Untouched: 2 (Rough Boys) (20 page)

“Mrs. Callahan, with your leave, I’d like to take Eva away for the rest of the day and tonight.”

Eva’s mouth fell open. Her mother came to the door with a broad grin. Brady bounced up beside her, his arms filled with a giant plastic dinosaur. Her mother ruffled his hair.

“Go on. Brady, Grandpa and I will be fine until you come back. Eva, honey, you’re glowing.”

Eva stepped up and hugged her mother tight, then dropped a kiss to Brady’s cheek and told him to be a good boy. In a whirlwind, she was ushered back to the driveway and placed in the passenger seat of Mason’s truck.

He backed her little car out and parked it on the street. In a moment, he launched into the truck with her. Leaning across the console, he hooked a hand behind her neck and drew her in for a lingering kiss.

Love flowed through her along with moisture between her thighs. His roughened jaw cut into her skin deliciously. She snaked her arms around his neck, eager for more. To feel that coarseness on her sensitive inner thighs.

Drawing away, he smiled down at her. “The first thing we do is get you a new car. Until I parked it just now, I didn’t realize your bean can was in such bad repair. I think you need a nice, new four-wheel-drive vehicle. Of course, you won’t be driving to work anymore. You can walk out of our bedroom and down the hall to our office.”

Her heart flipped and settled into a happy staccato. She put her hand into his and anticipated her role as Mrs. Mason Dorsey. In the meantime, she ached to know where her future husband was taking her.

Mason pulled into the parking lot of an upscale hotel. He cut the engine and turned to face Eva. Her steady gaze set fire to the kindling in his soul. He devoured her with his gaze, taking in the happy gleam in her eyes and the soft twist of her mouth.

Mine.

He reached for her. “I hope this is okay. I just need to be alone with you. To prove to you how much I love you.”

Across the console, she came easily into his embrace and dropped her head to his shoulder. “Well, if the fact that you drove thousands of miles to find me or the new engagement ring on my finger didn’t prove your love, there’s something that does.”

He drew back to stare into her face. “What’s that?”

“The dinosaur Brady was hugging.” Tears gathered in her dark chocolate eyes, making them sparkle in the fading afternoon light. “Mason, that was the best thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

He pressed kisses to her temple, the crest of her cheek and her full lips. “I promise there will be so much more. I want to give you and Brady everything. Starting tonight.”

Releasing her, he opened his door and climbed out. Before she could open her door, he was pulling it open and tugging her into his arms.

Inside the hotel, he booked them a room. Then, leading her by the hand to the bank of elevators, he fought his rising need. He wanted nothing more than to sink into her again and again to assuage his lust, but this wasn’t the time. He wanted to give his fiancée the most romantic, sensual night of her life.

Beginning now.

They entered the elevator and he jabbed a finger into the “door close” button before anyone else could board. He pressed their floor and the elevator shot upward. Turning to her, he caught her around the waist and shoved her against the wall.

Her soft curves conformed to him. He sagged at the knees and ground his cock into the V of her legs. The heat of her body scorched him even through their clothing.

A moan broke from her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and yanked his head down. Tilting her face up to his, she parted her lips for him.

He took immediate advantage. Easing his tongue between her lips, he met the velvety tip of hers. He groaned into her mouth and rocked his erection against her pussy.

The silken feel of the interior of her mouth impassioned him. He angled his head and gathered all her flavors, hungry for more. She tugged on his hair, drawing him deeper. The elevator hummed beneath his feet and through her petite form.

He glided a hand down her spine to the curve of her lower back. The swell of her buttocks filled his palm perfectly.

“God, I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to get to do this every day.” He captured her earlobe between his teeth and worried it lightly, flicking it with his tongue.

The elevator lurched to a halt, joggling them closer together. She laughed softly, her breath teasing his neck.

Swiftly he scooped her up behind her thighs and tipped her against his chest. A joyous laugh echoed down the long corridor. He held her tightly, reveling in her weight in his arms. His to have and to hold forever. A built-in family too.

She ran her fingers over his shoulders and back, giving him chills. His cock stiffened painfully.

Slow.

Reaching the door, he supported Eva with one arm and fished in the front of his jeans for the room key card. It took him four tries to open the door, and by then, Eva was giggling uncontrollably.

The sound inspired images of kissing her open, laughing mouth. Pushing through the door, he strode directly to the bed with her. Instead of laying her down though, he continued to cradle her against him.

He searched her gaze. “Thank you for saying yes.”

“Thank you for asking.” Her throaty tone threaded beneath his skin.

Swiping his tongue over the seam of her lips, he fought for control of his passions. His instinct was to tear her clothes off and take her. He shuddered, thoughts of her bare flesh against his nearly undoing him.

She met his kiss eagerly, swirling her tongue against his for long minutes. The air conditioner unit buzzed and outside the faint noise of traffic sounded. But in here, he detected only her breathing, coming quicker with each pass of his tongue.

Swinging her to her feet, he broke the kiss. He tangled his fingers in her hair and stared at her blurred gaze. “Let’s start in the shower,” he said.

A soft smile spread over her lovely face. All at once, he saw her in a dozen different scenarios—at his side in a white gown, by his side in the Dorsey Forestry office and holding their first child together.

He swallowed hard.

“Yes,” she whispered.

He led her to the bathroom. Switching on the light, he found luxurious fixtures, including a huge shower and a separate soaker tub with water jets. She gripped his hand hard.

“Mason, this is going to be interesting…”

“Shower first.” He adjusted the water and then turned to her. As one, they reached for each other. Buttons, zippers, hems eased up and down. He peeled her clothes off with wild abandon and she did the same to his.

