Her hands slide up to my face, her thumbs brushing over my jaw. Then she gets up on her toes and kisses me, her sleek body pressed to mine.
89
LILY
The water cascades over us, hot and relentless, washing away everything but this moment—his hands on me, my hands on him, the steam rising around us like we're the only two people left in the world.
Mason's eyes are piercing as he watches me touch him. I can feel the restraint in every line of his body, the way he's holding himself back even now.
"I don't want you careful." My voice is steady despite the heat building low in my belly. "I want you."
His jaw tightens. "Lily, tonight?—"
"I'm choosing this," I say, cutting him off. "I'm choosingyou. After everything that happened tonight, I need to feel alive. I need to feelgood. And I need it to be you."
Something shifts in his expression—the last thread of his control fraying.
Then he drops to his knees.
I gasp as his hands slide up my thighs, gripping firmly, possessively.
He looks up at me with an intensity that steals my breath. "Tell me if you want me to stop.”
Shaking my head, I push his wet hair out of his face. "I won't."
His lips curve into something dark and promising right before he leans forward and puts his mouth on me.
The first touch of his tongue makes my knees buckle. I brace one hand against the tile wall, the other tangling in his wet hair as he works me with devastating precision. The water streams over us, hot and relentless, but all I can feel ishim—his mouth, his hands gripping my hips, the way he's completely focused on me.
"Mason." His name breaks on my lips, half plea, half prayer.
He doesn't stop. If anything, he doubles down, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes that make my entire body tighten with need. One of his hands slides up to my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple in a rhythm that matches his mouth.
I'm trembling. My thighs are shaking. The pleasure builds and builds until I can't think, can't breathe, can't do anything butfeel.
"Let go, pretty girl," he murmurs against me, the vibration of his voice sending another wave of sensation through me. "I've got you."
And I do.
The orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave—overwhelming and all-consuming. I cry out, my fingers tightening in his hair as my body arches against his mouth. He doesn't let up, drawing out every last tremor until I'm boneless and gasping.
Standing, he turns off the water and lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively, feeling the hard press of him against me as he carries me out of the bathroom.
Water drips from both of us, leaving a trail across the floor as he walks us to his bed. I catch sight of the picture of us Emma took on the bedside table right before he lays me down on the mattress.
And then he follows me down.
90
MASON
The first push inside her nearly breaks me. She's so tight, so wet, so fucking perfect that I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming instantly. I go slow—agonizingly slow—giving her body time to adjust to me.
When I'm fully seated, buried to the hilt, I press my forehead to hers and fight for control. "I've never felt anything this good."
She rocks her hips and we both groan. "Move, Mason.Please."
I thrust once, twice, before I roll us so she's straddling me, her thighs bracketing my hips. She gasps at the shift, at how deep I am from this angle.