Dangerous in Training (Aegis Group, #2) (8 page)

He sidestepped into her on purpose, nudging her off balance. She yelped, her center of balance tipping too far to the right.

Mason’s arm wrapped around her waist and he twirled her, right there in the hallway, grinning. She’d never seen him smile like that before. The sight of him—happy—fluttered something deep in her breast. Had she put that smile there?

“Yes, you.” She clung to his arm as he straightened them out, more or less, and started walking again.

“Drunk—no. Tipsy—chances are likely.” There were a few too many slurs in his words, but again she couldn’t really judge.

Mason dug a keycard out of his pocket and the arm around her waist tightened.

They were going back to one of their two rooms—and having sex. She highly doubted he wanted to play paddy cake.

Her mouth went dry, her stomach buzzed with nerves, and a tremor swept her body as she felt the remembered touch of his rough fingers on her breast. Her vaginal walls tightened, clenching on nothing—but she remembered what he’d felt like inside of her. At least his tongue and his fingers.

Crap, was this a good idea? Should she tell him? What if he backed off? Some guys got weird about the V-card. At least one guy had dumped her over it, too freaked out to even discuss it. If she didn’t tell him, was tipsy sex going to hurt? What if Mason thought because he’d...he’d done what he did out on the beach, it didn’t matter if sex was good for her?

Mason’s hands wrapped around her arms, and he pushed her up against the door to his room. The breath whooshed out of her lungs as he pressed his hot, hard body against hers. His warm breath fanned her cheek.

And was that—?

Yes, she was pretty sure that was his...his erection pressing against her hip.

Fear and excitement mingled together, warring for dominance. His lips latched onto that spot, the one at the juncture where her shoulder met her neck, and sucked.

Someone—wait, was that her?—moaned. Loudly.

Her knees tried to give out on her, and if it weren’t for Mason’s big body propping her up, she might have become a puddle on the floor. The rush of blood past her ears drowned out everything else. Arousal pumped through her body. Her nipples tightened, aching to feel his fingers. Her toes curled into the carpet.

Holy hell, yes!

The door beeped and Mason fumbled with the handle. She staggered backward into the dark room, his arm around her waist. Laughter bubbled up her throat, a mix of nerves and excitement.

Her best fantasies paled in comparison to reality.

He shoved the door closed with a heavy thud, plunging them into relative darkness. The balcony curtains were open, spilling in moonlight, bathing the bed in a silvery glow.

His hands were everywhere, touching her, tweaking a nipple, getting tangled in her cover-up. It was too fast—and not fast enough.

Was this what she wanted? To feel like a starving person rushing toward a feast? To jump in with no life preserver?

She wasn’t sure she could stop the forward momentum.

Mason grasped her ass in both hands and hauled her up against his chest. She clung to his shoulders to keep from losing her balance.

This was happening.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” he said against her cheek.

His words set her heart galloping. What did that mean? Would it hurt?

He gently lowered her to her feet. She felt his muscles trembling under her palms, much the same way her body shook.

“You make me lose my head, Hannah. I can’t think about anything but you.”

His words were raw, as if they were ripped from deep inside. Nothing between them was one-sided. He felt things, too.

She clutched his face in both hands. Those words could be hers. Every day, every time she went to the gym, he was in her thoughts. If he was there, she wanted to know how he was doing, if his leg was giving him any problems, where he’d been. If he was gone, she needed to know where he was. She’d often have to excuse herself for a moment to breathe past the panic of not knowing if he was okay. Somehow, with no more than a little time spent together, they’d become entwined on a level so deep that not being near him hurt.

She squeezed her eyes closed, as if that would somehow keep the feelings bubbling up inside her at bay.

“Now you know how I’ve been feeling.” Her voice trembled, but so what? He was being honest, why couldn’t she?

“We shouldn’t say those things.” His fingers traversed her lips.

“Why not?” She blinked back the tears he couldn’t see. Damn her father. “If we’re pretending this weekend, why not say what we want? It’s our only chance.”

