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first moment I saw you.”
    “You were only twenty-two,” she sputtered in protest.
    His kissed her temple, enjoying the scent of apples that teased his nose. “What can I tell you, I’ve always known exactly what I want.”
    “And you wanted me?” Her voice came out more hesitant than usual.
    Mason tilted her face up to him, wishing he could see her beautiful brown eyes and the thick ink-black lashes surrounding them. He comforted himself with the thought that he’d have the rest of their lives to look into her eyes. “Why is my wanting you so hard for you to understand?”
    Her graceful shoulders moved in a sexy shrug. “For one thing, there’s the difference in our ages.”
    “I don’t see why? Older women are sexy, you are sexy. Not to mention you’re smart, got a great sense of humor, a killer smile and a set of legs that I can’t help but picture wrapped around my neck.”
    Delicate hands smoothed up and down his thighs in a gesture that betrayed her nerves but did nothing to calm his burgeoning arousal. He wrapped one arm around her waist pulled her tightly against his rising cock.
    He looked down and smiled when she pressed back against him. “Another point in my favor is I can always keep up with you sexually. I want to fuck you again, right here and now until you scream my name again.”
    Her spine pressed against him as she moved closer to him and he felt more of his control slipping away. “You’re too sore for that right now. I want to take care of you, not just fuck you.”
    “Then I have an ache that you need to take care of.”
    He smiled over her head while his heart pounded in need. Maybe he could tease them both long enough for Courtney to come. Then he’d take her back to bed and fuck her mouth like he’d been dying to.
    Taking her hands, he moved them to her breasts. When she started to pull them away he covered them with his. “I want to see you touch yourself again,” he whispered softly.
    Her head fell back against his chest in a pure feminine sign of acceptance. “Will you touch me, too?”
    “Hell yeah, try to stop me.”
    He lowered his head and gave her a chaste kiss, a bare brush of their mouths. Then he tilted her head back up to tease the tender skin of her shoulders and neck with soft kisses. He used his hands to trail a path from her hips to her breasts and down again. One arm banded around her waist, steadying her in the slippery water, as the other slid beneath the wet surface to glide against the smooth flesh and small tuft of curls. Easily he parted her silken folds.
    He heard her breath catch and she started to shake as he slid his fingers against her wet flesh, circling around the hard little nub of her clit, brushing it before he slid one long finger inside her. She was swollen from their earlier lovemaking and her flesh felt tight around his finger. Mason’s eyes clamped shut. Maybe not seeing her arousal would help keep his leashed. Slowly dragging his fingers from her body, he brought them to his mouth and licked them.
    “The way you taste,” he moaned as her flavor burst through his senses. “If I could bottle it I’d make millions the first day.”
    Then he slid his hand between her legs again, flicking his thumb over her clit before succumbing to the need to have some part of him inside her. He pushed his fingers back into her grasping heat. They both groaned at the contact.
    With her hands still cupping her breasts he watched her nimble fingers pull and tug her tight nipples and her legs spread farther. Her spine bowed as she rocked her pelvis against his hand. His fingers slid in and out of her wet, tight flesh, stretching the swollen tissues farther. Pressing his cock against her ass, he gritted his teeth. She was shivering, bucking in his arms as her fingers frantically twisted red, puckered nipples. Without stopping to think, Mason leaned down, pressed his teeth to her shoulder and bit down hard.
    There was a feminine scream, then a flood of cream