Free Make Me Believe: Unbelievable, Book 3 by Crystal Jordan Page A

her breasts. She shivered and her breath panted out. White-hot lava flowed through her veins, following in the wake of his gaze.
    She was more turned on than she ever had been in her life, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
    Dropping to his knees before her, he leaned his forehead against her belly, his palms cupping her hips. “I want you, Celia. I always want you.”
    “I’m right here,” she whispered. “Have me.”
    “You’re here, but for how long?” He tilted his head back and met her gaze.
    The open expression made her breathing hitch. She didn’t know what to say, what to do. Since her last divorce, she’d run from relationships, and nothing and no one had tempted her the way he had. It was why she’d avoided dating him, knowing instinctively that he’d be dangerous to her determination. Her lips trembled when she smiled at him, and she traced her fingertip over his high cheekbone. “I’m here now. That’s all I can give you. You’ve known that from the beginning.”
    He sighed and closed his eyes. “Yeah. Now I understand why. I just wish…”
    So did she. He was the first person to make her wish she were different, that her experiences had been different. But that was fruitless longing. “I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be.” He shook his head and met her gaze again. There was disappointment there that stabbed at her soul. A half-smile kicked up one side of his mouth. “Let’s enjoy now, if that’s all we get.”
    Cupping his jaw in her palms, she bent forward to brush his lips with hers, putting everything she couldn’t give him into the kiss. It was sweet, hot, everything she’d ever wanted and had found far too late. His tongue pushed into her mouth, and she moaned, the heat she was becoming accustomed to wrenching through her system. His fingers stroked over her hips, tracing the ties that held her lingerie closed.
    He released her lips, kissing the lower curve of her stomach through the sheer mesh. She jolted in surprise when he nipped at her belly button. “Mason!”
    A rich chuckle was the only answer he gave her. He moved down, dipping his tongue between her thighs to lick her clit. She gasped when the fishnet material stroked over the tight bundle of nerves, sending an arc of pleasure streaking through her body. The tip of his fingers skimmed the edge of her lingerie, down until he could tease the lips of her pussy.
    She pressed her hands to the back of his head, urging him closer. She craved those talented lips on her flesh, wanted him to taste her cream and make her come. His breath rushed over her wet sex, and her muscles quaked in anticipation. He leaned back, tugged the ties at her hips free, and shoved the lower half of her teddy out of his way. He jerked one of her thighs over his shoulder and opened her wide.
    Then he buried his face between her legs, feasting on her sex. His fingers stroked up and down her slit while his tongue curled around her clit. A low keen broke from her throat, the intensity of it swamping her. Her pussy flexed on nothingness, and she wanted…she needed …
    He thrust his fingers deep inside her, and she arched helpless against him. “Mason, Mason, Mason!”
    Climax crashed over her, a flashflood that sent her spinning into oblivion. Her pussy spasmed again and again around his fingers, and a sob wrenched from her. It was too much. Far too much. His tongue and hands continued to work her until her knees buckled.
    He caught her, lifting her against his chest. Her heart hammered, and she clutched at his shoulders as he rose to his feet and deposited her on the bed. He came down beside her, sucked her nipples, and the rasp of the mesh with the wet heat of his mouth had her arching off the mattress. Her nails dug into his shoulders, holding him to her. Moans spilled from her throat, her need sharpening once more.
    He stripped the rest of her lingerie away, throwing it off the bed. “This is gorgeous, but it’s in the way.”
    “I’m glad you liked