Not a Reunion

Chapter 45

Thea

Mason is already peeling off my clothes when we enter his apartment again. He is still holding me up, and as he has been doing so, I have been kissing him. Mason had been enjoying it, giving me a few grunts when I teased him at the neck.

Now, we are standing in his living room as he peels off my shirt. Then he slides me down from him and then grabs at the waist of my pants. He is unbuttoning my pants, and I'm clawing at this shirt. I didn't want his clothes on anymore; I wanted him to be naked in front of me.

Mason grunts when I place my hand on the waist of his pants. "Baby, wait," he whispers, and then he grabs my hand and pulls me toward his bedroom. He moves me closer to him and says, "We need a shower."

"Together," I say to him with a hopeful smile.

"You know it," he whispers against my lips and then plops a kiss there. Then his hands go to my torso as he tries to touch me in a delicate way. So soft and so lingering.

"Thea, before we go any further," he says to me, his eyes finding my own. I had to tear my gaze away from his chest, but his face was pretty enough as well. He places a hand on my waist and says, "We are doing this for real, okay?"

"Okay," I say, and Mason nods, moving his head down. He places a kiss on my chest and then looks back at me. "And when I say that, I mean you have to remember every detail of this."

"Okay," I say again.

Mason grins and says, "That means you have to remember the way I'm about to touch every inch of your skin." I'm nodding, worried my breathing has gone too breathy to speak out loud. Mason moves closer to me and says, "I need you to remember everything about tonight, okay?"

"Why?"

Mason runs a hand up my torso, causing for goosebumps to go through me. He looks down at me with a glint in his eyes as he says, "Because I remember every detail of that night, and it's killing me that you cannot remember how good you were to me."

"I was good to you?" I ask him with a smirk.

He nods, grabbing my hand and then placing a kiss on my palm. "You did me so well that I wonder if you would be able to do it again."

"I can try," I say in a teasing manner.

Mason nods, and then looks down at me with a different look. He was looking at me with full lust as he asks, "So you'll remember everything about tonight?"

"Yes, Mason, I will," I promise with a hand on his hammering heart.

Mason grins and then pulls me even closer as he whispers, "Good girl." It's done in a dirty manner, in a way that Mason would never speak to me outside of his bedroom, but it feels so good. I could hear him speak to me this way every day and not grow tired of it. He had a very attractive voice.

Mason then places my hand back on his pants and says, "Come on. We've got things to do."

I practically jump into his arms as I say, "Yeah, we do."

Mason doesn't give me any more time until he is kissing me in a way that tells me he is ready to take me. And so am I. I have been waiting for this long enough.

🖤

"Holy, you have gotten good at this," I tell Mason when he moves off of me. He moves his head toward mine and throws me the laziest smile he can. He lies on his back, his chest moving up and down like mine.

Mason grabbed my hands and interlaced them. "I know."

"Ego much?" I whisper to him in a teasing manner. He laughs; the sound is so beautiful in the quiet of the room. Then he grins even brighter as he says, "No, baby. That was you." His eyes are nothing but happy when he says, "The last time we did this, you wouldn't shut up about how good I had gotten."