Chapter 7 #2
Back and forth from the door to the bed he paced, pausing to peer down into her face he again felt her cheeks.
Bending low he listened to her steady breathing.
Deceptively calm he dialed her work number, telling Sara that she wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be in today.
He then called his office and told them he wouldn't be in for the rest of the day.
The tone of his voice was enough to discourage any questions.
With the same methodical movements he picked up the bottle of pills and going into the bathroom, flushed the rest down the toilet.
Mason stopped and inspected Rebecca's small form under the white comforter one more time before he went into the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee. And wait.
A silvery moon was rising by the time Rebecca awoke. Lying for a moment confused and disoriented, she tried to get her thoughts in order. She remembered calling Mason for a ride but after that it was all a haze.
Stumbling from the bed she made her way into the bathroom, splashing water on her face.
Rebecca couldn't believe she had gone back to bed.
Sara must be worried sick. She had never missed work without calling in.
Hurrying to the door she opened it and proceeded to walk smack into a broad chest with the impact of a butterfly hitting a brick wall.
Strong hands came out to steady her and then dropped as if they couldn't bear to touch her.
Pushing the hair out of her eyes she looked up into a pair of eyes that were extraordinary blue gray, eyes that accused and at the same time mesmerized her.
For once Rebecca was speechless. They played a game of advance and retreat across the bedroom carpet. For every step Mason took toward her she took two back until her knees were pressed against the bed.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, trembling slightly from the sheer tension she sensed in him.
Mason didn't answer, just continued to look down at her until she sat down on the bed, unable to maintain the uncomfortable position of her neck.
“Of all the harebrained things you’ve done lately, this takes the cake,” he roared, at last breaking his silence. Hands on his hips he began to pace back in forth in front of the bed, looking like a thunder cloud.
Rebecca, still not sure what he was ranting and raving about, decided the best course of action was to let him get whatever it was out of his system. He didn't look like anyone she wanted to tangle with right now.
“Honestly, I don't know what possesses you,” he said stopping to bend and glare at her.
Sitting in the middle of her bed with her legs tucked under her, the fluffy white comforter spread out around her, she looked remarkably innocent.
She stared at him with wide green eyes as if he had suddenly sprouted horns.
The red skirt was swirled about her and her hands rested in her lap while her blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders.
“Haven't you anything to say for yourself?” he questioned sharply, unable to believe she could manage to look so damn tempting when he was ready to strangle her.
It appeared he was waiting for some sort of answer and when he again leaned over the bed, Rebecca flinched back involuntarily in response.
“Answer me,” he roared in frustration, raking a hand through his black hair.
What did one say to a mad man they found wandering their bedroom she wondered? Swallowing with difficulty, she tried to make her voice sound reasonable, as if she were talking to a small, irrational child.
“I would be happy to answer you Mason if I knew what you were talking about.”
“Talking about? Talking about,” he shouted unable to believe what he was hearing.
“I'm talking about you taking enough sleeping pills to put you under for at least ten hours and God knows how many before I found you.
I'm talking about you giving me heart failure thinking there was something seriously wrong with you. I almost took you to the hospital and I probably should have. Maybe they would have pumped your stomach. That would have taught you a lesson.”
Now that Rebecca knew what was going on it didn't take her long to come to her own defense. Springing to her knees on the bed she pointed her finger straight at his flaming face and shouted right back, almost toppling over to her zeal.
“For your information, Doctor Kord,” she informed him heatedly. “I took two damn pills. How was I supposed to know I'd react like that, not,” she continued leaning precariously toward the end of the bed,” that it's any of your business.”
“It's my business when you call me over here and scare the hell out of me,” he told her bending until they were practically nose to nose.
“As far as I'm concerned you're my business and you better get used to it, and while I'm at it I'll tell you one more thing,” he continued, leaning so far over her that she was now on her way back down onto the bed.
“If you were my wife, which by the way I'm beginning to have serious second thoughts about, you damn well wouldn't have to take pills to get to sleep.”
“No probably not,” she shot back. “You could always bore me to sleep with your superior attitude and endless scolding.”
“Not likely,” he told her with an evil smile.
“On nights like this you’d be crying yourself to sleep, on your tummy, with a roasted bottom.
And on nights where you can behave, which something tells me would be few and far between, you would be loved so long and hard you’d be begging me to let you go to sleep. ”
Heat shot through Rebecca and the trembling in her limbs unbalanced her.
Vivid thoughts of her and Mason in this very bed overpowered her anger as she gasped in shock, tumbling backwards and landing in a tangle of legs, skirt and bed clothes.
His breath fanned over her skin as he followed her down, mere inches separating them.
The promise in his blazing eyes forced her to admit he meant every word he said, but at the moment sleep was the farthest thing from her mind.
Impulsive as always Rebecca stunned them both when her slim arms came up to circle his neck and pull him the rest of the way down. Her lips meshed with his as with a groan Mason surrendered to her insistent embrace. She took his weight and welcomed it, despite her small frame.
Mason settled against her, his body responding instantly to her warm softness.
Hard and throbbing, he pulled her tightly against him and rolled to the middle of the bed, conscious of his weight even if she wasn't. As always the feel of her, the scent of her, pushed all other thoughts out of his head and he responded in the only way possible, as a man.
Rebecca's head spun as he rolled with her and she held on to the only solid thing in her world. Her firm breasts were crushed against his broad chest and her nipples throbbed as her foot rubbed unconsciously up and down his muscled leg.
Strong hands pushed her skirt up and fastened firmly on her silk clad bottom, bringing them ever closer together. When he pulled his lips away from hers to feast on the sensitive cord in her neck, sucking gently, she whispered hoarsely.
“Show me Mason. Show me what it would be like as your wife.”
Mason needed no further prompting. Despite his personal feelings about marriage, he could no more have refused Rebecca than he could have stopped the moon from rising.
He slid skirt, pantyhose and panties off in one sweep, catching them with his foot and pulling them free.
His hands grasped her sweater and pulled it over her head, till the only thing between his hard questing hands and her soft flesh was her ivory satin camisole.
He untied the ribbon with his teeth, exposing the creamy skin underneath and drew a ragged breath.
Burying his face between the silken orbs his slight beard scraped against them, the friction making her sigh in ecstasy.
Fastening his lips on one pouting nipple his hot tongue swirled over the thin fabric and then blew gently.
By the time he had given her other breast the same attention Rebecca's hands were frantically trying to unbuckle his belt.
Her hips rocked crazily against the hard male length of him and placing his hands on her bare bottom he tried to slow her down holding her even more firmly to him.
The feel of her round, firm, cheeks making him fight to keep what control he had left.
Rolling to his side, Mason released her and pulled his sweater over his head.
As he reached to unbuckle his belt her lips began a journey across his chest, nipping and sucking, causing his own hands to fumble in their task.
She found his small male nipple and lavished it with the same attention he had given her and had the satisfaction of hearing him moan in response.
Being the aggressor inflamed Rebecca and when he finally managed to free himself from his clothes she rolled on top of him, determined to wait no longer.
Mason allowed her free reign as she lowered herself onto him and began to rock. His hands traveled over her, marveling at the softness of her skin.