Free Dangerous in Training (Aegis Group, #2) by Sidney Bristol Page B

squeezed her eyes shut, pouring all her want and desire into the kiss. Their arms tangled and the top fell on the floor, forgotten. Chest to chest, her nipples rubbed against the wiry hairs sprinkled over his pectorals.
    They danced over the floor until the back of her legs hit the mattress. Her balance tipped and Mason followed her down onto the bed. Even with his weight braced on either side of her, the air was forced out of her lungs.
    After months of longing. Of being in the same room—and worlds apart. The only thing separating them now was her bikini bottoms.
    Mason’s mouth found The Spot again and latched on, his tongue flicking the curiously sensitive bit of skin. She groaned as invisible fingers stroked the coil of desire deep inside her belly.
    “Hope the neighbors aren’t home,” he mumbled.
    “What?”
    “Nothing.” He chuckled.
    Whatever.
    His hands plumped her breasts, thumbs swiping over her nipples. How was it she felt the caress lower? Her back arched and she closed her eyes, running her hands over his shoulders and into his hair. He scooted down, kissing her collarbone, the length of her sternum, until his head was between her breasts.
    Mason pushed her small breasts together, licking one nipple and then the other. She gasped and grabbed fistfuls of the comforter under her. He didn’t seem to mind that there wasn’t even a handful. She felt each pass of his tongue all the way to her vagina. The room was full of her moaning. She could hear herself. She was out of control—and completely under his power.
    Her feet moved restlessly against the mattress, her legs held prisoner between his knees.
    He hissed and her eyes snapped open. That didn’t sound good. He levered up, the moonlight shining off his wet lips.
    “Careful down there,” he said, squeezing her knee.
    “Sorry.” Should she just lay there? Was she moving too much?
    “Don’t be. I like knowing you want me.” He pressed a kiss to one breast then the other, his gaze on hers. His hand traveled up her inner thigh, all the way to the edge of the material covering her mound.
    She swallowed, but her heart was lodged in her throat.
    Mason shifted, wedging his knee between hers. He pressed a kiss to her ribs and stomach. She held her breath, her mind blanking out. She literally couldn’t think, not even to be nervous.
    He pushed the material between her legs aside and slid his fingers inside of her. She gasped at the coolness of his touch and kicked her free leg out to the side. He chuckled against her hip and worked his fingers in deeper, stroking the walls of her vagina.
    “Oh...God,” she muttered.
    Her eyes rolled up in her head. She braced her left foot against the bed and lifted her hips, seeking more of him. It felt right.
    “You’re so wet. Fuck.” His teeth closed around her hip, not biting, but he could.
    Mason pushed up and grabbed her bikini bottoms by the waistband. She wiggled, helping him slide off the last barrier between them. At this point, she wanted them off. He tossed the clothing over the side of the bed and knelt between her legs.
    She didn’t have time or the presence of mind to be nervous. Her entire concentration was on Mason and the way he commanded her body, the things he made her feel. Every cell in her body was attuned to him.
    He spread her labia and thrust more than just one finger into her.
    “Oh!” She shouted, fisting the sheets.
    Holy...
    Her spine bowed as ripples of pleasure shook her, robbing her of thought.
    “Hannah—did you just come again?” Was that pride in his voice?
    “I—I don’t know,” she said between pants. She’d heard of these mystic multiple orgasms, but wasn’t that something only experienced women had? She knew how to use a vibrator, but it’d never been this...intense. Was that because of Mason?
    “I think you did.” He grinned at her.
    She didn’t know if that was a good thing—or if she was supposed to have waited for him. What had Melissa said? Fingers and