Chapter 11 Lee
Lee
“Fuck! Mason, I’m sorry! Are you okay?” I said, as my body came to rest on top of him. When I’d tripped, my fucking hip had locked up at that crucial second, and now I felt like a cartoon character that got hit on the head with a mallet and had little stars and tweetie birds circling my head.
Mason must have been feeling the same, because his hard, lean body lay still under mine. I rested my weight on my elbows as I levered my weight off him, trying to convince my hip to work properly. After giving him a concussion, the least I could do was avoid crushing the life out of him…
He lay beneath me, his dark hair spread around his head like a curly halo, his eyes closed.
There was just a bit of dark scruff shadowing across his upper lip and on his chin.
God, I really wanted to find out what that scruff would feel like against my lips, my thighs…
Our bodies were pressed together from our chests down.
I’d managed to avoid kneeing him in the balls, but one of my legs had ended up between his thighs, and as I sat up our groins rubbing together deliciously, despite the pain our heads had caused.
“Mason?” I said louder, beginning to worry because he still hadn’t opened his eyes.
I saw his throat work as he swallowed, then saw his eyes open slowly.
He looked a little dazed at first, his eyes wide.
I watched with fascination as the gold ring around his pupils expanded and contracted as his eyes adjusted to the light from the bathroom.
“Are you okay?” I asked softly, one hand reaching out to stabilize his neck as my fingers cautiously began checking his forehead for damage.
“Um, yeah, I think so,” he said, his eyes finally seeming to focus on my lips for a moment. His own lips parted and his tongue darted out to moisten them, a deep blush starting on his cheeks.
“Are you sure? No dizziness, or nausea, or…” I stopped as I leaned forward to get a better look at his forehead, trying to make sure there hadn’t been any major damage.
As I moved, I felt him gasp, his breath hitting my neck as I leaned forward.
I froze, afraid I’d hurt him somehow, then realized with a start that it hadn’t been a gasp of pain, but of pleasure.
Our bodies were still pressed against each other, only now we were both sporting erections that rubbed enticingly as we moved.
“No…” he said, his voice a bit breathy. “Nothing like that,” he finished, his eyes meeting mine, his blush getting even darker.
I was fascinated by that blush. I really wanted to see how far down his body it would go.
My own face heated as I moved, realizing this situation was probably freaking him out.
I started to sit up when Mason’s arms wound reflexively around me, his hands tentatively resting on my back. I’d expected them to let go as I started to move but they tightened instead of loosened, holding me in place.
“…Mason?” I asked, my voice rising in question, my heart beginning to thud erratically. There was no way he was thinking what I was thinking… was there?
“Lee…” he answered, his voice breathy, my name almost a sigh on his lips. My pulse pounded in my ears, beating a staccato rhythm in my head as we lay there on the bed, bodies entwined.
“Oh god,” he said, when I tried again to move away from him, his eyes closed, perhaps in delight, at the movement, his hips grinding against mine almost of their own volition.
“That… that feels…” he bit back a groan.
I understood. I was at a loss for words, too.
I was fighting my own body, trying desperately not to grind back against him.
He felt so damn good beneath me – his body firm and tight, his right hand sliding down to my waist, the left making slow circles on my back, his eyes still closed.
I didn’t think he even realized what he was doing.
“Mason,” I whispered his name this time and his eyes flew open again. I looked into that stunning face, those beautiful lips, that all I wanted to do was taste. I could feel his breath on my skin as I leaned closer, and his hands tightening on my back.
The entire day, I’d been fighting my attraction to this man, trying to give him space.
The last thing I wanted to be was like one of those crazy fans who were all over their famous crush.
He wasn’t my date. Hell, he wasn’t even my friend.
Yet here I was, almost literally throwing myself on top of him.
Okay, not on purpose, but still… My heart was beating so loudly it seemed he had to be able to hear it.
His eyes opened a little wider as I drew closer, and I watched as he swallowed nervously, apprehension skittering across his face.
Realization washed over me and doused my heated lust as surely as a cold bucket of water.
Shit, I was an asshole. What was I thinking?
This guy had endured a shitty life of people taking away all his choices, and here I was doing the exact same thing to him.
In Mack’s bed, no less. The last thought sent a spasm of pain and guilt through my chest.
“I’m—Fuck!” I sat up abruptly, this time easily breaking his hold on me and rolling away from him.
“T-that was so out of line,” I said angrily, guiltily avoiding his gaze. Shame made me unable to say anything more, so I grabbed my things and fled, slamming the bedroom door shut behind me.