When they faced each other in the nude, his head took over again.
Slow.
He slid his hands up her sides, his cock growing harder as he felt the curves he adored. Her long hair tumbled over her shoulders, the ends curling around her full breasts. Her rounded belly made him want to nuzzle it and the sight of her pussy sent his cock bouncing against his abs.

He circled her nipples with a fingertip, watching her expression turn to one of bliss. Her nipples pebbled under his hands, growing into two stiff peaks. He pinched them lightly, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers.

She swayed against him, seeking more. He cupped one breast on his palm and lifted it to his mouth as he dipped his head. The sweet jewel hardened on his tongue. He sucked it deep into his mouth, drawing on it while swirling his tongue over the sensitive perimeter.

Digging her fingers into his hair, she lashed him to her. A shiver coursed through her body. “Mason, I need you.”

He released her breast and surged up to claim her mouth. He slanted his lips over hers until she was gasping and weak-kneed.

Picking her up, he turned for the glass-enclosed shower stall. The warm water engulfed them. Kissing her, he tilted her back into the stream. He wrapped her long hair around his fist and tipped her head farther so she was no longer under water. The droplets poured over the arch of her throat and breasts. He sank his teeth into her slender neck and sucked the skin into his mouth.

Once he’d marked her out of the need to possess her. He knew that now. But he no longer needed to do such a thing. The ring on her finger told the world she was his.

Heart drumming, he pulled her up and against him. She went on tiptoe, circling his neck with her arms. The crush of her soft body ignited him.

She reached between their bodies and without warning gripped his cock. Her slippery fingers around his shaft nearly sent him over the edge.

A smile tipped her lips into a beautiful bow. She pumped his length through her fist once, twice.

He gripped her wrist and pulled her hand away. “Not yet. I can’t lose control.”

Reaching for the bottle of hotel soap, he squirted a copious amount into his palm. He rubbed his hands together suggestively and then started to wash her. The creamy soap slicked a path from her neck to her inner thighs. He purposely avoided her pussy, knowing it was the neediest spot.

She twisted in his arms. “Please, Mason.”

He nipped her earlobe. “Please what, love?”

“Touch my pussy. I need your fingers on it. In it.”

Grinning, he cupped her mound. The smooth crest drove all thought from his mind. He let himself simply feel and his hands wander.

Sliding a finger down her seam, he nudged her button. A moan broke from her. He smoothed his finger back up, brushing it in the barest of touches. Her eyes hooded and her lips fell open.

He cradled her head in one hand and took her mouth as he stroked her clit. The flesh swelled under his finger, urging him on. He pulled back the hood and located her core. Pressing it into her body, he swallowed her moans.

For long minutes he rubbed her clit until her muscles were straining for release. “Not yet,” he growled, and turned her into the spray again. Rinsing her clean, he then pinned her against the wall and drove two fingers deep into her pussy.

She rocked, riding his fingers. He glided them in and out, his fingers sliding smoothly into her channel, the path made ready with her juices.

Escaping the spray, he dropped to his knees before her. She cried out and he met her gaze up the length of her body.

“I’m going to taste you and make you come. Then I’m going to stroke you right here—” He curled his fingers against her spongy inner wall, locating her G-spot with practiced ease.

She trembled all over. “Yes!”

“And then I’m going to take you against the wall. Then the bed. Then the floor. The desk. The window seat. I’m going to love you all night and long into the morning, baby.”

She gave a mewl that turned to a low cry as he sent his tongue into her wet folds. Her flavors burst on his tongue. Sweet musk and desire. He lapped at her aroused pearl until the first spasms began around his fingers.

He stroked her faster, keeping the tempo even. Her sex pulsed heavily. With a cry, she came. Juices squeezed from her folds and she raked his shoulders with her nails.

“Fuck!” She bucked against his mouth and he licked her sweet pussy faster, extending her orgasm.

Shudders of delight ran through her. Before she could come down, he shot to his feet and claimed her mouth at the same time he sank his fingers knuckle-deep into her spasming channel.

A scream ripped from her. She clung to him, running her hands over his chest and shoulders.

He tore his mouth away. “Fuck my fingers, darlin’. Let me make you come. That’s it. Is that fire burning?”

“Uh-huhhh.”

“Focus on it. God, I can feel you starting to tighten. Fuck!” He drove his fingers in and out of her body mindlessly. Still fucking her with his fingers, he sucked a nipple onto his tongue.

He lightly grazed her nipple with his teeth, taking her to new heights. She grew taut as a sapling in a driving wind. When he thought she could bear no more, she shattered.

Her body clenched and released around his fingers. He pulsed into her with quick movements. Cream flooded his fingers. Harsh rasps filled the shower, along with the scent of her desire.

Long moments passed. Her breathing slowed as he withdrew his fingers and then eased them in with an exaggerated motion.

“Mason…”

“Yeah, baby?” He stared into her dark eyes. The centers were blown wide with her pleasure.

She curled her fingers around his cock. “Your turn.”

The citrusy scent of the body wash rose around Eva as she squirted some into her hand. She’d never showered with Mason before and was eager to feel his muscles beneath the slippery bubbles.

She soaped up her hands and splayed her fingers across his rounded pecs. His hard body thrilled her. The thought of waking up next to him every day for the rest of her life seemed surreal. Like a fairy tale. Mason Dorsey was the whole package—brains, brawn, unbelievably loving and out of this world in bed.

Or in the shower.

She caressed his pecs and downward to his ridged abs. She spent some time creating suds on his love trail. By the time she plunged her fingers into the curly nest of his pubic hair, she was throbbing with need again.