She whimpered again, knowing where he was heading, every fiber aching for him to get there, to hurry up, please hurry up and—
OhGod.
His tongue went in, and that was almost enough to send her over the edge. Too long. Too goddamn long, years where the only person who gave a damn whether she came was her, struggling to get there, desperate to achieve what had once been a given.
Tears sprang to her eyes, and she found herself struggling to hold on to this moment. To make it last. Draw out every last millisecond of pleasure—
And then she realized she didn’t have to. That this wasn’t one shooting star moment of opportunity she had to seize before she lost it. She trusted Mason in that. He would give her what she wanted, whatever she wanted, and she could have this. She could have it and have it again.
She reached down, hands wrapping in his hair, legs around his shoulders, and she let herself come, let the waves wash over her.
When they subsided, Mason kissed the insides of her thighs and then pulled her down into an embrace, and she clung to him, still shaking until she forced herself to pull back.
“Your turn,” she said.
“Nope.”
She paused, going very still. “You don’t want—”
“Oh, I want whatever you’re offering.” A quick kiss. “But not yet. Unless you’re done.” He looked her in the eyes, his sparkling. “You done, Gem?”
Her eyes prickled, and she could only shake her head.
His grin grew, self-satisfied and confident and sexy as hell. “Then let’s get up on deck and see what else I can do.” He tilted his head. “You didn’t like that fistful of gift cards, right?”
It took her a moment to segue, and she hesitated before murmuring, “Not really my thing.”
“Well, this is a new bunch. On each one has something youwouldlike from me. You just tell me which one you want to redeem.” He bent to her ear and whispered, “And they’re all infinitely redeemable.”
She laughed softly.
“You like the sound of that?” he said.
“I do. On one condition.”
His brows rose in near-comical surprise. “Condition?”
“That you accept the same cards from me. With the same terms.”
“Tomorrow,” he said, lifting her onto the deck. “I’ve got a whole lotta mistakes to make up for, and I’m starting now.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
MASON
If Mason had known multiple orgasms would be the way to Gemma’s heart, he’d have pulled that trick out of the bag long ago. He chuckled to himself as he lay in bed, arms around her, feeling her breath against his chest.
He’d done it. Gemma was his.
Okay, fine, one night didn’t mean she was ready to be sized up for a diamond ring, but he had the puck, and he could see the net, and there were no obstacles in sight. He wouldn’t slap shot it in. That sort of play didn’t work with Gemma. Handle the puck with care as he slowly worked it down the ice, giving everything plenty of time and attention until he was perfectly lined up for that gentle nudge in.
He glanced at the bedside clock. They had one more full day on the island. Then, tomorrow morning, they’d head back to Vancouver.Earlytomorrow, which meant they had less than twenty-four hours, but he’d make full use of every last minute.
Did Gemma like wake-up sex?
Didhelike wake-up sex?
Dumb question. His cock was already stirring thinking about it. He’d start between Gemma’s thighs. Licking her awake. Feelingher writhe against him, hearing those moans. Teasing her until she was ready to scream and then—
