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destructively, and with white hot passion.
His lips on hers were cherry-sweet and rough with hunger, his hand pressing at the small of her back, his chin coarse with stubble. Kierra explored his chest with her hands, forgetting about her ankle, her ex-boyfriend, her every fear. Why fear when his warmth was a balm to her still-aching heart?
Mason’s mouth moved across her cheek and down her jaw, drawing a line of fire with his mouth. Kierra pressed herself against him, falling into the chasm of passion.
“Are you okay with this?” he asked against her skin, his hands clasped at her back like a prayer.
“Definitely,” she breathed. Thoughts tumbled through her head, one after another, but chief among them was a single desire: make me forget. Let me lose myself in this.
And she would.
They stumbled to his room, hands barely breaking apart long enough to give them room to walk, Mason pulling Kierra up and wrapping her legs around his waist. His lips explored her jawline, cheeks, earlobes, and every other bit of skin he could get to. She clasped his waist tight, enjoying the friction of their bodies meeting through layers of clothing, her skin warm with unbridled desire.
“Stupid - doorknob-“ he muttered, reaching for it even as he held her up with his other hand.
“I’ll get it.” Kierra leaned over him and grabbed the knob, Mason stumbling into his room as the door swung inwards. They both laughed, eyes meeting, tension dropping between them.
Kierra unwrapped her legs from his waist and jumped down, hands resting on his shoulders. She pushed the door shut with her foot, the sudden privacy almost overwhelming.
Leaning down, he kissed her again, slower and more deliberately this time, his lips finding every sensitive part of hers with expert precision. She gave as good as she got, standing on tiptoe to meet his mouth with hers, injured ankle curled up.
His hands moved down her back and then beneath the edge of her shirt, fingers drawing circles in her skin. Kierra pulled back for a moment, barely breaking their kiss, only to take her shirt in her hands and pull it above her head.
Mason stared at her, frozen to the spot, eyes drinking her in. She watched him look at her, heart beating double time in her chest, all-too-aware of the state of her weekend athletic bra.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed, his eyes full of heat, his hands drawing her close. She smiled, and they kissed once more, legs tangling as he backed them towards his bed.
“You’re not half bad yourself,” she said, straddling him as he sat on the bed. Kierra hooked her fingers under his shirt and pulled it off, revealing tight, tanned skin and a wide, well-muscled chest that tapered to his hips.
Mason’s hands roamed her body, cupping her chest as he bent down and kissed her between the breasts. Softly moaning, Kierra pushed her fingers in his hair and guided him further south, leaning back so he could trail kisses down to her belly button.
With clever fingers he unhooked her bra, everything falling away in an instant.
Arms around her waist, he picked Kierra up, turned around, and gently tossed her on the bed beneath him. She opened her legs to him, gasping as his fingers found the zipper on her jeans and he drew them down to her ankles. He kissed his way back up, breath ghosting on the skin of her calves, then knees, then thighs, pausing at each place to briefly worship her with his mouth.
Kierra moaned and shivered as he got closer and closer to her hips, lips drawing invisible symbols on her skin. “That feels good.”
“I was hoping,” he said, caging her chest with his arms and hovering above her on the bed.
“Something’s wrong, though,” she said, lacing her fingers behind his head.
“What’s that?” Mason cocked an eyebrow at her, devilish smirk on his lips.
“You’re still wearing pants.”
“I think we can fix that.”
“Really?”
The smirk turned into a grin. “Really.” He stood up, unbuckling
His lips on hers were cherry-sweet and rough with hunger, his hand pressing at the small of her back, his chin coarse with stubble. Kierra explored his chest with her hands, forgetting about her ankle, her ex-boyfriend, her every fear. Why fear when his warmth was a balm to her still-aching heart?
Mason’s mouth moved across her cheek and down her jaw, drawing a line of fire with his mouth. Kierra pressed herself against him, falling into the chasm of passion.
“Are you okay with this?” he asked against her skin, his hands clasped at her back like a prayer.
“Definitely,” she breathed. Thoughts tumbled through her head, one after another, but chief among them was a single desire: make me forget. Let me lose myself in this.
And she would.
They stumbled to his room, hands barely breaking apart long enough to give them room to walk, Mason pulling Kierra up and wrapping her legs around his waist. His lips explored her jawline, cheeks, earlobes, and every other bit of skin he could get to. She clasped his waist tight, enjoying the friction of their bodies meeting through layers of clothing, her skin warm with unbridled desire.
“Stupid - doorknob-“ he muttered, reaching for it even as he held her up with his other hand.
“I’ll get it.” Kierra leaned over him and grabbed the knob, Mason stumbling into his room as the door swung inwards. They both laughed, eyes meeting, tension dropping between them.
Kierra unwrapped her legs from his waist and jumped down, hands resting on his shoulders. She pushed the door shut with her foot, the sudden privacy almost overwhelming.
Leaning down, he kissed her again, slower and more deliberately this time, his lips finding every sensitive part of hers with expert precision. She gave as good as she got, standing on tiptoe to meet his mouth with hers, injured ankle curled up.
His hands moved down her back and then beneath the edge of her shirt, fingers drawing circles in her skin. Kierra pulled back for a moment, barely breaking their kiss, only to take her shirt in her hands and pull it above her head.
Mason stared at her, frozen to the spot, eyes drinking her in. She watched him look at her, heart beating double time in her chest, all-too-aware of the state of her weekend athletic bra.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed, his eyes full of heat, his hands drawing her close. She smiled, and they kissed once more, legs tangling as he backed them towards his bed.
“You’re not half bad yourself,” she said, straddling him as he sat on the bed. Kierra hooked her fingers under his shirt and pulled it off, revealing tight, tanned skin and a wide, well-muscled chest that tapered to his hips.
Mason’s hands roamed her body, cupping her chest as he bent down and kissed her between the breasts. Softly moaning, Kierra pushed her fingers in his hair and guided him further south, leaning back so he could trail kisses down to her belly button.
With clever fingers he unhooked her bra, everything falling away in an instant.
Arms around her waist, he picked Kierra up, turned around, and gently tossed her on the bed beneath him. She opened her legs to him, gasping as his fingers found the zipper on her jeans and he drew them down to her ankles. He kissed his way back up, breath ghosting on the skin of her calves, then knees, then thighs, pausing at each place to briefly worship her with his mouth.
Kierra moaned and shivered as he got closer and closer to her hips, lips drawing invisible symbols on her skin. “That feels good.”
“I was hoping,” he said, caging her chest with his arms and hovering above her on the bed.
“Something’s wrong, though,” she said, lacing her fingers behind his head.
“What’s that?” Mason cocked an eyebrow at her, devilish smirk on his lips.
“You’re still wearing pants.”
“I think we can fix that.”
“Really?”
The smirk turned into a grin. “Really.” He stood up, unbuckling
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