Free Wicked Nights by Lexie Davis Page A

lips parted as he continued to pump his fingers into her. Her lips parted. He watched her as his thumb swept over her clit.
    Mason pressed a kiss to her breast, licking her stiff nipple. God, he wasn’t even inside her yet, and she went straight to his head.
    “I like you like this.” Mason turned his attention to her other breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth and letting it go with a pop. “Soft and compliant. Wet and needy. You’re seconds away from begging me to fuck you.”
    She clutched his hair and held his mouth against her. He was more than happy to give her whatever she wanted, but he liked that the hot lawyer wanted to fuck the convict. She wanted his cock inside her, not that pansy-assed cop who hit on her every chance he got. She wanted his mouth on her, his mouth on her pussy, his fingers filling her tight hole. She wanted him even if she tried to deny it.
    He withdrew his hand and pushed up from her. She’d wrapped her legs around him and he didn’t waste any time aligning their bodies so he could fit inside her. Wet pussy was wet pussy, but Addison damn near made him lose his fucking mind. She clenched him, hot as a furnace and wetter than the gulf. He closed his eyes, relishing the moment.
    Mason took his time, letting her call the shots with the little signs she gave him. A whimper, a moan. He loved the sweet sigh she made when he brushed against her G-spot and how she arched her back off the bed. They strained for pleasure, pleasure Mason didn’t quite want just yet. He wanted to stay with her, inside her, for as long as she’d let him. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he entertained the idea that it wouldn’t be long. She’d eventually give him up when he fucked up, and he knew that was bound to happen sooner rather than later. He sucked the tip of her breast into his mouth as he thrust into her, not giving a damn about anything but the present. Addison came hard, tightening around him, digging her nails into his back. He let her ride the wave, hoping to build another one before he let go.
    “More, baby,” he whispered in her ear. “I want more.”
    She lifted her hips and he fucked her harder. He’d never been with someone so responsive. Or maybe he’d never paid attention before. She sank her teeth into his shoulder, coming hard enough to surprise them both. Mason felt everything pour out of him, unable to stop it. The hot flash of pleasure was something he felt down to the bone. He collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily as he calmed from his euphoria.
    After a while, he rolled off her and sat up, looking down at her. “You’re my woman and that’s good enough for me.”
    Addison sat up and pulled the blankets over her body. “Fine.”
    Mason stared at her. Something was still wrong. Perturbed, he asked, “What the hell is wrong now?”
    “We didn’t use a condom.” She walked across the bedroom and snagged a towel from the closet. After cleaning up, she met his eyes.
    “You’re not on the pill?”
    “No, I’m not.” She had an eerie calm about her, something he’d only seen in the courtroom right before she ripped the prosecutor a new one.
    He rubbed his forehead. “Well, it’s not like you stopped me.”
    She narrowed her eyes. “God help you if we ever meet in family court.”
    He gave a sharp exhale. “Addy…”
    “Take me home.” She grabbed some clothing and headed out of the bedroom without saying another word.
    They really did need to offer classes for men on the female gender. Mason fell back against the mattress. He was normally a bullshit-free kind of man, but dammit if he didn’t like Addison and the drama that came with her.
     

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Addison woke to the smell of something burning. She sat up and glanced around, her entire room full of smoke. She coughed before reaching for her phone and dialling 9-1-1. She had no idea what the hell had happened, but her room was at the back of the house and the door was at the front. She