regretted asking him the question.
“We don't have to talk about it. If I get too personal, just let me know.”
“It's not that.” He responds coming to stand in front of me. “I actually would rather be doing something else right now.” He responds in a huskier tone, while staring at my lips.
My breathing picks up a bit, and my heart is pounding in my chest.
Stepping in my personal space, he looks down at me and cups my face with his hands.
“What are you doing?” I ask him.
“This might sound crazy, but since meeting you. All I've wanted to do is kiss you.” He says while rubbing one callous thumb against my lower lip.
“You expect me to let you kiss me after your mouth was all over Cassie's tonight?”
“She kissed me.”
I lean in closer until my lips are less than an inch apart from his. “That may be but I didn't see you fighting her off either.” My eyes linger to his lips. They were pink, full and kissable. I lick my own, then I pull away.
“What are you getting at Nyla?” He asks removing his hands from my face.
I look up at him then I shrug my shoulders.
“If I wanted to be with Cassie tonight. She would be the one standing here with me instead of you.” He says somewhat in a cocky tone.
I raise my left eyebrow in question. Waiting on him to elaborate some more.
“When I left the club. I took her home. That's it. Then my plan was to drive back to the club and have a couple of drinks with the band, but of course that didn't happen.”
I shake my head, and begin laughing to myself. “Mason. You don't owe me an explanation.”
He stands there for a moment, not saying a word. Studying me like he's trying to solve a problem to a math equation.
“What's your story Nyla?”
“My story?”
“Like what's your favorite color. What kind of music do you listen to? What makes you happy, sad, or even cry?”
“Why?”
“What's wrong with me wanting to get to know you?”
“There's nothing wrong with it.”
“Okay. Then what’s your favorite color?”
“Yellow.”
“What kind of music do you listen to?”
“Anything and everything good.”
“What makes you happy, sad, or cry?”
“Why don't you stick around and find out.” I respond with a hint of challenge.
“How long are you here for?”
“Two weeks. Is that plenty of time for you to complete my biography?”
“Smart ass.” He says, showing off his gorgeous smile. “More than enough time.” He says stepping back into my personal space again. “Just one kiss Nyla.” He says changing the subject.
We stand there staring at each other in silence. Me staring at his lips, and him staring at mine. Then I allow the words to slip from my lips.
“Then kiss me.”
nine
Mason
Then kiss me.
Is what she tells me. So I will. But if only she knew how bad I wanted to do so much more. Right now I wanted to peel this fuckin' dress off, so I could kiss, suck, lick, and bite every inch of her brown skin.
Putting my hands on the sides of her face again, I look down at a pair of lips that I so badly wanted to taste. They were thick and luscious. I wonder how they would look wrapped around my dick?
I lower my head until my lips are barely touching hers.
Nyla places her palms against my stomach and
grabs a hold of my t-shirt, bunching it up between her fingers.
The feel of her tongue licking across my lower lip followed by her sucking my lip rings into her mouth causes me to fuckin' lose it.
When she releases my lip. I take the lead, and press my lips against hers, and we both moan into each other’s mouths in unison.
Slipping my tongue between her lips I become lost and dizzy. Just one taste was all it took. I stumble forcing me forward, and pushing her against my car.
I was trying to take my time with her, as if she had a
“We don't have to talk about it. If I get too personal, just let me know.”
“It's not that.” He responds coming to stand in front of me. “I actually would rather be doing something else right now.” He responds in a huskier tone, while staring at my lips.
My breathing picks up a bit, and my heart is pounding in my chest.
Stepping in my personal space, he looks down at me and cups my face with his hands.
“What are you doing?” I ask him.
“This might sound crazy, but since meeting you. All I've wanted to do is kiss you.” He says while rubbing one callous thumb against my lower lip.
“You expect me to let you kiss me after your mouth was all over Cassie's tonight?”
“She kissed me.”
I lean in closer until my lips are less than an inch apart from his. “That may be but I didn't see you fighting her off either.” My eyes linger to his lips. They were pink, full and kissable. I lick my own, then I pull away.
“What are you getting at Nyla?” He asks removing his hands from my face.
I look up at him then I shrug my shoulders.
“If I wanted to be with Cassie tonight. She would be the one standing here with me instead of you.” He says somewhat in a cocky tone.
I raise my left eyebrow in question. Waiting on him to elaborate some more.
“When I left the club. I took her home. That's it. Then my plan was to drive back to the club and have a couple of drinks with the band, but of course that didn't happen.”
I shake my head, and begin laughing to myself. “Mason. You don't owe me an explanation.”
He stands there for a moment, not saying a word. Studying me like he's trying to solve a problem to a math equation.
“What's your story Nyla?”
“My story?”
“Like what's your favorite color. What kind of music do you listen to? What makes you happy, sad, or even cry?”
“Why?”
“What's wrong with me wanting to get to know you?”
“There's nothing wrong with it.”
“Okay. Then what’s your favorite color?”
“Yellow.”
“What kind of music do you listen to?”
“Anything and everything good.”
“What makes you happy, sad, or cry?”
“Why don't you stick around and find out.” I respond with a hint of challenge.
“How long are you here for?”
“Two weeks. Is that plenty of time for you to complete my biography?”
“Smart ass.” He says, showing off his gorgeous smile. “More than enough time.” He says stepping back into my personal space again. “Just one kiss Nyla.” He says changing the subject.
We stand there staring at each other in silence. Me staring at his lips, and him staring at mine. Then I allow the words to slip from my lips.
“Then kiss me.”
nine
Mason
Then kiss me.
Is what she tells me. So I will. But if only she knew how bad I wanted to do so much more. Right now I wanted to peel this fuckin' dress off, so I could kiss, suck, lick, and bite every inch of her brown skin.
Putting my hands on the sides of her face again, I look down at a pair of lips that I so badly wanted to taste. They were thick and luscious. I wonder how they would look wrapped around my dick?
I lower my head until my lips are barely touching hers.
Nyla places her palms against my stomach and
grabs a hold of my t-shirt, bunching it up between her fingers.
The feel of her tongue licking across my lower lip followed by her sucking my lip rings into her mouth causes me to fuckin' lose it.
When she releases my lip. I take the lead, and press my lips against hers, and we both moan into each other’s mouths in unison.
Slipping my tongue between her lips I become lost and dizzy. Just one taste was all it took. I stumble forcing me forward, and pushing her against my car.
I was trying to take my time with her, as if she had a
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