She felt wanted.
Needed.
Enough.
She was enough.
He was enough. More than enough. In fact, he could be a littleless. The object in her hand wasa lot. Hard. Velvety to the touch.
Above her, a curse rang out.
Emboldened by his reaction, and feeling curious, Caroline tightened her grip around his erection. Now that she had him in hand, she instinctively felt she held all the power.
His palm suddenly covered hers, holding her grip in place while his hips slowly pumped into her hand. “Don’t bloody let go.” He sounded pained as he slowly guided her hand up and down. “Your touch bloody shatters me, Caroline.”
“Does that feel good?” she whispered.
“Christ, yes.”
A sense of advantage filled Caroline. An addictive feeling. She wanted more. Then the warmth of his palm left hers to boldly cup her sex.
Caroline gasped.
All coherent thoughts scattered when one of his fingers entered her. Her fingers instinctively tightened around him, drawing another curse from him.
“Bloody hell, love. If you continue to do that I will make a fool of myself.” He guided her arms around his neck. “Hold onto me.”
Another finger entered her.
“Mason . . .”
“Does it feel good, love?” he whispered against her ear, neatly regaining the upper hand. “Didn’t I promise you earth-shattering pleasure?”
He had. Though honestly, Caroline hadn’t grasped the full meaning of his words until now. She would never question this man’s intentions again.
Mason Flowerdy did not make promises he did not intend to keep.
Caroline wondered if she had instinctively known this from the start. Why else follow this man back to his house without much of a fight, sisters in tow? But she had no time to ponder further for another finger entered, joining the others to dart in and out of her in a delicious tempo.
“You’re so bloody tight.”
The blades between Caroline’s back tingled at the unmistakable want in his voice. The trickle raced up from the base of her spine to the nape of her neck. She had only ever felt the sensation when this man’s eyes were on her. When his voice spilled through her veins. When his touch charged her with desire. Intense. Raw. Greedy.
Her legs boldly wound around his waist. “I want all of you . . .”
“Christ, Caroline, to say such things to me . . .” He nipped at her lips. “You have a damn tempting mouth.”
“Just for you.”
“Better damn well be,” he growled, and Caroline felt the loss of his fingers. She wiggled against him, wanting them to return,needingthem to return, when she felt something else nudge there. Something bigger. Harder.
She flushed.
“I need to be inside you,” he breathed against the skin of her collarbone. “I can’t wait any longer. Are you ready, love?”
Lord, yes.
If he waited any longer, she would bash him over the head with one of his well-polished boots. She arched against him in answer, finding his lips with her own. He seemed to need no further encouragement and pushed inside her.
