Internally I may be begging, but on the outside, I stubbornly hold onto my pride. I chuckle huskily. “So you’re gonna play the victim? You’ve been doing everything in your power to get me worked up.” When Mason withdraws abruptly, I whimper. The mattress dips and then his body is right there on mine. His thighs are braced around mine, his abs are pressed to my back and his fingers are knotted in my hair. I feel his lips skimming that tender spot behind my ear. “Now, here we are.”