“I can’t resist you, Hannah. I’ve tried.”

Shit, she was going to cry at this rate—so not sexy.

“But that’s the point, we don’t have to resist. Not now.” She rubbed her hand across his jaw, his stubble rasping across her palm.

Mason grasped the hem of her damp cover-up and pulled it over her head. It was completely transparent, it didn’t actually cover an inch of her, and yet without it she fought against the urge to shield herself. Except Mason had already seen most of her in an up-front and personal kind of way.

He dropped the garment on the floor and stepped in close, pinning her against the closet doors. The light streaming in through the glass doors on the other side of the room was just the right amount of illumination, leaving enough darkness for her to hide her fears in. That sex might hurt. That she could do it all wrong. That he’d figure out she’d never been with a man before.

She wasn’t going to tell him.

Somewhere between the beach and here, in this moment, she’d chosen the path of least resistance. Of not telling him.

It was her secret. Her truth. But she wanted this to be about them. Not her.

Hannah gulped and her gaze slid down to his mouth, breaking the soul-deep eye contact. His tongue slid slowly across his bottom lip.

She hooked her arm around his neck, finding his mouth with hers. He leaned into her, shoving one thigh between her legs. Even that touch sent a zing of want through her. Some innate, primal instinct drove her to hike a leg up over his hip, opening herself to him, pulling him closer. She shifted, their bodies rubbing against each other in the most delicious way. Each unintended stroke ramping the desire up a notch.

Mason’s hand covered her breast, squeezing the mound in his big palm.

He dropped his head to her shoulder, his breathing like the crashing of waves outside. Her head spun and her still-weak knees trembled.

“I’m...” Mason sucked in a deep breath and released her breast. “I’m going to wash my hands real quick.

“What? Why?”

“Sand.” He chuckled.

There was a connection there she wasn’t making. Then again, her brain was slowly shutting down all functionality as her entire being focused on one thing:
sex
. With Mason.

He grasped her knee and eased her foot back to the floor then stepped back.

She remained propped against the wall for fear of falling.

“I’ll be right back.” He backed into the dark, yawning mouth of the bathroom.

She nodded, words beyond her limited ability to communicate.

It must have been enough because Mason closed the door a second before the light flicked on.

Hannah blew out a breath and straightened. Her jellied legs managed to hold her weight well enough. She staggered a few steps into the room, one shaking hand over her mouth.

This was a moment she’d always remember. The night she gave up her virginity. She’d long since stopped treating the idea of physical “purity” like some sacred thing. It was a state of being, a name society bestowed on women to keep them in a box. A box she’d willingly lived in for way too long. And tonight—it was her choice to change that outdated status. That it was with Mason was what would make this act special.

Then why did she feel so...mushy? She’d never had a name for what she felt for Mason. It’d always seemed different, new, and unrequited until now. Whatever it was, she wasn’t ready to name it, because if she did, then there was no going back. No pretending this was a simple weekend fling. An itch to be scratched.

The bathroom door opened, casting bright yellow light against the closet doors and reaching into the depths of the room, toward her.

Hannah turned and froze.

Mason stood in a rectangle of light—naked.

She’d seen naked men before. But she’d never seen
him
naked.

That
was supposed to go
in
her?

She gulped and took an instinctive step back toward the bed.

He flipped the light off, leaving white spots dancing in her vision, but the mental image was burned into her brain. She was well aware of just how built the SEALs had made Mason. Every inch of his body was woven with lean muscle, honed from use, not just time spent in the gym. But under his workout shorts? She’d only ever imagined what he was packing.

She heard his feet padding toward her, and she swallowed.

He stepped into the pool of moonlight and kept coming, his erection bobbing toward her. Even in the dimness she could see the map of engorged veins across the smooth surface.

Would it feel like a vibrator? Without the vibrating part, of course. She didn’t expect him to perform superhuman feats or anything.

Mason closed the distance between them, completely at ease with his nudity. He looped his arms around her, his penis pressing against her abdomen, and kissed her mouth, a gentle meeting of lips. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, her desire still simmering below the surface, undisturbed by the idea of a massive cock.

