Chapter 10
TEN
Nina
He asked me not to make him wait, so naturally, it made me want to take my time.
Soaking in a cloud of bubbles, three quarters of the champagne obliterated, I pop a chocolate truffle into my mouth.
Tilting my head back against the rim of the sunken bathtub, I let the silky-smooth treat melt down my throat.
I’ve been no more than an hour—I’m sure of it. But as the rapping of his knuckles echoes off the smooth marble suite, I jump, legs slipping from the edge and champagne spilling over my breasts.
“Shit!”
“Nina? Are you okay in there?”
“Uh, yeah, just a sec!” I climb from the bath, wrapping myself in a towel and padding over to the door.
Swinging open the door, I find him on the threshold, arms crossed over his chest and looking down his nose at me. I shouldn’t laugh, but he’s mad, and mad Mase is fun to play with.
“Hello.” I smile, looking up through my brows seductively.
His head lowers, his eyes creasing in the corners as he watches me. “You’re late.”
I lift his wrist, checking the time. I don’t miss the immaculate black shirt, dark jeans and that smell. God, he smells edible. If possible, his eyebrows drop even lower.
“I have five minutes until seven thirty.”
“You were still in the bath.”
“Sorry, Mr Lowell.” I pout, leaning into his big body. “You want to wait whilst I finish up?”
“No,” he answers quickly.
I shrug. “Okay. Close the door on your way out.”
Mase
She’s pushing it. Pushing me and she knows it. She’s loving this. And so am. Fucking. I.
“Nina,” I warn as she turns from me, dropping her towel in the next second. “Fuck!” I groan, my fingers in a white-knuckle grip on the doorframe.
“Come on, Mase. We can go out later.” She eyes me over her shoulder.
“No, get dressed. Now,” I demand.
She has no idea how fucking gorgeous she is.
This is the first time I’ve seen her fully naked, always having something between us.
Yet she is everything I imagined and more.
My eyes try to take in every inch of her, but they are drawn to the curve of her hips.
That ass. Do not turn the fuck around. Worse, she bends, picking up the champagne at her feet.
Her perfect pink pussy is on full display, and it’s over, my control gone.
I’m behind her in two strides, one hand around her throat, the other cupping her cunt.
“You changed your mind.” She smiles.
I apply the slightest of pressure to her throat while squeezing her clit tight between my fingers. “You want to play, Pixie?” I say, sliding in three fingers without warning, pulling her ass back and hard onto my throbbing cock.
She gasps, her head falling to my shoulder, her body writhing against me. “Yes!”
I drop my hand before she can rub herself towards orgasm. “Bed. Now,” I ground out, spinning her to face me.
It takes every bit of my strength not to pull her puckered nipple into my mouth because if I do, I won’t stop, and I can’t fuck her in my bathroom right now. She smiles lazily up at me, and I worry she might have drunk too much.
I bend, lifting her over my shoulder and then carry her out to my bed.
“Fucking hell, Nina,” I rasp, looking down at her lying naked on my sheets. She drops her knees to the mattress, baring herself to me. My hands link together behind my neck as I fight to keep in control.
I don’t want to rush this.
Dropping my hands to her spread legs, I smooth them up her thighs.
“Is this for me?” I ask, dipping my thumb inside her tight little cunt.
“Hmmm,” she purrs.
“Nina,” I whisper, waiting for her eyes to find mine before leaning over her. I rub my thumb along her bottom lip, smearing her desire over the pouty flesh. Her tongue darts out to swipe away the saltiness, but I’m already there, licking and sucking at what’s meant for me.
Only me.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she pants between kisses. “I need you bare.”
Her words set something off inside me—something primal. The thought of having her again—nothing between us—has my throat working around a deep growl.
Leaning up, she grips my shirt between her fists, then she pulls at the fabric to rip it open. It doesn’t budge.
I smile down at the little spitfire, knowing what she wants but can’t manage herself. Slowly, I ease off of her, standing at my full height. I pop open the first two buttons, then rip the expensive as shit material straight down the middle, buttons flying off all over the room.
“Happy?” I ask, staring down at her, feeling like a caveman.
“You know I’m not,” she says with a suggestive smile.
“On your knees now,” I snap, making her squeal when I grab her ankle and flip her.
She goes to pull her legs up under her, but I’m already there. I drag her up by the hips, setting her on her knees.
“Don’t move.”
She shivers as my hands leave her. “Mase!”
“Don’t. Move.”
