I—”
But he started to move, his cock stroking her inner passage as he drew back. Then he slowly glided forward again. His hot, hard flesh caressed her with each stroke. Slow and smooth. Pleasure fluttered through her like hot silk on a summer breeze. Calm and pleasant.
His sure strokes made her melt. The glow of her recent orgasm blazed brighter and she could feel the heat building once again.
She drew in a breath as she realized that … oh, God, it could be this easy. Pleasure effortlessly building. Filling her with each smooth, steady stroke of his cock. Until the heat washed over her and …
She clung to his shoulders. “Oh, Mason, I’m…” She moaned.
“Yes, sweetheart.” He gazed at her, his eyes glowing with incandescent heat. “Come for me.”
His words were too much. She gasped, then moaned as ecstasy swelled through again her in steady, cresting waves of sheer joy.
His thrusts sped up, his smooth strokes carrying her higher and higher. Her body shook within his arms as he drove into her faster and faster.
“Oh, God, Dana.” He surged deep, pressing her tight to the shower wall, then flooded her insides with liquid heat.
He groaned at his release and she squeezed him inside her. Then he slumped forward.
She wrapped her arms around him, loving his warm body so close to hers.
He drew back, smiling down at her.
“Oh, Mason…” Feelings welled up inside her and she couldn’t stop herself from uttering the words that fluttered in her heart. “I love you.”
* * *
Mason’s heart nearly stopped at her words, and her eyes widened as soon as she realized what she’d just said.
He tried to hide the maelstrom of emotions her words elicited, but his clenched jaw and stony expression gave him away. Watching her cringe, pain flashing through her eyes, made his gut clench.
“Mason, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
He took her mouth fiercely, stopping her words. Pulling her tight to him. Not wanting her to hurt, but knowing he could not reciprocate her words.
It could never work between them.
No matter how much he wanted it to.
When he pulled his mouth away, his expression still filled with anguish, he turned off the shower, then took her arm and guided her to the glass door. Before they stepped out, though, his gaze caught on a dot of deep red marring the pristine white tile floor of the shower. Then another.
He stepped back and his gaze glided up Dana’s legs. Another drop fell. Then he noticed a couple of red droplets on her inner thigh.
Blood.
“Dana, what the hell?”
She glanced downward. “Oh, they said this might happen.”
“Who is they?” he demanded.
Her gaze lifted to his. “I … uh … did some research about losing my virginity and some of the articles said that there might be blood for a few hours afterward.” She bit her lip. “Just a little.”
He just stared at the crimson droplets, swirling with the water. Spreading.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
Her teeth worked at her lower lip. “No.” But as he continued to pin her with an unflinching stare, she sighed. “A little. But it’s no big deal.”
“What did these articles say about that?”
“Just that it’s different for everyone, but some women do feel pain for a while after. They suggested taking over-the-counter pain killers, but I don’t usually bother—”
He took her hand, pushed open the shower door, and led her to the medicine cabinet, then grabbed a bottle of pain killer. He spilled out two caplets and handed them to her, then filled a paper cup from the dispenser with water.
“Take them.”
She gazed up at him and hesitated, then popped the pills in her mouth and swallowed some water.
“What else can I do for you?” he asked.
“I need a feminine napkin. There’s some in my purse.”
He nodded. “Stay here.”
He quickly dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist, then strode out of the bathroom and across the suite to where her pink sequined evening
But he started to move, his cock stroking her inner passage as he drew back. Then he slowly glided forward again. His hot, hard flesh caressed her with each stroke. Slow and smooth. Pleasure fluttered through her like hot silk on a summer breeze. Calm and pleasant.
His sure strokes made her melt. The glow of her recent orgasm blazed brighter and she could feel the heat building once again.
She drew in a breath as she realized that … oh, God, it could be this easy. Pleasure effortlessly building. Filling her with each smooth, steady stroke of his cock. Until the heat washed over her and …
She clung to his shoulders. “Oh, Mason, I’m…” She moaned.
“Yes, sweetheart.” He gazed at her, his eyes glowing with incandescent heat. “Come for me.”
His words were too much. She gasped, then moaned as ecstasy swelled through again her in steady, cresting waves of sheer joy.
His thrusts sped up, his smooth strokes carrying her higher and higher. Her body shook within his arms as he drove into her faster and faster.
“Oh, God, Dana.” He surged deep, pressing her tight to the shower wall, then flooded her insides with liquid heat.
He groaned at his release and she squeezed him inside her. Then he slumped forward.
She wrapped her arms around him, loving his warm body so close to hers.
He drew back, smiling down at her.
“Oh, Mason…” Feelings welled up inside her and she couldn’t stop herself from uttering the words that fluttered in her heart. “I love you.”
* * *
Mason’s heart nearly stopped at her words, and her eyes widened as soon as she realized what she’d just said.
He tried to hide the maelstrom of emotions her words elicited, but his clenched jaw and stony expression gave him away. Watching her cringe, pain flashing through her eyes, made his gut clench.
“Mason, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
He took her mouth fiercely, stopping her words. Pulling her tight to him. Not wanting her to hurt, but knowing he could not reciprocate her words.
It could never work between them.
No matter how much he wanted it to.
When he pulled his mouth away, his expression still filled with anguish, he turned off the shower, then took her arm and guided her to the glass door. Before they stepped out, though, his gaze caught on a dot of deep red marring the pristine white tile floor of the shower. Then another.
He stepped back and his gaze glided up Dana’s legs. Another drop fell. Then he noticed a couple of red droplets on her inner thigh.
Blood.
“Dana, what the hell?”
She glanced downward. “Oh, they said this might happen.”
“Who is they?” he demanded.
Her gaze lifted to his. “I … uh … did some research about losing my virginity and some of the articles said that there might be blood for a few hours afterward.” She bit her lip. “Just a little.”
He just stared at the crimson droplets, swirling with the water. Spreading.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
Her teeth worked at her lower lip. “No.” But as he continued to pin her with an unflinching stare, she sighed. “A little. But it’s no big deal.”
“What did these articles say about that?”
“Just that it’s different for everyone, but some women do feel pain for a while after. They suggested taking over-the-counter pain killers, but I don’t usually bother—”
He took her hand, pushed open the shower door, and led her to the medicine cabinet, then grabbed a bottle of pain killer. He spilled out two caplets and handed them to her, then filled a paper cup from the dispenser with water.
“Take them.”
She gazed up at him and hesitated, then popped the pills in her mouth and swallowed some water.
“What else can I do for you?” he asked.
“I need a feminine napkin. There’s some in my purse.”
He nodded. “Stay here.”
He quickly dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist, then strode out of the bathroom and across the suite to where her pink sequined evening
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