Free Wicked Nights by Lexie Davis

be romantic. A pledge of commitment.”
    He arched an eyebrow. “Says the woman who thinks I’m incapable of commitment and also has no tattoos.”
    She smiled. “Okay, you’ve got me there.”
    “Hell, yeah, I’ve got you.” He leaned in to kiss her. “Now, stop talking about other women unless you’re planning to have a threesome.”
    She blinked a few times, stiffening on top of him. “Do you want a threesome?”
    He glanced up at her. This was coming from the person who’d basically chewed him out for the mere thought of another woman touching him. She confused the hell out of him.
    “Are you willing?”
    She held eye contact. “That’s not an answer.”
    Uh-oh. Her mood had instantly changed. Mason blinked a few times, trying to figure out what was wrong. He realised a little too late that the longer he waited to answer, the worse it got.
    “If you’re willing, then yes. No man is going to turn down a threesome. Why are you making this a big deal?”
    She pushed off him. “Because it is a big deal. What are we doing?”
    She stepped back, turning to head down the hall. He moved from the couch, faster than lightning and grabbed her arm. With a swift tug, he pushed her up against the wall, pinning her body with his.
    “What the hell is wrong with you?”
    She shook her head.
    Mason felt his anger rising and tried to calm down. “If you don’t tell me what the fuck is wrong with you, how the hell am I going to fix it?”
    “What are we doing, Mason? You’re never going to give up that lifestyle for me, so who are we kidding? You want to fuck around with anyone who is willing. I’m not saying don’t do it, but I am saying you won’t do it with me.”
    He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. “What lifestyle?”
    “The bimbos. The skanks. The threesomes and God only knows what else.”
    He let her go and licked his lips. “There is nothing to give up. And even if there was, I pretty much have by my choice to be with you. I’ve fucked you once and it’s all I can think about. I had my chance to find someone else, but I didn’t want it. I want you and you’re standing here in my hallway denying it to me. I don’t give a shit about what you think I’ve done in the past.” His hand slid beneath her shirt. “Why are you so insecure about it?”
    “I’m not like them. I’m not that kind of woman.”
    “Maybe that’s why I want you . Maybe that’s why I waited for you . Maybe that’s why all I can think about is fucking you .”
    He slipped his hands inside her shirt and cupped her breasts. Her little gasp of delight gave him the perfect opportunity to taste her. Her lips parted and he thrust his tongue between them He could spend all night tongue-fucking her mouth. She tasted like the wine they’d had at the restaurant, nearly as intoxicating as the alcohol itself.
    She pushed at his chest, meeting his gaze. “I’m not sure I trust you enough to believe that.”
    “Stop fighting with me.” He nipped her lip. “You’ve got this look in your eyes, and I can’t stop thinking about what it feels like to be inside you.”
    He tugged her shirt up and off her body. He didn’t know what the hell went on in her mind. A guy needed a PhD in female thinking to even begin to understand the thought processes of a woman. He’d dropped out of high school, so a PhD was out of the question. Her shorts came off next and he lifted her, walking back to the bed and laying her there. He drove his hand between her legs, finding her wetness and exploring her enticing body. The sounds of her whimpers urged him on.
    The window of opportunity with her left him time-constricted. If she ever allowed her mind to come into play, he was fucked. He wasn’t about to sleep on the couch with a hard-on again.
    His scratchy face left red marks on her perfect skin and he liked it. Even more, he liked that she seemed to like it. He moved over her as he found the side of her neck. Her eyes were half closed,