Free Because of Sydney by T.A. Foster

and hurt. I had said I was the one who wanted the one-night stand, but with the Padre sun dotting the bed we had shared I was filled with utter sadness.
    I felt the tablet slip through my fingers as Mason laid it on the bedside table. “Before breakfast though, could I interest you in a shower?”
    I looked into his eyes. I realized maybe I wasn’t the only one who didn’t want the morning to end.
    “I don’t have any clothes with me.”
    “Well, I wasn’t planning on you wearing clothes in the shower.” He winked as he led me to the bathroom.
    He turned the hot water on and opened the door when the steam started to billow over the glass doors.
    I stepped inside, feeling the water beat against my skin like warm rain.
    “Feel good?” he asked.
    I nodded. I didn’t think I could use words. They may have been all used up, or I was just tired of talking. I looked at the mountain of a man in front of me. His sculpted chest, the ridges at his hips, the stunning eyes, and I lost all sense of reality. I leaned against the shower wall as his mouth descended on mine.
    The heat rushed between my legs, and I couldn’t touch enough of him fast enough. My hands moved against his chest and over the muscles in his shoulders, feeling the firmness of his skin. The water cascaded down his back and I groaned as his teeth sank into the flesh around my nipple. It perked and hardened under the flames of his tongue. His fingers ran between my legs, urging me to open up to him.
    “Oh, God, Mason,” I panted as his fingers moved in circles. My leg wound around his waist. It had only been hours, but I wanted him inside me again. I was hungry for him. The way he felt, the way he knew how to make me feel explosive and whole.
    His eyes locked on mine. He steadied us against the wall, and I moaned as he slipped inside me. I began to tremble from the intensity. He moved in and out, our bodies colliding with urgent possession.
    I clawed against his back, holding on as the vibrations rushed from my body to his and back to mine again. It was as if we took turns sharing the same current, fueling the energy that joined us.
    “You’re fucking amazing,” Mason growled as his teeth gripped my shoulder.
    His movements quickened, and I screamed his name when I felt my body prickle with orgasmic waves.
    “Don’t stop,” I begged. I wanted it to last forever. I wanted the sensations to double and carry me away, anchored only by the strength of his hands.
    He smiled at me, pressing his forehead against mine. The shower sputtered behind us. “I’m not stopping until you beg me to. And even then I might not.”
    My standing knee wobbled for a second before he picked up that leg and wrapped it on the other side of his hip. He plunged deeper and I screamed with electric pulses.
    “Too much?” he whispered in my ear.
    “No. I want more. More.” I gripped at his neck. He answered my request with another thrust that sent me over the edge. Toppling until I thought my body would melt in his hands.
    “God, Sydney.” He clenched his teeth and I could see the veins in his neck throbbing. “You feel too good.”
    I ran my lips over his mouth, sucking and twining my tongue against his. My hands wound around his neck. The rhythm slowed between us and my eyes opened. His eyes searched mine and my heart pounded against my chest. He moved slowly, reveling in the feel of our bodies coming together then slowing drawing farther apart.
    I dug my heels against him. “Don’t,” I pleaded. “It’s too much.”
    He kissed me harder. “I can feel all of you like this.”
    I felt him pull away again and I whimpered. He moved back inside me slower than before. I sank into the pleasure of his hardness. “Ohh,” I moaned.
    “It’s good, isn’t it?”
    He already knew the answer. The way his body reacted to mine said everything. We were going to incinerate if we kept this up.
    I wouldn’t be able to last much longer if he held this slow torturous pace. It was