The room falls silent, and I stand watching her, slowly shedding my clothes until I’m naked. Completely bare. I drop to my knees on the floor, my mouth salivating at the need to taste her. She sucks in a breath as my index finger trails from the top of her spine to the curve of her ass.
I glide it down over her, pausing at her rear entrance.
Just, the slightest, of, pressur—
“Mase,” she panics.
I chuckle, sliding lower until I’m sinking into her. Deep down to my knuckle. I give her three slow pumps, watching mesmerised as she sucks me into her heat.
“So greedy.”
I pull my fingers out, planting my face exactly where it belongs. I suck on her slit long and hard as she tries to pull away from me, my arm wrapping around her waist to keep her exactly where I want her.
She moans my name, soft whimpers that have my cock throbbing with the need to be inside her. I plunge my tongue relentlessly into her, not stopping until she’s screaming into the sheets, body shaking and her cum is dripping to my chest.
Her body drops lax to the bed as I rise to stand above her. She twists, looking up at me, spent.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” I promise, my hand moving up and down my length.
She scoots to the edge of the bed, her lips parted and eager to please.
I shake my head, smiling as I push her down to the mattress. “I won’t last long in there, angel.”
I settle between her legs, palming her cheek as I thrust into her heat, every solid inch, my pelvis rolling over her sensitive clit. It’s enough to set her off again, her pussy clenching my cock in a death grip.
“Fuck!” I groan. “Or in here. Shit, Nina.” I search her eyes, but she is completely lost to her own pleasure.
My hips start to pound against her, my hands going to the backs of her knees to guide her body to mine. She seems to regain some composure and reaches between us, grabbing my balls and rolling them between her fingers.
I pull out, flipping her to her front again and meeting her hips as they rise to meet mine.
“Oh my god!” she cries, sinking her face into the sheet again.
I don’t stop, don’t ease up or relent until I get a tingling in the base of my spine, my toes curling into the carpet at my feet as my muscles lock tight.
“Fuck!” I growl, throwing my head back as I empty myself inside her.
Again.
Nina
My body lies spent beneath him, struggling to take his weight but too addicted to make him move. My initial plan was to prove a point. His gifts felt too much, too over the top.
“Why so serious?” He smiles into my neck, pulling out of me and rolling me so I’m on top of him.
A wave of panic floods me. Uncontrollable emotions I won’t ignore.
I can’t accept his gifts.
I climb off the bed, grabbing my towel to cover myself. “Mase, I don’t want your money. I don’t want you to buy me things.”
He sits up on his elbows, confusion marring his beautiful face. “It was only a bit of body wash, Nina, something you could wear to dinner.”
It was so much more than that, and he knows it. Who shops for a woman he’s just met? “No. It kept me here for the day, gave you the control you wanted.”
“And? Are you really calling me out on buying you nice things?” he questions, still lying gloriously naked. His cock sits heavy against his abdomen, already becoming hard again.
Stay strong, Nina.
“I’m calling you out on… on…” I huff, losing my train of thought.
Fuck it.
I drop my towel hoping it renders him just as stupid as he does me.
I walk to the bed and straddle him, dropping myself down onto his length until my ass hits his muscular thighs.
He growls, bringing his head to mine, but I don’t let him have the connection. I push him back to the bed, towering over him.
“I’m calling you out on keeping me here all day, alone, whilst you buggered off doing God knows what.” I rise to my knees, leaving only the tip left inside me.
The cords in his neck strain as he looks down at the place our bodies meet, desperate for me to take him. “You bought me that stuff so I wouldn’t need to go home today, yes?”
“Yes! I stand by that decision,” he argues.
I lower my knees a fraction before letting him slide out of me completely. “Wrong answer.” I smile.
“Fuck! Ride me, and I won’t buy you another gift ever again.”
His boyish plea has me relenting, but I want to get my point across.
Feeling ungrateful, I lean over him, still keeping our pelvises apart. “I’m thankful, truly I am. This is probably what most girls dream of, but it’s not what I want.” I smile sadly, wishing I wasn’t such a screwup.
His hand comes up, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “What do you want, angel?” he asks, his face growing serious.
Grasping his cock between us, I line him up, hesitating for just a second. “Right now? You.”
He lifts his hips, entering me on one swift thrust.
The light smell of smoke wakes me in the early hours, and I roll into the body beside me, not fully comprehending the smell.
He is so warm, so solid. It makes me feel safe.
But I can smell smoke, and I’m hungry. Really flipping hungry. The growl of my stomach has my legs untangling from Mason’s and carrying me from the bedroom.