Hands On (3 page)

Spasms of heat started somewhere
deep inside her, growing into intense waves, so powerful she could barely
resist giving into them. She made one last effort to resist her climax,
struggling to push it away.

"Lora," he said softly.
"Stop fighting it and just let go."

His lips brushed over her ear, and
she relaxed, letting her hand move freely. She knew she was only seconds away
from a violent orgasm, and she couldn't fight it any more. She couldn't fight
her desire for Mason any more.

But just as the heat built to an
unbearable level, he tightened his hand around hers, slowing the motion of her
hand again. Her body arched, and a strangled cry of need escaped her.

"You're going to come for
me," he said into her ear. "Over and over again. You're going to come
harder than you've ever come for Theodore."

She could hardly believe this was
the same man who'd turned the color of a tomato because she'd caught him
jerking off. He sounded so much more decisive suddenly. So commanding. And
so...
jealous
. She'd never thought
Mason cared all that much about her relationship with Theodore.

Maybe she'd been wrong.

He held her hand firmly, forcing
her into a slow rhythm that didn't give her release, just kept her balanced
precariously on a knife edge of physical need. His voice spoke in her ear, low
and gravelly. "Do you ever think about me when you do this?"

She couldn't trust herself to speak
without moaning, so she nodded against his shoulder.

"What do you think
about?"

She licked her lips and tried to
force words out. "I just... I don't know, Mason, I..."

"You're lying in bed and you
can't sleep," he said softly. "So you start to touch yourself, and
you think about..."

"I think about touching
you," she whispered against his shoulder.

"Ahhh, I like the sound of
that." She heard a hint of humor in his deep voice. "Where?"

"Everywhere."

He shivered slightly. "What
else do you think about?"

"I think about..." She
hesitated. "I think about kissing you."

They’d never kissed, but she wanted
to kiss him. God, she wanted to, so much. She’d never dared think that he might
want the same thing, but he turned his head a little and spoke into her hair,
his voice muffled. "I imagine kissing you all the time, Lora."

"Me too." She was shocked
to hear her voice go hoarse, like she had a cold. She sounded almost like she
was on the verge of tears.
Which was stupid.
"I
imagine the way you taste, Mason. Every night I think about kissing you, and I
imagine your mouth on mine, and your hands on me, and I..."

He groaned softly against her hair,
and then his hand lifted from her waist to her hair, pulling her head back
gently. He captured her mouth with his, kissing her gently at first, then
harder, his tongue stroking over her lips.

She opened her mouth, and their
tongues touched for the first time.

He tasted as good as she'd
imagined. Maybe better. He tasted sweet, like apple pie, but there was a hint
of the forbidden beneath the sweetness, something intoxicating and smoky and
sensual, as if someone had spiked the apple pie with a touch of wine. He
groaned into her mouth and kissed her more deeply. His tongue plunged into her
mouth in a blatantly sexual rhythm, and he squeezed her hand, moving it hard
and fast.

She sobbed into his mouth, her
cries muffled against his lips, as her climax blazed through her in a hot wave
of ecstasy. He didn't give her any respite, but kept moving her hand, and she
came again and again in incredible bursts of pleasure, her body shaking
violently.

At last the spasms died away, and
he released her hand, but his mouth never left hers. His arms slid around her
waist, and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

She thought she probably ought to
get up and walk away from him, walk away from this, before any more damage was
done to her relationship with Theodore.

But for the life of her, she
couldn't seem to stop kissing Mason.

Chapter 4

Mason sat on the cushions of the
couch and tugged Lora down into his lap, and their bodies started to move
together in a natural, unconscious rhythm. She continued to taste and explore
the recesses of his mouth, but she was very conscious of the hard bulge of his
erection pressing against her thigh. She'd thought she was totally satiated,
but all of a sudden she realized she hadn't gotten what she really wanted.

She thought of making love to him,
feeling him moving inside her, and need and desire rolled through her, more
intense than ever.

