He sucked in, pinning me harder against the door, pressing his cock into me, saturating me with need. His physique enveloped me, and all I wanted was to be consumed entirely by him, for him to devour me completely.
“Oh god…” I rubbed against him, needing to feel him. My hands moved under his shirt, feeling the curves of his abs, the scar running up his chest. “I need you.”
A strangled noise produced from his lips as he pulled away. “Fuck.” He ran his hand through his hair, moving back, fury riding his shoulders.
“What?” I couldn’t catch my breath.
“Wouldn’t fucking the barely twenty-year-old be a mistake?”
Flinching, I curled up my fingers. I knew he had heard me. “I-I didn’t mean that…”
“Then which one of us are you lying to, Emery?” He scoffed. “You seemed quite clear last week this was over. You tell your friend it was a mistake… now you want to ride my dick?” Embarrassment burned my cheeks. “Guess I should have taken you more seriously when you said this was only sex.”
He reached around me, grabbing for the door.
“Wait.” I slid over, blocking his exit.
“No. Move,” he growled. “I think I know my place.”
“You think this is easy for me?” I hissed. “I’m sleeping with someone not only younger than me, but the guy my niece is obsessed with. I have to look at myself every day in the mirror, no matter what, knowing what I did. I can’t do that to her.”
“What about me?” he spat. “Do I get a say? Or do I just have to stand there watching two guys all over you, knowing how it feels to kiss you, to be inside you?” He moved in closer. “I have never been interested in Addison. I’m here tonight because of you. Because I’m an idiot and can’t seem to stay away.”
“Really?” I spat. The hurt I tried to bury came slithering out of its grave. “Didn’t seem so hard for you to walk away.” I glared up at him. “One text, and you didn’t even respond. I didn’t see you fighting for this.”
“Oh.” His chin lifted. “Is that what I was supposed to do? Crawl on my hands and knees and beg for you to keep fucking me?” His frame seemed to expand above mine, making me feel tiny. “And here I thought girls grew out of playing games.”
“I’m not playing games,” I hissed. “But we both know this can’t go anywhere.”
“Why?”
“Why?” I sputtered. “Because…” I motioned to him. “You’re too young—”
“What a bullshit excuse. How many men date women ten years younger, and no one gives a shit?”
“It’s not that. It’s how those ten years separate us. I’ve been married, widowed… you are still in high school.”
“Actually, I dropped out. I’m getting my GED.”
“What?” My mouth opened. “Did you do that because of me?”
“Seriously?” He tilted his head, his lids narrowing. “Stop making me out like some lovesick puppy following you around. I make my own fucking decisions. I never wanted to be there, but I was for my grandparents. They thought it was what I wanted. We both realized that in making them happy, none of us were happy.” He stepped back up to me. “I’m not your plaything, Emery. To come running when you suddenly want me or scamper off when you’re done with me again. You are so worried about what others think, you’ll turn away from something you want.” He placed his hands on the door over my head, locking me in. “This week has been hell. And staying away from you was the hardest thing I had to do. It took everything I had not to sneak through your window at night.”
My breath hitched as he hit on the very fantasy I had envisioned.
“I saw your expression when Dr. Douche touched you or when fuckboy was hitting on you.” He clutched my chin. “I know the difference between your fake smiles and real ones. I’ve seen your face when you’re coming around my cock. I know when you’re pretending, hiding your pain so no one else will notice. I see you, Emery. I fucking feel you. Even when I’m not near you.”
My chest fluttered as though he cracked me open, seeing everything inside.
“I’ll ask you this once.” He leaned in closer, his mouth hovering over mine. “Tell me you don’t want this. That this week wasn’t torment for you too. Tell me you want me to walk away.” His throat bobbed. “And I will.”
I knew what I was supposed to say, what was right, but I couldn’t get my mouth to open. The terror I felt he would leave for good was like drowning, and I couldn’t catch my breath. This week had been excruciating. And I felt even worse for it. Not only my guilt over Addison, but the realization I had never really felt this way with Ben. He’d leave on business for weeks at a time. I was sad and missed him, but it was never physical pain. Never an ache so deep I couldn’t seem to settle, or the need to go to him didn’t overpower my every move.
“Tell me to go, and I will.” He leaned down, his nose grazing my neck, his warm breath sliding between my breasts. His mouth drifted across my jawline, suspending over my lips, waiting for my answer. “Emery?”
Hearing him call me, the command in his whisper, broke me. My mouth struck his with a needy force, biting his lower lip. A deep thunder came from him. Our desire was instant and desperate, clawing and biting. His hands seized me, pulling me closer, knotting through my hair roughly. Just the way Mason kissed created hysteria in me, whirling out all logic. I needed him more than I wanted air.
“Fuck, I missed you.” He easily picked me up, his hips pushing hard into me, making me feel every inch of him. Rock hard and pulsing. I groaned, my spine arching, my hips pushing back into him.
“Mason.” Begging, pleading, I no longer could muster any shame, my hands flicking the buttons of his jeans, sliding my hand behind his boxer briefs, gripping him. My thumb skimmed over the tip of him, rolling and rubbing.
He hissed, rocking into my palm, his fingers pushing down my top and bra. He dug into my thigh as his mouth covered my breast, sucking hard on my nipple.
I tried to keep my cry back, my vocals burning with hoarseness. “Please. Now.”
“Fuck, I’m thankful this is two-piece.” He pushed my pants and underwear down just enough, and his fingers slipped into me, his moan going deeper when he felt how wet I was.
“Aunt Emery?” The door against my back tried to open, Addison’s voice coming through. “Are you in here?” The knob jiggled.
My bedroom door had no lock on it.
I froze. My breath, my muscles. The heat that had been peppering my skin turned cold. Mason’s eyes met mine, his fingers still inside me, panic filling both of us.
Oh. Holy. Fuck.
“Yes. Just a moment.” Dropping away from him, I shoved him toward my closet. “Go!” I mouthed to him, my heartbeat thwacking against my ribs. Mason crawled inside as I straightened my hair and clothes, my stomach twisting into a braid as I reached for the door. Would she know? Did she see him walk back here?
Plastering my face in a smile, I pretended the door was jammed before swinging it open.
“Sorry, this door is sticking lately.”