Chapter 2 #4
“Rebecca, behave yourself,” he pleaded huskily, his back almost to the door.
“To use your favorite expression, Mason,” she smiled. “Not a chance.”
Kicking off her heels she walked over and switched on the music, smiling when ‘It Had to Be You’ came softly through the speakers. How appropriate she thought as she unclipped her hair, dropping the black sparkly piece into a dish on the mantle.
The golden vision before him caused his throat to go dry and for a split second Mason thought about running but his male pride wouldn’t let him.
Get a grip man, he thought, she’s only one small female.
What’s she going to do, rape you? A little voice responded you can’t rape the willing. “Oh God,”he groaned.
Rebecca came to him then and holding his hand led him over to the couch. Plumping the pillows she gently pushed him down.
Curiosity and desire were a deadly combination Mason decided as he docilely went along with her direction. When she seated herself on his lap he tried to picture her as a little girl but the contrast was too strong. Wiggling slightly to get comfortable she almost drove him over the edge.
Rebecca reached up and began undoing his tie. Looking deeply into his eyes she was surprised to see almost panic there. Gently she massaged his temples, feathering light kisses across his mouth.
Mason was holding his own now, having given himself a firm lecture about taking advantage of inquisitive, inexperienced females.
Let her have her fun he told himself, feeling better, secure in his superior expertise.
How far was she prepared to go in this seduction scene?
Better to let her practice her new found skills on him than some wet behind the ears kid, or worse some punk who was full of himself.
Maybe she was trying to pay him back for those passionate kisses the other night, leaving her with emotions she didn’t know how to handle.
Rebecca curled into him. As her black silk covered legs bent, her soft dress slid to mid-thigh.
Sensing his withdrawal and frantic to regain the advantage, she unbuttoned his shirt.
At the sight of his naked chest, she began to lose control.
The hard muscles and soft curling black hair made her forget her destination.
Alternately running her fingers over him and gently scraping with her nails she experienced a burning deep inside and quickly tugged the shirt out of the waist band of his slacks.
Snuggling closer, only the fabric of her dress separating them, she softly traced her tongue along his ear and down the side of his neck, sucking gently.
It was at this point that Mason began having real doubts about his ability to control anything.
The soft form curled against him was causing havoc.
Her bottom was pressed snugly against his arousal and she was rocking gently.
He could feel the heat of her through her dress and his pants.
Taking several deep breaths he tried to reason with her.
“Rebecca stop,” he pleaded, cringing at the sound of his own voice thick with need. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
“The same thing you’ve been doing to me for the last week,” she replied, nibbling across his chest. Almost panting, she couldn’t get close enough and pressed down harder, feeling his hard length through her clothing.
Taking the situation in hand Mason grasped her shoulders and gave her a slight shake.
“I said stop,” he growled. “What are you trying to prove…that you can turn me on…make me forget all my good intentions? Well I think you know that. Where we go from here is dangerous ground, honey. Desire can’t be turned on and off like a switch and I won’t be used to further your education.
Whatever happens from here you damn well better mean it. ”
“Oh, I mean it, Mason,” she softly replied. “I’ve never meant anything more in my life.” Taking hold of his hand she laid it on her leg and started sliding it upward.
The sight of her slim legs slowly being revealed excited him more than he thought possible.
When he glimpsed the black garter and the soft flesh above her stocking, fire exploded through him, a flame raging out of control.
Gone was the man who’d felt his superior control capable of handling Rebecca.
In his place was a man whose only desire was to go after what he’d been fighting against for years it seemed.
She was his, had always been his. A woman he knew in his soul was made for him, and come morning she’d know it too.
Crushing her to him, his lips found hers with a heat that left her in no doubt, the wait was over.
She exalted in the freedom to touch and caress him as she so longed to do.
Rising swiftly he bore her slight form in his arms as he went down the hall to her bedroom, kicking the door shut with his foot.
Standing her on her shaking legs he unbuckled her belt and sent it flying across the room.
His hands shook as he unzipped her dress letting it fall to the floor.
The silky black slip fell next as he eased it over her hips.
Rebecca stood there quivering with the force of her hunger.