Damn it, she needed to stop this.
Now. She couldn't claim her participation was minimal, even to herself, if she
was going to kiss Mason endlessly, or wrap her body around his. She seriously
needed to walk away from him.

But despite her noble thoughts, her
fingers tangled in his hair, and she kissed him harder than before.

He gave a soft, low moan, a
vibration against her mouth that she could feel clear down to her toes, and
moved against her. She could feel the enormous swelling of his cock, still
encased in tight denim. Poor guy. That must be uncomfortable.

She really ought to help him out
with that.

Unable to prevent herself from
acting on the impulse, she lifted her mouth away from his, then reached down
and began to unzip his jeans. She pushed the thin fabric of his boxers out of
the way... and took him into her hand.

He was just as hot as she'd
imagined. He felt as hard as granite, but the throbbing warmth of him reminded
her that he wasn't a sculpture, but living flesh.

God. What they'd done before had
felt uncomfortably intimate, but this was something else again. Holding him in
her hand, hearing him gasp as she touched him, was the most intimate thing
she'd ever experienced. And yeah, she'd touched Theodore this way more than
once, but somehow it wasn't the same. Not at all.

Which was crazy,
because Theodore was her boyfriend, and Mason was just a friend.
A
friend she'd wanted to touch this way for a long time, yeah, but still. A
friend.

A friend she couldn't help
touching.

Her fingers closed around him,
holding him a little more tightly, and he groaned and bucked up against her
palm. "Lora," he whispered in a soft, intense voice.

The way he said her name made her
boil with need. She stroked his velvety flesh, barely restraining the impulse
to rise up on her knees and take him inside her. She had a boyfriend, and she
and Mason were just friends. She had to remember all that.

His erection jerked against her
palm, and she realized he'd gotten pretty damn turned on earlier. His breath
was coming in short,
hard gasps, the head of his cock was
wet, and he was obviously teetering on the verge of another climax. And she
wanted to give it to him. She remembered seeing him explode earlier, remembered
the sounds he'd made, and she wanted to make him feel that way again.

But she realized she didn't want
just to touch him. She wanted to feel him come, deep inside her body.

She moved her hand all the way up
the thick shaft, wetting her palm with his moisture, and then ran her slickened
hand all the way to the base. He
shuddered,
giving an
agonized groan, then reached down and captured her hand in his.
"Stop," he whispered against her throat. "You need to stop that
right now."

She smiled, feeling very feminine
and very powerful. "Don't you like it?"

"I like it too much." His
hand pulled hers away from him, gently, and wrapped around hers in a gesture as
intimate as a hug. "I want you so much I can hardly stand it, Lora."

His hips moved, so that his slick
erection slid against her inner thigh in an unmistakable suggestion, and she
practically sobbed with need. Just an inch or two further, and he'd be pressed
right up against the warm, wet opening to her body. She closed her eyes,
craving him like a junkie craved heroin, and spoke reluctantly. "We can't,
Mason."

"Sure we can." His voice
was gentle and persuasive, and edged with humor. "It's not all that
complicated.

Her voice trembled. "I have a
boyfriend, Mason."

His hand tightened on hers in a
decidedly possessive way. "Lora," he said softly. "If you were
all that into Theodore, you wouldn't be fantasizing about me every night."

Her cheeks went red as she
remembered what she'd said to him.
Every
night I think about kissing you, and I imagine your mouth on mine
...

"I like Theodore," she
answered, her voice choked with tears. "I really do. He's been nice to me,
Mason."

"And I've hardly noticed
you." His voice was filled with remorse. "I know I was still into my
ex when we met, Lora. I'm sorry."

The tears burned at her eyes. She tried
really hard to find her snark, but her voice shook as she answered. "I
understand. You see me as just a friend."

"Don't be stupid." His
words were harsh, but his voice was gentle. "I haven't seen you as
just a friend
since that day at the
lake."

"Really?"

"Really." He moved
against her again, his erection hard and demanding. "Trust me, Lora. This
isn't really a just-friends kind of reaction."