His hands slid up her back and he tugged at the clasp holding her top together. The muscles in her abdomen clenched and she squeezed her eyes shut, pouring all her want and desire into the kiss. Their arms tangled and the top fell on the floor, forgotten. Chest to chest, her nipples rubbed against the wiry hairs sprinkled over his pectorals.

They danced over the floor until the back of her legs hit the mattress. Her balance tipped and Mason followed her down onto the bed. Even with his weight braced on either side of her, the air was forced out of her lungs.

After months of longing. Of being in the same room—and worlds apart. The only thing separating them now was her bikini bottoms.

Mason’s mouth found The Spot again and latched on, his tongue flicking the curiously sensitive bit of skin. She groaned as invisible fingers stroked the coil of desire deep inside her belly.

“Hope the neighbors aren’t home,” he mumbled.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He chuckled.

Whatever.

His hands plumped her breasts, thumbs swiping over her nipples. How was it she felt the caress lower? Her back arched and she closed her eyes, running her hands over his shoulders and into his hair. He scooted down, kissing her collarbone, the length of her sternum, until his head was between her breasts.

Mason pushed her small breasts together, licking one nipple and then the other. She gasped and grabbed fistfuls of the comforter under her. He didn’t seem to mind that there wasn’t even a handful. She felt each pass of his tongue all the way to her vagina. The room was full of her moaning. She could hear herself. She was out of control—and completely under his power.

Her feet moved restlessly against the mattress, her legs held prisoner between his knees.

He hissed and her eyes snapped open. That didn’t sound good. He levered up, the moonlight shining off his wet lips.

“Careful down there,” he said, squeezing her knee.

“Sorry.” Should she just lay there? Was she moving too much?

“Don’t be. I like knowing you want me.” He pressed a kiss to one breast then the other, his gaze on hers. His hand traveled up her inner thigh, all the way to the edge of the material covering her mound.

She swallowed, but her heart was lodged in her throat.

Mason shifted, wedging his knee between hers. He pressed a kiss to her ribs and stomach. She held her breath, her mind blanking out. She literally couldn’t think, not even to be nervous.

He pushed the material between her legs aside and slid his fingers inside of her. She gasped at the coolness of his touch and kicked her free leg out to the side. He chuckled against her hip and worked his fingers in deeper, stroking the walls of her vagina.

“Oh...God,” she muttered.

Her eyes rolled up in her head. She braced her left foot against the bed and lifted her hips, seeking more of him. It felt right.

“You’re so wet. Fuck.” His teeth closed around her hip, not biting, but he could.

Mason pushed up and grabbed her bikini bottoms by the waistband. She wiggled, helping him slide off the last barrier between them. At this point, she wanted them off. He tossed the clothing over the side of the bed and knelt between her legs.

She didn’t have time or the presence of mind to be nervous. Her entire concentration was on Mason and the way he commanded her body, the things he made her feel. Every cell in her body was attuned to him.

He spread her labia and thrust more than just one finger into her.

“Oh!” She shouted, fisting the sheets.

Holy...

Her spine bowed as ripples of pleasure shook her, robbing her of thought.

“Hannah—did you just come again?” Was that pride in his voice?

“I—I don’t know,” she said between pants. She’d heard of these mystic multiple orgasms, but wasn’t that something only experienced women had? She knew how to use a vibrator, but it’d never been this...intense. Was that because of Mason?

“I think you did.” He grinned at her.

She didn’t know if that was a good thing—or if she was supposed to have waited for him. What had Melissa said? Fingers and tongues and things had been part of the conversation but for the life of her Hannah couldn’t remember her friend’s so-called wisdom.

“Stay right here.” Mason leaned over her, pressing a quick kiss to her mouth.

He vaulted off the bed and stumbled, nearly taking out the bedside lamp. She giggled and turned to watch him. He had to have drank way more than she realized to be this relaxed. The normal Mason was wound way too tight.