hadn't been so damned turned on. She could feel how wet she
was, could smell her own scent, sweat and female arousal mixed with the odor of
Mason's come that still clung to her hands. She shivered in the cool air, and
her nipples grew even harder.
She heard his sharp intake of
breath. He stepped toward her, and she could see his erection beginning to
swell in its denim confinement. His hands caught her thighs, pushing them apart
even further, and he stared at her most intimate flesh like it was the most
beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
"Touch yourself there,
Lora."
His voice was a bare whisper, a
seductive rasp that brushed away the last of her resistance. She slid her hand
up her thigh, ran her fingers through her moisture, and slid her finger over
the hard, aching bud of her clitoris.
Sparks exploded through her body, like every
nerve in her body was somehow firing at once. She dropped her head back, closed
her eyes, and shuddered. Part of her still didn't want to do this in front of
him, and she kept the movement of her hand slow, trying to control her own
responses. To stay in control of the situation somehow.
He knew her well enough to
understand her reactions. He must have recognized that she was holding back,
because he took a step forward and wrapped his hand around hers.
"Stop trying to fight
it," he whispered in her ear. "Just let it happen."
She looked down at their hands. His
hand was so much bigger than hers that it seemed to engulf hers, and it looked almost
as if he were the one touching her. She shuddered at the thought of his big,
blunt fingers stroking her flesh, wanting him to touch her there so badly she
almost begged for it. But she somehow managed to bite back the words.
His big hand pressed on hers
gently, forcing her to move her fingers a little harder, a little faster. It
felt so incredible that she whimpered and squirmed and might well have fallen
over backward if he hadn't thrown his other arm around her waist and caught
her.
She couldn't believe how
desperately she wanted him to touch her. But he didn't, except for his hand
holding hers, and his arm wrapped protectively around her waist. She forced her
eyelids open and saw his hot, intense eyes watching their hands moving together,
watching her body grow wetter, watching her skin flush
with heat at the same time it erupted with more goosebumps.
Self-consciousness flooded her
again, along with all her anxieties. She'd never done anything quite like this
before with any guy, let alone Mason. They were friends, and she had a
boyfriend, and this was just going to make her life so unnecessarily
complicated. Things had been going along just fine the way they were, and she
really shouldn't...
Spasms of heat started somewhere
deep inside her, growing into intense waves, so powerful she could barely
resist giving into them. She made one last effort to resist her climax,
struggling to push it away.
"Lora," he said softly.
"Stop fighting it and just let go."
His lips brushed over her ear, and
she relaxed, letting her hand move freely. She knew she was only seconds away
from a violent orgasm, and she couldn't fight it any more. She couldn't fight
her desire for Mason any more.
But just as the heat built to an
unbearable level, he tightened his hand around hers, slowing the motion of her
hand again. Her body arched, and a strangled cry of need escaped her.
"You're going to come for
me," he said into her ear. "Over and over again. You're going to come
harder than you've ever come for Theodore."
She could hardly believe this was
the same man who'd turned the color of a tomato because she'd caught him
jerking off. He sounded so much more decisive suddenly. So commanding. And
so... jealous . She'd never thought
Mason cared all that much about her relationship with Theodore.
Maybe she'd been wrong.
He held her hand firmly, forcing
her into a slow rhythm that didn't give her release, just kept her balanced
precariously on a knife edge of physical