Page 8 of Mason: His to Convince

The drive home was basically uneventful and Mason breathed a sigh of relief as they pulled up to her house. Thinking quickly, he planned his moves. I’ll walk her to the door, give hera short kiss, make sure she gets in all right and then be gone before she can do any real damage.

Unfortunately he’d made a slight miscalculation. He wasn’t the one doing the kissing.

Mason walked to her side of the car and helped her out, forcing himself to slow down and not rush up the sidewalk as though he couldn’t wait to get rid of her. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her feelings, but sometimes a hasty retreat was preferable when dealing with Rebecca. She’d been too agreeable tonight and it damn near gave him a nervous tick.

Reaching the door Rebecca turned, slid her fingers into his hair and with gently pressure brought him down closer to her lips.

Good, good he thought, another few seconds and I’m out of here. Just breathe through your mouth and try not to smell that perfume. Damn, that scent should be illegal. Don’t think about how small, soft and warm she is he told himself sternly. Think about the IRS or stepping in dog poop, or eating bad sushi.

Gently Rebecca came closer but instead of the kiss he’d imagined her small tongue washed lightly over his lips. When he gasped in surprise she entered his mouth like a sweet hot liquid and increased the pressure. His mind exploded as her other hand slipped under his jacket, her small fingertip gently scratching his masculine nipple. When she finally released him he took a deep breath,damn through his noseand stood frozen for the time it took her to unlock and open the door, horrified to find himself being lead inside like a puppy on a leash.

Throwing her coat over a chair she advanced on him, almost laughing out loud when he held out his hands as if to ward her off.

“Rebecca, behave yourself,” he pleaded huskily, his back almost to the door.

“To use your favorite expression, Mason,” she smiled. “Not a chance.”

Kicking off her heels she walked over and switched on the music, smiling when ‘It Had to Be You’ came softly through the speakers. How appropriate she thought as she unclipped her hair, dropping the black sparkly piece into a dish on the mantle.

The golden vision before him caused his throat to go dry and for a split second Mason thought about running but his male pride wouldn’t let him. Get a grip man, he thought, she’s only one small female. What’s she going to do, rape you? A little voice responded you can’t rape the willing. “Oh God,”he groaned.

Rebecca came to him then and holding his hand led him over to the couch. Plumping the pillows she gently pushed him down.

Curiosity and desire were a deadly combination Mason decided as he docilely went along with her direction. When she seated herself on his lap he tried to picture her as a little girl but the contrast was too strong. Wiggling slightly to get comfortable she almost drove him over the edge.

Rebecca reached up and began undoing his tie. Looking deeply into his eyes she was surprised to see almost panic there. Gently she massaged his temples, feathering light kisses across his mouth.

Mason was holding his own now, having given himself a firm lecture about taking advantage of inquisitive, inexperienced females. Let her have her fun he told himself, feeling better, secure in his superior expertise. How far was she prepared to go in this seduction scene? Better to let her practice her new found skills on him than some wet behind the ears kid, or worse some punk who was full of himself. Maybe she was trying to pay him back for those passionate kisses the other night, leaving her with emotions she didn’t know how to handle.

Rebecca curled into him. As her black silk covered legs bent, her soft dress slid to mid-thigh. Sensing his withdrawaland frantic to regain the advantage, she unbuttoned his shirt. At the sight of his naked chest, she began to lose control. The hard muscles and soft curling black hair made her forget her destination. Alternately running her fingers over him and gently scraping with her nails she experienced a burning deep inside and quickly tugged the shirt out of the waist band of his slacks. Snuggling closer, only the fabric of her dress separating them, she softly traced her tongue along his ear and down the side of his neck, sucking gently.

It was at this point that Mason began having real doubts about his ability to control anything. The soft form curled against him was causing havoc. Her bottom was pressed snugly against his arousal and she was rocking gently. He could feel the heat of her through her dress and his pants. Taking several deep breaths he tried to reason with her.

“Rebecca stop,” he pleaded, cringing at the sound of his own voice thick with need. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

“The same thing you’ve been doing to me for the last week,” she replied, nibbling across his chest. Almost panting, she couldn’t get close enough and pressed down harder, feeling his hard length through her clothing.

