somber.

I was breathless again. My chest wanted to rise and fall, but it was frozen in place.

Then he leaned down and touched his lips to mine. It was a soft kiss, tender.

As he pulled away, he pressed another to my forehead before he stood up. I sat up and watched as he strolled to the bathroom. His body was made of contour and muscles. He was sculpted as a statue. The added comfort he had with his body, which he didn't give a damn if he were naked or wore clothes, took my breath away.

I climbed out of the bed and followed him to the shower.

He opened the door, but I shook my head and climbed onto the counter. I leaned back against the mirror and watched him shower. When he realized what I was going to do, his eyes darkened and the corner of his mouth curved up, but he finished washing himself. He left the door open and as he was done, he leaned over me to reach for a towel.

His chest rubbed against my breasts.

He held himself across me. I looked over, he must've had a towel by then, but his lips caught mine. He'd been waiting for me. After a long and hungry kiss, he pulled back and strolled to the bedroom.

I tipped my head back and groaned. Everything in me was mush. My legs were jelly, but I managed to push off the counter and went into the shower. The water cooled me down. When I went back to the room, Mason was on the edge of the bed. He had pulled on a pair of jeans that rode low on his hips. As he reached for a shirt in the closet, he glanced over. "Do you have any clothes?"

"In my room." I fell back on his bed with a towel wrapped around me.

My whole body tingled with awareness. I felt alive. It was like I'd gone for another three hour run. And then his question penetrated and I jerked upright. "I don't have any clothes!"

He chuckled and sat beside me. His thigh brushed against my bare one. "That's why I asked. You want me to go and get you some?"

"How far away is my room?"

He grimaced. "Logan assigned the rooms and he put you on the opposite side of the house."

I glared at him.

He grinned. "Logan's way of a joke."

I groaned. "I can't believe this."

Mason flicked me on the shoulder and stood. As he lifted his arms above his head and stretched, he remarked, "Chill. I'll go get you some clothes."

"And if someone sees you?"

His arms dropped to his sides and he chuckled. The genuine sound of it sent another burst of tingles through me. He shrugged. "Who cares? I can always pull the sister card if I have to."

I groaned again.

He went to the door and glanced back to wink. "Not that I gave a shit about that before. I'll be back." He tapped the door twice and sent me a farewell grin before he disappeared behind it.

And I was left alone.

Alarm shot through me. What had we just done?

And then I remembered. The images of us flashed in my mind. A shiver from desire came over me and I melted into his sheets.

I wanted him again.

As more images flared through me, I rolled over and let loose a yell into his pillows. I knew that I'd want him for a long time.