Summer Love by Piper Rayne

Chapter Six

His lips were wet and slightly chilled when they covered mine.

The initial touch was like a jolt, running straight through my body and causing me to move closer.

Our legs kicked out as our arms wound around each other and I briefly wondered at how successful this was going to be. Would we stay afloat, or would we get so caught up in the moment we’d forget to tread water, and both go under?

Mason must have had the same concern, because after only the briefest of kisses, he took my hand in his and started swimming back toward the dock.

Steadying my hands on the wood planks, I pushed down and lifted myself out of the water with a laugh, slightly out of breath from the swim and the adrenaline from the kiss. Once back on the deck, I stood and allowed Mason to once again take my hand and lead me back toward the blanket.

From there things happened quickly. It was kind of like an out-of-body experience.

One second we were smiling at each other as I wrang water out of my hair, and the next our bodies were flush against each other, and his lips were once again brushing against mine.

Wind whipped around us, causing my still-wet skin to get goosebumps, even as the air seemed to sizzle.

We lowered down to the ground until we were lying on the blanket, his body half covering mine as his hands began their exploration. I shoved my hands in his hair and kissed him back with a fervor.

There was a small niggling in the back of my head, asking if this was the best course of action. If I wanted to rush into this with Mason, which was honestly my M.O., or if I wanted to act like a mature adult and slow things down.

All doubts left my mind when his hand lowered to the apex of my thighs and cupped me over my panties.

I lifted my hips in response and moaned into Mason’s mouth.

It had been so long since I’d been touched in such a way, and everything about Mason felt so good, the last thing I wanted to do was stop.

Instead, when I felt the hard length of him press against my thigh, I reached down and stroked him over his boxers. From there things escalated without hesitation. We both shoved our hands beneath fabric, needing to touch and fondle as our bodies strained toward each other.

His finger entered me as I tightened my grip on his cock and pumped.

We both groaned as we devoured each other’s mouths and brought about one another’s pleasure.

“Oh, Mason,” I cried, breaking free from his lips when he pushed another finger inside my wet pussy. “More…”

I lost purchase of his cock as he shifted about me, and I looked down to see him shucking off his boxers. Liking where this was going, I placed my fingers in the waistband of my panties and shimmied them over my hips before opening my legs wide in welcome and raising my hands toward him.

“You are so beautiful,” Mason said as he took me in and lowered himself between my legs.

He entered me swiftly and my back arched as I scratched my nails down his.

We came together quickly, bucking and panting as we coupled in the bright afternoon sun.

His eyes darkened as they roamed my face, never once breaking our connection as he moved within me.

I was surrounded by Mason. His smell, the sexy noises he made at the back of his throat, and the way his face appeared above me in an expression of awe and pure pleasure.

I came with his name on my lips and, a few minutes later, I felt Mason slide out of me and watched his body shudder as he came on the ground next to us. When he collapsed on top of me, I wrapped my arms and legs around him and hugged him tight.

Slowly, the sounds of birds chirping and water lapping against the dock intruded on our interlude and, as the haze of lust began to subside, I became aware of what had just happened.

Shit.

Thank God he’d been thinking at the end, since we hadn’t used protection … Lord knows I haven’t been.

Suddenly hot with embarrassment, I said, “I’m, uh, on the pill, and I haven’t been with anyone in over a year. I’ve been, uh, too busy with school and work.”

My cheeks felt tight, and my throat hurt as I waited for his response.

“It’s been longer than that for me,” he said lightly, and I ventured a look at his face.

Mason was watching me intently. Unable to stand the scrutiny, I pushed on his shoulders and shifted beneath him, urging him to get up.

Once I was free, I sprang to life, pulling on my discarded underwear and clothes, my words coming out in a jumble.

“I’m so sorry … I didn’t mean for things to go that far … Stupid, Becs … I’m supposed to be acting like an adult now. I’ve got the job, the apartment, the car … I’m trying to be less impulsive and more serious about the decisions I make.”

Once I was dressed I paused and looked around, my hands thrown up as I tried to figure out what I was even looking for.

“Please, don’t apologize,” Mason said as I spun around like an idiot. “I’d hate to think you regret what just happened … I don’t.”

I felt tears prick my eyes as I sighed and glanced at him.

The look on his face made me feel terrible, but not as terrible as the fact that I hadn’t seemed to have grown at all.

I was still doing the same crap I’d always done, which is why I was twenty-eight and had never had a serious relationship. Why would a guy need to put in time and effort to get to know me when I rolled around beneath them at the first sign of interest?

“Can we just go back?” I asked, not wanting to break down in front of him. “I need to get to work.”

“Of course,” he said softly, making me feel even worse.