Charlotte

My cell phone rang, playing Catch My Breath by Kelly Clarkson, the tune I had selected for Mason, and waking me up.

I stirred, realizing I wasn’t in my bed.

Oh, right. Mason had given me his keys, and I left the club so I wouldn’t have to put up with Donnie anymore. Then I drove to his building, parked my car in the back of the parking lot, where, hopefully, nobody would notice it, and entered his apartment. David’s door was closed, so I assumed he was sleeping. I sat on Mason’s bed and waited. And waited. And I must have ended up sleeping.

I picked up the phone, glancing at the time before answering. Damn, it was past three in the morning!

“Hi,” I said, unable to disguise the heaviness in my voice.

“Hey,” he said. “I’m downstairs. Open the door for me?”

“Yeah. Just a second.” I hung up the phone and tiptoed to the kitchen, where I pressed the open button of the intercom.

I opened the front door and waited for him as he climbed the stairs.

His gaze landed on me and he smiled, embracing me and pushing me inside. He kicked the door closed and gave me a quick peck on my lips.

“Sorry I woke you,” he said, retreating us to his bedroom.

“I’m not.” I wounded my arms around his neck.

He quirked an eyebrow at me. “Aren’t you sleepy?”

“I was, until you walked in.”

He pushed us inside his room and locked the door. “Good to know.”

Mason hooked one finger under the strap of my dress, and pushed it aside, lowering his mouth to my shoulder and raining kisses on my skin. His lips made their way up my neck as his hands pushed my dress down, and I trembled in anticipation. The dress pooled at my feet and I stepped away, coming closer to Mason’s body.

He looked into my eyes. “You have no idea how I missed you. I want you to know … there was no one else since spring break.”

I sucked in a sharp breath, glad he had told me that. I hadn’t expected it and that was what made this special. “Me too,” I said. He leaned back into me and I held his shoulders back. “There’s one more thing I want you to know. The way I was during spring break, that direct, I’m not usually like that, never was until I met you. What I mean is, with the way I acted, you may think I slept around a lot before, but that’s far from the truth.”

“I know. I actually like when you’re more direct and wild … but only with me.”

I stood on tiptoes and stretched my neck so my lips stood only half an inch from his. “Only with you.”

He captured my lips and, as his tongue ravished my mouth, his hands snaked around my bare midriff. With deft fingers, he unclasped my bra. I reached for his shirt, but he held my wrists back.

I pulled back a little and raised an eyebrow at him. He offered me a smug grin before diving into me, trailing his tongue down my jaw.

With a renewed sense of confidence, I turned around and pressed my ass on his hips, feeling his erection. With a groan, he clasped my hips and made his way up, until his palms closed around my breasts. I wiggled my hips, moving in a seductive manner, brushing more and more of me against him. He pushed my hair to the side and I turned my head in an angle, giving him full access to my skin. His hands returned to my breasts and he bit into my neck, drawing a cry from me.

“Christ,” he whispered, his warm breath heating my skin, making me shiver. He pinched my nipples and I cried again. “You’re so fucking perfect, did you know that?” He took a deep breath. “Even your scent drives me crazy.”

I moved my hips side to side and he groaned. I clasped one of his hands and guided it down, from my breast, down to my belly, and lower to my panties.

“What do you want?” he asked, his mouth on my ear.

“Touch me, Mason,” I gasped. “Please, I need you to touch me.”

With a groan, he pushed his hand under my panties, and brushed a finger on my clit. “Christ, woman, you’re so fucking wet.”

“For you.”

Mason nibbled on my earlobe and slipped a finger inside me, while rubbing my clit with his thumb and pinching my nipple with his other hand.

“Oh, God, Mason,” I gasped.

“It’s good, yeah?” he asked, his mouth on my ear. He thrust another finger inside me and pushed them deeper.

“Yeah. Oh, God, yeah.”

“Come for me, baby.”

As if his words were magic, I climaxed, exploding in his arms.

Slowly, he slipped his fingers from me and turned me around. His mouth fell on mine as he pushed me back, until my legs hit his bed. With my eyes on his, I lay on his bed. He took off my panties and his clothes.

I admired the glimpse I got of his body, enjoying how the muscles of his arms and shoulders and stomach popped and flexed while he crawled over me. He reached to the drawer on the nightstand, grabbed a condom, and put it on.

I ran my nails over his chest as he lowered his body over mine, his lips finding mine and his erection teasing my entrance. He sucked on my lower lip. I grasped his upper arms, my nails digging into his skin.

He pushed an inch inside me and my head lolled back, my eyes closing.

Mason cupped my cheek with one hand. “No, baby, look at me.”

Opening my eyes, I locked my gaze with his and that alone took my breath away, the intensity of his hazel eyes crushing me, caressing my soul, igniting my core as if I wasn’t turned on already.

Holding my stare, he pushed himself inside me, inch by inch, and I moaned, feeling him fill me up completely.

Once fully inside me, he stopped and rested his forehead on mine. “I missed this so much. I missed you so much.”

“Me too.” I lifted my hips to him, urging him to move. “Please, Mason, fuck me.”

With a loud groan, he pulled out and backed in again. “I love it when you talk dirty.” He thrust deep into me.

I cried. “And I love it when you fuck me.”

His movements sped up, and he went deeper and deeper.

On the verge of another orgasm, I held his hips. He looked at me, confused, but I only smiled. Then I flipped him around and straddled him.

“My turn.” I lifted my hips, and then lowered myself slowly, taking him all in.

He gasped. “You can have as many turns as you want.”

I began moving slowly, but increased the rhythm. His hands clasped my hips, pulling me to him. In just a few more thrusts, the fire running through my body spiked and I came with a cry. His body tensed before quavering under mine as his release coursed through him. He clasped my arms and pulled my torso over his, and my mouth to his. He knotted his fingers into my hair and snuck his tongue through my lips.

When I was completely breathless, I broke the kiss and rolled to the side, resting my head on his shoulder. Mason put a heavy arm across my back, holding me close.

He sighed, a happy sound. “Christ, that was amazing.”

I smiled. “It was.”

“Our best yet?”

“I don’t know. Probably, but maybe it was because we have been anticipating it so much.”

“I hear a challenge there.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “You do?”

“Yeah. You’re challenging me to do it better yet.”

I laughed. “Well, I won’t be opposed to that.”

He brushed his lips over mine. “Thank goodness for that.”

Mason

I woke up with a naked Charlotte tucked under my arm, her legs entwined with mine. It was the best freaking way to wake up. If I could, I would have her waking up with me like this every single day.

Careful not to make any noise, I slipped off the bed and glanced at her. There wasn’t a more beautiful view. The woman who touched every inch of me, inside and out, with her perfect naked body wrapped around my sheets, and her long brown hair fanned on my pillow, sleeping peacefully.