I couldn't help but whimper with excitement when he grabbed my backside and pulled me tighter against him.
By the time the kiss ended, I was so eager to go upstairs, I practically stumbled backward in my attempt to yank up my panties and then my pajama bottoms so we could make the mad dash for his bedroom – except it wasn't a dash at all.
Recalling the need to be quiet, we crept silently up the stairs and then into his moonlit bedroom, which was so spectacular, it would've put a five-star hotel to shame.
By the time his bedroom door closed behind us, both of us were so eager that we undressed as we walked, leaving our clothes to fall wherever.
Soon, we lay naked in his sheets. With an eagerness that should've embarrassed me, I yanked him closer and guided his massive erection to my slick opening. He was huge and hard, but I was warm and eager.
As our bodies joined, I wrapped my arms around his back and held on for dear life as we moved together in the moonlight.
Into my hair, he whispered, "God, I've wanted you."
"I wanted you, too," I admitted, not even trying to catch my breath. When his lips found mine, I kissed him back with a wild abandon that matched the movement of our bodies as we rode the waves of our excitement until we were utterly spent.
Afterward, we held each other close for a long time, until our breathing calmed and something like sanity returned.
Sane or not, I regretted nothing.
Maybe this was wrong, but it felt so achingly right, even now after our passion was spent. When Mason rolled onto his side, he didn't let go, and I savored the look and feel of him as we lay facing each other on his king-size bed.
With a sleepy smile, he said, "You're amazing. You know that?"
I smiled back. "You're amazing, too."
As our gazed held, I couldn’t help but comparethisMason with the one who'd walked into that Petoskey nightclub all those weeks ago.
He was the same guy, but I was seeing a different side – a side I could definitely fall for if I wasn't careful.
And speaking of careful, I stifled a giggle. "I guess I should've mentioned this already, but Iamon the pill."
His voice was quiet in the moonlight. "I know."
"Wait, how would you know?"
"I saw you pack, remember?"
"Oh." I smiled. "Yeah, I guess you did."
It was funny to think that barely two months had passed since he'd shown up out of the blue. But now, as I lay cradled in his arms, our tense beginning felt a lifetime away.
I said, "Can I ask you something?"
"Anything."
Funny, he looked like he actually meant it. I plunged onward before he could change his mind. "When you came to that club, you know, in Petoskey, how'd you know where I was?"
"Easy," he said. "I called your house."
"You mean my parent's house?"
He pressed his forehead to mine. "Thatiswhere you were living."
"And someone told you where I was? Seriously?"
"No. They said you were out clubbing. After that, it was easy."
"How?"
