urgency that everyone else on the planet seemed to have toward it. Now that her body seemed to demand what her analytic brain had denied it for all her years, she didn’t know how to process it all.
Once she had finally fallen back to sleep the dreams started all over again, her sex deprived body taking over her brain. The trend continued the next morning. Her memories of her time in the barn with Mason were so hot that she’d barely noticed the cold water sputtering from the shower head.
He’d been so endearing wi th the puppies. The concern in his eyes when he told her about the puppies’ mother recovering at the vet’s home made her heart ache for them. He told her about the day they found her nearly dead and saving the tiny puppy when it couldn’t take its first breath. With anyone else she’d have thought they might have been bragging a little, but when she’d lost her balance while reaching for one of the puppies and skinned her bare knee against the dirt floor, she’d seen a true, nurturing quality in Mason she’d never seen in any other man before.
He had picked her up with little effort and sat her on a nearby table, then retrieved a small first aid kit from one of the stalls. After he’d cleaned the wound with a careful, steady hand, he lowered to his haunches in front of her and blew a cool puff of air against the stinging cut, sending a shiver dancing along her heated skin. Once the small bandage was in place his hands shifted up her thighs, his fingers tracing small circles beneath the hem of her skirt. She swallowed back a moan as she stared at his hands. Like iron to a magnet, her eyes were drawn to his and the electric blue desire she saw pulled her farther into their depths. She tried to look away, but she couldn’t. He leaned in and presses his lips to her bandage then stood and towered over her, spreading her thighs with his broad, hard hands. He stepped between them and when she tilted her head back to follow him, he lowered his head, capturing her lips with his own.
H is kiss was every bit as stirring as Matt’s, but different in so many ways. Matt had been charming and teasing, slowly tasting her as she grew comfortable with his caresses. Mason consumed her. His strong body crowded against her, his calloused hands kneading her thighs as he plundered her mouth, holding nothing in reserve. Passion she’d once thought a fantasy flowed from his lips, his tongue and infused with her own desires, emboldening her to take, to drink from him. Her hands found their way to his work hardened chest. With every stroke of his hands on her thighs, her hands echoed the movement across his pecks and down his rippled abdomen.
The higher his hands t raveled up her thighs the lower hers explored. When his fingers grazed across the hot, damp cotton of her panties, he let out a curse and then deepened their kiss. Her fingers trembled against his shirt and over his belt as she dared them to do what she so desperately wanted. Her fingertips made contact with the starchy denim of his jeans and a tremor of desire rocked her entire body. Mason’s finger tested and teased the edge of her panties. Just as her hand caressed over his bulging erection, he slipped two fingers under the elastic and stroked them against her slit, swirling them through her wet heat. A deep moan tore from Mason’s throat and an equally agonizing whimper escaped from her when the tip of his fingers pressed at her entrance.
Uncertainty flooded her thoughts and suddenly she wasn’t so confident in her own boldness. Mason must have sensed her hesitation because he slowly pulled his hands from beneath her skirt and tore his lips away, panting as he leaned his forehead against hers. His hands came up to frame her face, his palms and fingers caressing her. “I knew it would be like this,” he said, his breath’s measured and forced. “I want you, Claira. Hell, I need you, but I know it’s too soon. I can wait. We can wait, as long as
Once she had finally fallen back to sleep the dreams started all over again, her sex deprived body taking over her brain. The trend continued the next morning. Her memories of her time in the barn with Mason were so hot that she’d barely noticed the cold water sputtering from the shower head.
He’d been so endearing wi th the puppies. The concern in his eyes when he told her about the puppies’ mother recovering at the vet’s home made her heart ache for them. He told her about the day they found her nearly dead and saving the tiny puppy when it couldn’t take its first breath. With anyone else she’d have thought they might have been bragging a little, but when she’d lost her balance while reaching for one of the puppies and skinned her bare knee against the dirt floor, she’d seen a true, nurturing quality in Mason she’d never seen in any other man before.
He had picked her up with little effort and sat her on a nearby table, then retrieved a small first aid kit from one of the stalls. After he’d cleaned the wound with a careful, steady hand, he lowered to his haunches in front of her and blew a cool puff of air against the stinging cut, sending a shiver dancing along her heated skin. Once the small bandage was in place his hands shifted up her thighs, his fingers tracing small circles beneath the hem of her skirt. She swallowed back a moan as she stared at his hands. Like iron to a magnet, her eyes were drawn to his and the electric blue desire she saw pulled her farther into their depths. She tried to look away, but she couldn’t. He leaned in and presses his lips to her bandage then stood and towered over her, spreading her thighs with his broad, hard hands. He stepped between them and when she tilted her head back to follow him, he lowered his head, capturing her lips with his own.
H is kiss was every bit as stirring as Matt’s, but different in so many ways. Matt had been charming and teasing, slowly tasting her as she grew comfortable with his caresses. Mason consumed her. His strong body crowded against her, his calloused hands kneading her thighs as he plundered her mouth, holding nothing in reserve. Passion she’d once thought a fantasy flowed from his lips, his tongue and infused with her own desires, emboldening her to take, to drink from him. Her hands found their way to his work hardened chest. With every stroke of his hands on her thighs, her hands echoed the movement across his pecks and down his rippled abdomen.
The higher his hands t raveled up her thighs the lower hers explored. When his fingers grazed across the hot, damp cotton of her panties, he let out a curse and then deepened their kiss. Her fingers trembled against his shirt and over his belt as she dared them to do what she so desperately wanted. Her fingertips made contact with the starchy denim of his jeans and a tremor of desire rocked her entire body. Mason’s finger tested and teased the edge of her panties. Just as her hand caressed over his bulging erection, he slipped two fingers under the elastic and stroked them against her slit, swirling them through her wet heat. A deep moan tore from Mason’s throat and an equally agonizing whimper escaped from her when the tip of his fingers pressed at her entrance.
Uncertainty flooded her thoughts and suddenly she wasn’t so confident in her own boldness. Mason must have sensed her hesitation because he slowly pulled his hands from beneath her skirt and tore his lips away, panting as he leaned his forehead against hers. His hands came up to frame her face, his palms and fingers caressing her. “I knew it would be like this,” he said, his breath’s measured and forced. “I want you, Claira. Hell, I need you, but I know it’s too soon. I can wait. We can wait, as long as
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