"No. I guess not." She
rose up on her knees, just a bit, shifting so she was right on top of him, then
lowered herself against him, letting him slide against her moisture. Not inside
her, but pressed right up against the opening to her body. He shivered and
closed his eyes, arching his head back, and whispered her name again.

She moved up and down along the
length of him, and he groaned.

"Lora.
Please
."

She hadn't quite decided if she was
going to make love to him or not, but that soft, desperate
please
made up her mind for her. She wanted him. She had to have
him.

But then she sighed. “It didn’t
occur to me to bring a condom…”

He fumbled in his back pocket, and
handed her a little foil packet. She rolled it onto him, slowly and sensually.
And then she rose up again, grasped him gently, and guided the head of his cock
into her wet, soft body.

He responded automatically,
thrusting against her, and his body slid into hers easily. In a heartbeat he
was deep inside her. It felt so good that she gasped and shivered, and her
nipples stiffened. She heard his low, deep groan.

"Lora," he whispered.
"Lora. I've fantasized about this so many times."

"Me too," she whispered,
leaning forward so that her face was against his throat. His skin smelled
sweet, as it always did, but layered over the sweetness she could smell the
raw, sexual scent of sweat and come. He smelled better than she'd ever
imagined. "I think about making love to you every night."

"Yeah," he
answered,
his voice hoarse. "Me too. Every... single...
goddamn... night."

His hips moved, so that he pushed
even deeper inside her, so deep it almost hurt. But she wasn't complaining. The
pressure inside her body felt incredibly good, satisfying a primal need and at
the same time making her need burn hotter than before. She sat up and rose up
slightly on her knees, letting him slide out of her a bit,
then
dropped back onto him, so that he sank even more deeply into her. He groaned.

"Yeah, like that," he
whispered. "Just like that, Lora."

She did it again, and his hands
clutched her hips, urging her to a faster rhythm. Their bodies began to move in
unison to a silent drumbeat. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and her head
fell forward, against his shoulder.

"Lora." His voice was a
bare whisper. "I've tried so hard not to love you."

Her rhythm faltered, and she
hesitated. Sudden tears stung her eyes, and she blinked hard, lifting her head
to stare at him. "I didn't know you loved me at all," she answered
softly.

"I love you an awful
lot." He didn't open his eyes, didn't look at her, and the words sounded
like they were being dragged from him. "It’s been a long time since I loved
Ashley. I think I’ve been falling for you since the moment I met you, but I
just didn’t dare let myself know about it. But then… then I thought you were
serious about Theodore, and I wanted... I wanted you to be happy."

The soft confession made her heart
melt like an ice cube in July sunshine. "I tried to love Theodore."
She reached out and stroked his cheek. His eyelashes fluttered open, and she
gazed into his beautiful dark eyes. Eyes that she'd loved since the moment she
saw him. "He's a nice guy, Mason. I like him a lot. But… he isn’t what I
really want, deep down."

He looked at her, unblinking.
"What do you want, Lora?"

Her fingers curled into his hair,
and she spoke with quiet certainty. "I want you, Mason."

His eyes went wide, and then he was
thrusting into her ferociously, as if her words had loosed something fierce and
wild deep inside him. The sudden onslaught of friction drove her right over the
edge, and she climaxed in a scalding burst of heat that made her cry out
helplessly, clutching his shoulders.

His hips jerked against hers, and
then he cried out too, his body arching under hers as violently if he were
trying to buck her off. She felt his heat deep inside her, felt his body
jolting inside hers, as he came in long, powerful spasms.

Afterward she dropped her head onto
his shoulder. His arms went around her waist, and she could feel his warm skin
against hers, moist with sweat. She realized she was sweaty, too, and now, in
the dark coolness of the barn, she was beginning to shiver.

"Your nipples are standing up
again," he said softly.

"
Which would
account for why you're getting hard again.
I would have thought that
last time would have tired you out."