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on. She wanted to see him, to feel him, taste him. He wouldn’t complain if she had a little sample.
    “I love it when you do that,” he groaned, pulling her on top of him. “I just want to crawl inside your head and see all of the things you’re thinking of doing to me.”
    The way his need throbbed between their bodies reminded her she needed to dig out the condoms stashed in her drawer. That way they’d both get what they wanted.
    She sucked in air and willed the oxygen up to her brain. Her body was wound tight as a spring, not allowing her any thoughts but how to find release again.
    Lifting herself up, she leaned forward and slid the nightstand drawer open. She fumbled around past her now-irrelevant vibrator and found the box in the back. She tried to open the cardboard carton with her fingers, but in frustration went at it with her teeth.
    “A new box? Hannah, did you plan this?” he taunted her.
    Finally removing a packet, she ripped it open. “Just be grateful one of us is prepared.” She greedily grasped him and he jerked in her hand. A wicked laugh erupted from her throat as she felt his length, his girth. This would be one magic ride.
    She placed the condom over the swollen head of his cock and then bent down to roll the condom on with her mouth. His hands in her hair stopped the motion.
    “Hannah, I’m so close,” Mason ground out between clenched teeth. “If you do that I swear, I’ll come right away.”
    “You are?” she purred, wrapping her finger and thumb around the base of him and squeezing, hard. She relished taking a little control back. “Better?” she teased, releasing him.
    He moaned and flopped back against the mattress.
    “I thought you wanted to watch me,” she teased, tickling his hips with the ends of her hair. She took the condom off the end of him and sucked him into her mouth with one long pull. She teased him with her tongue, his taste tangy but not bitter. She’d definitely have to sample more of that later.
    “Mason,” she whispered, looming over his body, drunk in her regained power. “Open your eyes.” She repeated the condom routine, and this time he managed to let her put it on.
    “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
    “Could you stop now?” she taunted, straddling him once more.
    “Hannah,” he warned, his hands finding their way to her hips.
    “Could you?” She grasped his cock, rubbing the tip of him against her wetness.
    “Could you?” he warned, locking her in his gaze.
    She didn’t answer, just positioned and let gravity ease him inside. His eyes fluttered closed and she froze. “Open your eyes or I’ll stop.”
    His eyelids flew open at the threat. “Liar,” he ground out, pulling her down completely.
    She gasped at the stretching fullness. With her hands on his shoulders, she gave herself a moment to relish the sensation. When she couldn’t stand it anymore, she began to rock her hips, never breaking eye contact.
    “I want to watch you too,” she panted, the pressure magically beginning to build yet again.
    He moved his hands from her hips, raising one hand to knead her breast, pull her hard nipple. He pressed her clit with the thumb of his free hand.
    “Mason, please. I want to wait for you,” she begged. And she didn’t even care.
    “You go and I won’t be able to stop.” His desperate gaze showed the truth. He was right on the edge with her.
    She closed her eyes and arched her back, soaking up every sensation his body poured in to her. She rode the wave as the world narrowed and darkened and then exploded into a thousand colors behind her eyelids.
    Screaming came from somewhere. Her, him, she couldn’t quite make out. Her body kept reminding her to breathe, as if she were drowning. At some point, the blankets covered them as they nestled together.
    As she drifted off to dream, she heard him whisper, “I knew it. I knew from the way you kissed we’d be this way.”

Chapter Six
    Mason heard her moving around in the