"You can have as much of my time as you want, Mason."
"Careful," he warns, wrapping his hands around my waist to haul me up against him. His lips come down on mine in a scorching kiss. "You keep talking like that, I might just ask for more than you're willing to give."
I seriously doubt that's possible, not when forever is beginning to sound like just the right amount of time to me. But I don't say that. It's way too soon to say that…right?
We decide to take Paulina back to his place before we go…just in case. She is not happy about it. She calls him an asshole the whole way and tries to bite him through the bars of the cage.
"You aren't helping," he growls when I just giggle while Paulina loses her mind.
"Who said I was trying to help?" I ask.
He narrows his eyes at me and then growls when Paulina chomps his finger.
"Woof, woof!" she shrieks. "You're under arrest, asshole!"
I decide to take pity on him when she tries to bite him again. "Hey, pretty girl," I coo at her, trying to get her attention. "I'll bring Oscar to see you in a few hours, okay? For now, let's get you home so you can watch Law & Order."
"Stabler. Pretty Stabler."
"That's right. You're going to watch Pretty Stabler for a while," I murmur.
She glances at Mason, tries to bite him one more time, and then settles with a final indignant squawk.
The rest of the trip across the yard is uneventful. She preens her feathers, pointedly ignoring the man carrying her. He just shakes his head, eyeing me sideways.
"You're the goddamn bird whisperer," he grumbles as I hold open his front door so he can carry her cage through.
"Nah, I just understand her." I shoot him a cheeky grin. "What woman on the planet isn't obsessed with Elliot Stabler?"
He sets her cage down, wheeling to face me with this look on his face that's… Holy Jesus. It's possessive and hot as hell. "You're obsessed with who, Rebel?"
"Elliot Stabler," I say sweetly. "He's hot as fuck, Mason. He stars in all my fant—" I squeak as he lunges for me, hauling me into his arms with a wild growl.
"Try again, baby," he snarls against my lips, one hand on my ass as he boosts me up into his arms.
"I'm obsessed with—"
He kisses me like he's trying to steal my soul. I plunge my hands into his hair, holding him in place to kiss him back just as wildly.
"Try again," he growls.
"I'm obsessed with—"
Again, that's as far as he lets me get before my back is against the wall and he's grinding against me. His erection is right there—right fucking there.
I pull his hair, moaning his name.
"You!" I cry, breaking when his cock bumps my clit, sending a bolt of lava through me. "I'm obsessed with you."
"That's what I thought." His hand comes down on my ass in a hard smack. "I'm the one who stars in your fantasies, Rebel. Just me."
"Please," I moan, rocking against him. I need him inside me right now, before I combust. "Oh, please, Mason."
"No," he growls, already knowing what I'm after. "It's too soon."
"Fuck your rules!" I cry, pulling his hair hard. I wrench my mouth away from his, biting his throat. "I want you inside me. I need it."
"You just bit me."