Taking the situation in hand Mason grasped her shoulders and gave her a slight shake.

“I said stop,” he growled. “What are you trying to prove…that you can turn me on…make me forget all my good intentions? Well I think you know that. Where we go from here is dangerous ground, honey. Desire can’t be turned on and off like a switch and I won’t be used to further your education. Whatever happens from here you damn well better mean it.”

“Oh, I mean it, Mason,” she softly replied. “I’ve never meant anything more in my life.” Taking hold of his hand she laid it on her leg and started sliding it upward.

The sight of her slim legs slowly being revealed excited him more than he thought possible. When he glimpsed the black garter and the soft flesh above her stocking, fire exploded through him, a flame raging out of control. Gone was the man who’d felt his superior control capable of handling Rebecca. In his place was a man whose only desire was to go after what he’d been fighting against for years it seemed. She was his, had always been his. A woman he knew in his soul was made for him, and come morning she’d know it too. Crushing her to him, his lips found hers with a heat that left her in no doubt, the wait was over.

She exalted in the freedom to touch and caress him as she so longed to do. Rising swiftly he bore her slight form in his arms as he went down the hall to her bedroom, kicking the door shut with his foot. Standing her on her shaking legs he unbuckled her belt and sent it flying across the room. His hands shook as he unzipped her dress letting it fall to the floor. The silky black slip fell next as he eased it over her hips. Rebecca stood there quivering with the force of her hunger.

His eyes drank in her beauty, slowly wandering down from her flushed expectant face, her slim neck, the swell of her creamy breasts above the thin camisole cups that barely covered half of her. Down they continued, past the lacy underclothes that revealed more than they concealed. Almost incoherent now, murmuring words she barely heard, he bent and buried his face in her breasts, his hot mouth unbearably exciting as he alternately sucked and blew on the lace covered peaks. Dropping to his knees Mason pressed hot urgent kisses onto the incredibly soft skin of her stomach. She grasped his dark head, clearly begging him to stop this torment. Standing, he again lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. He watched her as he began to remove his clothes. She was a study in contrasts, pale skincovered in black lace on the pristine white comforter. Her eyes blazed green fire as her breasts rose and fell rapidly.

Naked now Mason bent and lovingly began to remove her stockings, gently rolling them down her legs, stopping to nibble behind her knees, the arch of her foot, her toes.

An incredible pressure was building inside her. She didn’t know where it would take her but she knew he controlled it and she followed it gladly. Watching his expression as he removed her panties she was glad she’d worn such beautiful underthings. Smiling, she decided if this was what it took to get him into the bedroom, she’d buy one in every color she could find. Her eyes took in everything about him and marveled. She’d seen pictures of naked men, of course, but he was magnificent. Everything about him, every feature, and every muscle drew her like a magnet.

Mason lay down beside her, sliding the camisole up over her head. Totally naked she felt no shame, just an undeniable joy that at last all the barriers were gone and they could never go back, only forward. His strong, tender hands traced the peak of her breast and bending he followed the path with his tongue. Rebecca cried out when his mouth closed over her nipple and began to suck strongly. Grasping it gently between his teeth he flicked it quickly with his tongue, driving Rebecca crazy with longing. Her hands moved like lightening from one sensitive part of his body to another, kissing what she could reach with her mouth and stroking what she couldn’t. When her small hand tried to encircle him he grasped both her wrists in one hand and held them over her head, knowing if she continued it would be over too quickly to bring her the kind of pleasure he desired.

At first she struggled against the restraint but he soothed her with honeyed words. When his lips again began their trail of fire she sank into the bed in helpless delight. His free hand slid down her stomach and gently nudged her legs apart, seeking thesource of her heat. Carefully he pushed his finger between the moist lips and found her core. Rebecca was beside herself as he began to penetrate her smoothly, gathering and spreading her offering up and over her swollen clit, returning for more again and again.

“Please Mason,” she begged, unashamed of her weakness. “I can’t stand much more.”