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Mason pouts. “Some casual making out?”

“Clothes on.”

She trails her fingers down my chest. “I was really hoping I could give you a blowjob.”

My cock gets interested in this conversation real quick.

“No.”

She frowns. “King…”

“Baby, I would die for your mouth on me again,” I confess. My cock thickens in my pants as if it’s actually going to happen. I have bad news for the both of us. “Sex is freaking you out. That means we’re not having sex until your head is on straight again. I don’t care how long it takes. You’re worth the wait.”

Her finger traces over my lips. I kiss her thumb. “How did I get so lucky to find you again?”

“Just fate, I guess.” I roll over, tucking her beneath me, and kiss her properly. She squirms beneath me, trying to wrap her legs around me. My hands on her hips keep her pinned under me. I tackle grown men weighing more than I do every day. I can handle a sprightly little thing like her.

We make out for—I lose track of time. All I can think about is her mouth on mine, her body pressed against mine. Her hands stroke my arms, my shoulders, digging into the tender muscles there. I hiss, and she breaks the kiss.

“You okay?”

“Bruise.” I missed a tackle and ended up on my back at the wrong angle. After practice, I spent some time with the team massage therapist, but it’s still sore.

Mason frowns up at me. “Let me see?”

“You just want me to take my shirt off.”

She blushes. “I mean, that’s a side benefit. I’ll take mine off if you do.”

“Clothes are staying on.”

She arches her hips into mine, where I’m hard and aching for her. I can always go home and jerk off. I won’t let her—

Her hand trails down my chest to the front of my jeans. She cups me through the fabric.

“If you won’t let me give you a blowjob, can I at least touch you?”

I frown. She pouts.

“That doesn’t seem fair. You get to touch me, and I can’t touch you?”

Mason smirks at me. “Your rules. Or we can both get naked and touch each other.”

I want to. I want to do bad. But I also don’t want her to freak out on me again. I want all of her, not some withdrawn shell of a person that can’t communicate what’s wrong.

She pops the button on my jeans. Her nimble fingers work my zipper.

“Mase...”

“I want to touch you. Let me touch you.” She grabs my cock through my boxers and I shudder at the heel of her palm pressing against me. “I’m not freaking out. We’re not having sex, I get that. I respect that. But I want you. I want you to feel good.”

She rubs her thumb over the sensitive head and I groan, covering her mouth with mine. She licks into my mouth as her hand delves beneath the flimsy layer of fabric separating us. Her warm palm wraps around my length. Pleasure ricochets through my veins.

“We shouldn’t…”

“Come on, babe,” she says with a laugh. “It’s just a handjob.”

“It’s not just a handjob to me, Mason.” I tuck away my angry cock and zip up my pants. “It means something to me because we’re doing it together. Us. We’re doing this because we love each other, not because we’re so desperate to get our rocks off that anyone will do. I only want to do this with you. You’re not just anyone. You’re important to me.”