I pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Deal.”
One of Mason’s hands slipped from the counter. He trailed it up my leg to the apex of my thighs. The featherlight touch sent a jolt through me. “Need you, Anna.”
“You have me.” More than he would ever know. Bit by bit, he was claiming every piece of me, body and soul.
His fingers went to the buttons on my blouse, slowly and methodically undoing each one. He eased the shirt off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. His thumbs brushed my nipples through the lace of my bra. “So damn pretty.”
With a flick of the clasp, my bra joined my shirt on the floor, and I was bare from the waist up. Utterly exposed, the light from the large windows pouring in. Something about it sent a pleasant shiver up my spine as Mason’s hands went to my pants. In a flash, they were also dropping to the floor.
“Step out,” he instructed, his voice husky.
I kicked off my heels and stepped out of the slacks. The only thing I had left on was my thong. The see-through lace made it feel as if I had nothing on at all.
Mason moved, lifting me into the air and depositing me on the kitchen island. I let out a little shriek. “Warn a girl, would you?”
He sent me a devilish grin. “Now where would be the fun in that?”
He laid me back on the island, the marble surface making me shiver. His fingers went to the lace at my hips, tugging it free. And then there was nothing between me and his gaze, his touch.
Mason trailed his fingertips up my legs, teasing the flesh between my thighs but not giving me the touch I craved most. “Close your eyes.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but the heated look he sent me had it snapping closed again, along with my eyes. I heard what sounded like the refrigerator door open and close.
“So much beauty. The most I’ve ever seen.”
He was right next to me. I could feel the tease of his breath, the heat of his body.
“Keep your eyes closed.”
His mouth took mine in a searing kiss. My back arched off the marble, yearning to get closer to him. One hand palmed my breast, his thumb circling my nipple, teasing it to a peak. And then, without warning, ice-cold flashed there.
I sucked in air, about to curse at the man with the magic hands, but then I realized how the feeling of it drove me higher. My back arched again.
“More?” he asked.
I nodded, keeping my eyes shut.
His lips latched onto my nipple, sucking deep. I couldn’t contain my moan. The ice cube replaced his mouth.
“More,” I begged. I didn’t know what I wanted, but I knew I needed something to take me to the next level of this beautiful torture.
Mason grabbed my hand and sucked on two fingers, releasing them with a pop. “Touch yourself.”
I fought the urge to open my eyes and squirmed on the island.
“It’s just me,” he urged, tweaking my nipple. “I want to see how you pleasure yourself. How you make yourself come.”
The ice, his mouth, his fingers. It was enough to have me moving without further thought. I took a finger, spreading the wetness pooling between my thighs to my clit and circling. Mason let out a growl as he twisted my nipple.
“Mason…” It was a plea as I circled again.
The ice was back, and I arched into the sensation. The heat of my blood against the cold of the ice sent shockwaves through me.
“Need you,” I begged.
His hands were gone, the ice rattling into the sink. I didn’t open my eyes, but I kept circling that tight bundle of nerves. I didn’t want to lose anything I was feeling.
I heard the sound of a zipper, and then he tugged me towards the edge of the island. He was inside me in one swift thrust. It was desperate and carnal and rough. It was pleasure and pain and everything I needed.
