Thirty-One and a Half Regrets Page 66

“Good morning,” the me in my vision murmured lazily.

Mason rolled me onto my back and leaned down to kiss me. “Yes, it is,” he said in a husky voice.

The vision faded and I was back in the dark, Mason’s arm around me. “We’re gonna wake up together.”

He tensed slightly and looked down into my face. “Do you want me to stay?”

I knew I should tell him about my vision, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. And even if my vision didn’t come true, I still wanted him with me. “Yes,” I whispered. “I’m scared to be alone.”

“I’m glad you said yes,” he murmured. “I didn’t want to leave.” He reached for my face, trailing his fingertips down to my chin and then lifting my face so I could look into his warm eyes. He stared at me for several seconds, as though taking in the sight of me. Slowly, he lowered his face, his lips skimming across mine, his tongue darting into my mouth.

My mouth parted in surprise as desire rushed through my body like wildfire. I put a hand behind his head, holding his mouth against mine in case he changed his mind.

But he showed no intention of changing his mind, and as he continued to kiss me, he rolled me onto my back and pressed his chest against mine.

Need pulsed through my body and I could no longer wait to feel his naked body next to mine.

My fingers found the hem of his shirt and tugged it upward. He broke our kiss as I pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He loomed over me, his chest naked, and all I could think about was that I wanted to see more.

When I pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist, his eyes flew open in surprise. I ran my hands over his bare skin, marveling that I was finally touching him.

“This hardly seems fair,” he said, his voice rough. “I’m naked from the waist up and you’re not.”

“That can easily be fixed.” I lifted my long-sleeved knit pajama shirt over my head. “Better?”


My hair hung over my right shoulder and Mason slowly reached up to brush it aside, then his hand lowered to my breast. His other hand lifted to my other breast and I leaned my head back and moaned as an ache shot to my core.

Mason sat up, shifting my legs so that they were wrapped around his waist. His right hand continued to fondle my breast while his other arm snaked around my back and held me in place so his mouth could devour mine, driving me crazy with want.

His hand slid up into my hair at the nape of my neck, pulling my body back as his mouth lowered to my breast.

“Oh God, Mason,” I moaned, squirming on his lap. “Please don’t change your mind.”

He pushed me onto the bed and grabbed the waistband of my pajama pants, tugging them over my hips and down. I reached past him and pulled them over my feet. When I leaned back, I looped my thumbs in the waistband of his pajama pants, slowly sliding them down. He placed his hands over mine and helped me push them down to his hips, then he lay on his side and kicked them off as he leaned over me, his mouth finding my breast again as his hand slipped between my legs.

I gasped, arching my back. My hand threaded in his hair, holding on as he licked and kissed his way to my other breast. His hand continued to drive me closer to the edge.

His mouth found the spot on my neck that drove me crazy, his teeth nipping, his tongue licking.

I reached for him, but he stopped me, grabbing my hand and pinning it to the bed over my head, which turned me on even more.

“I don’t know how much longer I can wait, Mason.”

His tipped his face up. “Birth control?” he asked.

“Yes,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath. He was asking me to think, which was almost more than I could handle at the moment. “The pill.”

“I have a condom in the other room.”

“No.” I reached for his waist with my free hand and pulled him toward me.

He released my hand and climbed to his knees between my legs. The hungry look on his face made me groan with want and I lifted my hips toward him.

He lowered himself over me, pulling my leg around his waist as he slowly entered me.

I leaned my head back with a moan as he filled me.

Releasing my leg, he pinned both my hands over my head and I gasped at the shiver that ran through my body.

“God, Rose. You are so perfect.” He plunged in slow strokes, as I wrapped my other leg around his waist.

He buried his face in the nape of my neck as his pace quickened, releasing one of my arms so he could cup my butt. When he tilted my pelvis, I squeezed my eyes shut, my world imploding as I called out his name.

Mason groaned and collapsed on top of me, then rolled to the side, pulling me with him as he kissed me senseless. “I could get used to spending every night this way,” he smiled against my lips.

I sighed with contentment. “You’ll get no complaints from me.” I laughed when I realized our heads were at the foot of the bed. “We’re upside down.”

He sucked my lower lip between his teeth then released it. “I’m used to it. You turned my life upside down months ago.”

Before I could answer, he kissed me, our passion climbing again. And I wondered how my life had become so wonderful in the midst of such chaos.

Chapter Nineteen

I woke up to Mason’s lips trailing down my stomach.

“Mason Deveraux,” I sighed. “You are insatiable.”

He lifted his head and looked up at me with a wicked grin. “I didn’t hear any complaints last night or very early this morning.”

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