Chapter 18
LILY
The vibrator hums against me, my thighs trembling as I arch into the vibration. My eyes are squeezed shut but I can still see him—Mason standing at the bar next to me, that dark intensity burning through me, his body protecting me from everyone else in the room.
In my mind, he doesn’t just stand there. His hand reaches and unbuttons my pants.
I shift my legs, pretending I’m still on that barstool warmed by his body. I squeeze my eyes shut, imagining his hand squeezing into the opening, his fingers sliding in.
In my mind, I hear him groan, his body leaning closer as he whispers, You’re so fucking wet.
I move the vibrator, focusing it on my clit, picturing his finger rubbing me there, firm and insistent, his gaze sharp on my face, watching, making sure I liked it, making sure I was right there with him.
Gripping the sheets, I moan. I'm so close, teetering on the edge of something that feels like reclamation and surrender all at once.
My hips rock against the vibrator and I'm there, right there, completely consumed by Mason—by the intensity of him, the safety of him, the terrifying vulnerability of wanting someone this much after so long in the dark.
In my mind, Mason nuzzles the side of my face, his lips close to my ear as he says, My pretty girl. Come for me. Come for me and then I’ll give you more.
“Yes.” I’m so close. I grip the pillow over my head and cry out. “Mason.”