It shouldn’t have swayed her, but the look on his face, the authoritative way he said it, like a vow, made something inside her sigh and flutter. Made her believe he would protect her no matter what.
The hand at her breast shifted, his thumb sliding across her straining nipple, scattering her chaotic thoughts. Her lace bra was so thin she felt every exquisite movement. She bit her lip and pushed closer to his hand, needing more contact.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Avery.” He kissed her again, a firm press of his lips on her chin, her jaw. The flick of his tongue as his mouth reached the side of her neck.
She shivered, her eyes falling closed once more, her body arching into his. He was hard and thick against her thigh, inches from where she craved pressure and friction. She was already hot and wet for him.
His tongue slid over the sensitive skin on her neck just as he tugged the strap of her dress down. She tightened her hold on his shoulders, holding her breath as he eased the lace of her bra down with it. He tucked the lace beneath her breast, pushing it upward slightly, framed by the soft fabric.
His thumb trailed across her exposed nipple. She sucked in a breath and bit down to trap the moan in her throat. Mason raised his head to watch her, the faint bit of light on his face making his eyes glow like blue flame.
He caught her nipple between his thumb and fingers and rolled it gently. Avery came up on her toes, a moan spilling free before she could stop it.
Mason’s mouth covered hers, his tongue plunging inside. Capturing the sound as he tormented her with his fingers.
The pressure between her legs was almost unbearable, the feel of his erection against her leg taunting her. She shifted her stance and rubbed against his solid thigh. Her whimper was drowned out by another kiss, his tongue teasing hers as he shifted to press his thigh right where she needed it.
She shuddered and clung to him, now clutching at his back. Her breathing was ragged, her heart thundering in her ears, need tearing through her. She was so wet, and getting wetter, desperate for relief.
His mouth left hers, his dark head dipping while he hooked one arm around the middle of her back, pulling her exposed breast toward his waiting mouth. Avery stifled a whimper as pleasure shot through her, every pull of that hot, wicked mouth making her crazy.
She tried to rock her hips into him but he held her fast, one hand clamped tight on her hip, the other forcing her back to curve more. All she could do was hold on and hope he didn’t stop, his commanding grip turning her on even more. She wanted this. Wanted him.
He pulled down the other strap of her dress. Her other nipple tingled, her whole body tightening as she slid her hands into his hair and urged his mouth to the straining peak.
He obliged, sucking tenderly even as the pressure of his thigh lifted from between her legs. She made a sound of protest but he cut it off with another bone-melting kiss, then paused to stare at her.
His hand stroked down the side of her dress to her bare knee and gripped her thigh just above it, the heat of his palm sending a rush of sensation straight to her aching center. “You all wet, Avery?” he murmured, his lips only a breath away from hers.
She couldn’t answer. Wouldn’t, unsure how far she was willing to take this. Semi-public sex while people passed by and her entire family was in the next room?
His thumb rubbed gently up and down on the inside of her thigh, a slow, seductive caress that made her belly contract. Mason watched her eyes as he slowly eased his hand upward, inching his hand along her inner thigh, and paused inches from the edge of her panties, his long fingers wrapping around her bare thigh.
He kissed her again, plunged his tongue between her lips to stroke hers, then withdrew. The way he watched her was so incredibly intimate. Like he was reveling in every moment of this and cataloguing her reactions. Getting off on them. It only made her hotter.
He shifted the hand on her thigh, grazing the backs of his fingers up the front of her panties. Avery made an incoherent sound and fought to stay still, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt stretched taut across his shoulder blades.
“Do you want to come, angel eyes?” he murmured.
Avery swallowed, her erratic breathing loud to her ears. She was swollen and wet. Desperate for relief, and he was so fucking sexy she couldn’t think. He had her half-naked, her breasts exposed to the cool air, yet she was burning.
He really wanted her. And she believed that he wouldn’t let anyone see them.
Her control teetered.
His hand moved, his fingers pressing lightly over the lace covering her swollen clit. “Do you?” His voice was a dark, velvet whisper. Sin and seduction, with the promise of ecstasy if she was brave enough to take it.
He grasped the edge of her lace thong and eased his fingers beneath it. Avery inhaled sharply, a ragged moan slipping out on the exhale. Oh, shit…
Mason captured the sound with his mouth, his tongue soothing hers, teasing. Making the ache in her center worse as his fingertips made contact with her swollen folds.
She fought to part her legs against his restraining hold and rock into his hand, her fingers clenching in his hair. She’d never needed like this. He’d turned her into someone unrecognizable, her entire being focused on finding the release she craved more than her next breath.
He made a low sound of either enjoyment or approval and kissed her, his fingertips unerringly finding the taut bud of her clit.
She shuddered, a soft sob ripping free. Please. Please!
He circled the nub, caressing it with careful pressure that made her knees wobble, his mouth slowly consuming hers. Her thigh muscles quivered, the heat between her legs growing to a fever pitch.
Avery gripped the back of his neck and pressed her burning cheek to his, panting. “Mason,” she gasped out.
His arm moved. Pressure registered at her core, then his fingers slid inside her, simultaneously easing the ache and making it worse while his thumb stroked her clit. She groaned and pressed tighter to him, trembling.
His free hand skimmed up her ribs to roll her taut nipple, his other busy making her mindless. He added more pressure there, stroking over the hot glow inside her. “Ride my hand,” he ordered her, everything about him rock steady. Utterly in control of the situation, and her.
Avery blindly reached down to grab the hand between her legs and clamped down on it, adding pressure so she could rock against it. Her breath halted as thick, decadent pleasure swamped her.
So close. So damn close…
Her body gathered for the final leap, her belly muscles contracting, a soft cry spilling free.
Mason turned his head and caught her mouth with his, absorbing it, his big body caging her in as she shattered. She quivered and shook, moaning into his mouth as ecstasy shot through her.
He didn’t move, didn’t change anything as slowly the pleasure began to ebb, leaving her limp and gasping, clinging to him like a drowning woman. A cool draft washed over her flushed, damp skin, the confines of the utility room registering again in her consciousness.
Mason gentled the kiss, tenderly nibbling on her lower lip before raising his head.
She was too dazed to do anything but give a small groan and rest her forehead against his shoulder. He ran a hand up her back, then gently eased her bra and dress back into place. Then, curving an arm around her back, he held her close, his hand cradling the back of her head.
His other fingers were still inside her, tiny aftershock pulses rippling around them. Finally, he eased his hand from between her legs and kissed her temple. “Stay there,” he whispered.