Chapter 12
12
M ason's heart pounded in his chest as he felt Carley's body pressed against his. He really wanted her. He just didn't know if he could handle it if she couldn't deal with him. He'd given up so much in his life for the military, for his career. One of those things was emotional entanglements with anyone.
He'd had women, but no relationships.
This was the first honest-to-goodness time in his life that he wondered if he could make it work. He sure wanted to. He felt differently about Carley. She was, oh, she was something.
She smiled all the time. She was happy. She was smart. She was beautiful. She was a bright ray of sunshine every time she walked into the room. Who wouldn't want someone like that in their life?
She was running her own business. She was self-sufficient. That's what he wanted. That's what he'd always wanted. He didn't realize it till just recently.
He'd woken up this morning excited that he'd be seeing her today. He'd never woken up in the morning excited to be seeing someone. That's really all he needed to know, right? Let the chips fall where they may.
His hand slid down her back. He cupped her ass and squeezed. She felt good in his hands. Like she was born to be there. Her scent was unbelievable. She smelled citrusy and more. Her body pressed into his felt perfect. She was soft in all the right places and firm where it mattered.
His lips moved against hers and he pulled her tighter to him. His cock roared to life.
She whimpered when she felt the hardness pressing into her. Her hands gripped his hair, and she tugged tightly. Dammit, that excited the shit out of him.
He pushed into her and she did it again. She tugged at his hair and fisted her hands in it. He walked her back against the counter and pushed himself into her again.
And she moaned.
He needed to get out of his head is what he needed. She was right. He had to start living a life. What he really needed right now was Carley.
Her hands left his hair. And quickly slid down his body and under his T-shirt. Her hands on his bare skin made that old electric current sizzle right through him.
Her hands were soft. They were smooth as they brushed over his body.
Up his chest.
Her thumbs rolled over his nipples and his breath stopped for a moment.
Then her hands slid to his back and fully embraced him, and his heartbeat increased.
Slowly her hands slid down and tucked into his sweatpants. His mind damn near went blank.
Her hands smoothed over his ass and pulled him into her tightly.
His breathing came in spurts, and he pulled his lips from hers for a moment. He lay his forehead against hers. "Carley." He swallowed to wet his throat. "If we do this..."
"I want to do this." she huffed.
"It's gonna change everything."
She swallowed. "I hope so."
Did she though? He didn't know if she really knew. He'd killed people. He'd...
Indecision played with his head for a while until her hands slid around to the front of his sweatpants and her fingers wrapped around his cock.
God.
That.
Felt.
Amazing.
He pushed into her a few times. Her hand moved up and down his length and he couldn't think when she did that.
She kissed his collarbone as her hand worked him.
His hands started undoing the button and zipper on her slacks. As soon as he had them open, they slid down her legs easily. They were made from some slippery material, the way they molded around her ass made him stare at her all day. Most of the day.
As good as they made her ass look, she was gonna look better without them.
As if she could hear his thoughts, she stepped out of her pants, continuing to hold his cock in her hand.
Her other hand slipped under and cupped his balls. The air whooshed out of his lungs.
"Carley."
She kissed his collarbone.
"Stop thinking."
"But..."
"Stop thinking."
She slid his sweatpants down his hips. And he slipped her panties over her hips. He lifted her onto the counter and pulled her toward the edge. He was grateful he was tall. He froze though.
"I don't have a condom."
The air whooshed from her lungs. "Shit."
"I think I have one in the bedroom somewhere. It's packed." He swallowed. "Maybe it's still in the nightstand. I didn't unpack the drawers."
"Let's go see." She hopped off the counter.
He moved to the bedroom holding her hand in his. To the right of the bed was one of his bedside tables. He pulled the drawer open. There was a box of condoms at the back of the drawer. He pulled one out and turned with a grin on his face. He held it up between them.
He swallowed, "You sure?"
That smile. That smile that she lit the room up with appeared on her face.
"Yes, I'm sure."
He ripped open the condom. She took it from him and rolled it onto his cock. Well, dammit, that felt good. She fumbled a little bit. Clearly, she wasn't used to doing this. That actually made him happy.
He helped her roll it on the very end. Then he pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips firmly. He walked them the few steps to the bed.
As soon as the back of her knees hit the bed, he gently lay her down. She scooted toward the middle of the bed, and he scooted with her. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
He swallowed as he looked into her eyes. Man, he dreamed about this. Never, never, ever did he think that dream would come true.
But he dreamed about it.
He positioned his cock at her entrance and slowly slid himself inside.
She huffed out her breath and moaned when he entered her. He closed his eyes for a moment. He wanted to remember how this felt. He wanted to remember everything about this. It may have to sustain him sometime in the future.
He pulled himself out and then slid back in again. The feeling was just as good as the first time. Her body wrapped around him tightly. Her hands gripped his butt and pulled him into her again and again. Her hips rose to meet him at every thrust. The feeling was incredible.
In and out he moved with her. His lips kissed hers. Kissed her cheek, kissed her forehead.
Each time his body moved in and out of hers, the feeling was incredible.
They stared into each other's eyes for a long time as he moved.
Her face was flushed.
He felt himself sweating. The room was warm.
He pushed in again, and again, and again.
Her hands gripped tightly on his ass.
"Mason, I'm going to come."
"Do it," he growled.
"But I want you."
He pushed in two more times, and she cried out.
He watched her face as the pleasure washed over her.
He pushed in a few more times and followed her over the cliff of pleasure.