I wasn’t sure what time it was the next morning when I woke. I had knocked the clock off the nightstand at some point and a jolt of warmth rushed through me at the memory of it. Mason was sprawled out on the other side of the bed. I blinked at the sight of his tight butt. The sheets had slipped down to his thigh and I was tempted to run a finger up the backside of his leg and over his cheeks. They were tanned, muscular, and itching for my touch.
“Don’t even think it,” he mumbled out of the corner of his mouth. One of his eyes opened enough to see me with his face pressed into his pillow. A half smile spread over him and then he tugged the sheet across my lap. It was wrapped around my legs and I was soon pulled into his arms.
He nuzzled my neck and pulled me over so I was across his chest.
When he started tickling under my arm, I pulled away, breathless. “Stop it!”
He chuckled and gave me a quick kiss. “You have morning breath.”
“So do you.” I kissed him back and soon he rolled us to our side. Our legs and arms were wrapped around each other and it wasn’t long before I felt him harden against my stomach. “How long do you have the suite?”
He ran a finger down my arm and grinned as goose bumps poked up. “For as long my mom’s around. Logan and I didn’t want to stay with her so we got this one. He’ll probably keep that other suite for the day until everybody’s been kicked out.”
I shivered when he started to plant soft kisses under my jaw. “Will he be okay? You know…about me and stuff?”
His mouth lingered at the corner of my mouth before he pulled back and settled on his side. He propped himself up on his elbow. “Yeah, he’ll be fine. Logan’s not an idiot. He doesn’t really want you, but that bitch pushed his button.”
“And that is?”
He groaned and fell to his back. “Ever since Tate, Logan’s never forgotten that she wanted me. He loved her, but she wanted me and worked her way through him to get to me.”
“They were together for two years.”
“Yeah.” He gave me a rueful look. “I’m not exactly welcoming to girls.”
“But I saw you with that girl at the house when I caught Jeff.”
He shrugged. “She’d been on me for a while and I never pushed her away. I had an itch to scratch, but she was too drunk. We didn’t do anything.”
“You said that you had some girlfriends before?”
“A while ago, when I was young and stupid. I haven’t had to work at getting sex for a long time. If I want it, I can pick the girl. Basically.”
“And me?” I grinned down at him and he gave me a knowing smirk.
“What do you think?”
“Am I just for sex? I am convenient.”
He tugged me down so I was sprawled over him again and lifted his hips against mine. “Does that feel convenient to you?” His voice was breathless as he cupped my head and turned my lips to his. He brushed against them. “You’ve been on my mind ever since that damn gas station. I couldn’t shake you and then when you moved in, it’s been torture. I get hard the second you walk in a room.”
“So you’re saying…” I opened my mouth and his tongue swept in. He took control of the kiss and I tasted his desperation. I pulled back as I realized it was for me. The hunger in him was insatiable.
“What?” He reached for me again.
I scrambled up as a different emotion raced through me. My teeth started to rattle against each other and my arms started to shake. My knees buckled when I tried to get up so I scooted to the farthest side of the bed.
