The Lesson (3 page)

Bianca gasped and tightened her legs around
his waist.

Mason’s head fell back and he inhaled
sharply, his breath one long hiss, and Bianca wondered how much
more she could take.

All she knew for certain was she wanted to
take it all if she could.

As she reached for his shirt with trembling
fingers, wanting to feel his bare skin under her hands, a bright
light washed over them.

“Shit,” Mason swore, and Bianca dropped her
legs to the ground as he shielded her from view.

The lights belonged to another car making
its way through the garage, and after a moment, they
disappeared.

Mason looked down at her, breathing heavily.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said, reaching for her hand.

She nodded, following him without
question as she tried to calm herself. She wondered for a moment if
her heart could burst clean out of her chest.
What are you doing?
she asked herself.
You’ve never … I’ve never … this is
crazy.

You’ll regret it,
the voice inside her shouted.

I don’t care,
Bianca replied stubbornly.
Go
away.

You most certainly do
care,
the voice replied
. You
were ready to strip your clothes off and screw a total stranger
right here, in the middle of a parking garage!

It wouldn’t have gone that
far,
Bianca lied to the voice.

Who are you trying to convince?

Shut up!
Bianca shook her head, trying to dispel the voice. Finally it
fell silent.

They reached the elevator, and Mason pushed
a button. As the doors closed, he turned to pull her into his arms
again.

Reason had just begun to return to her
addled senses, and she pulled back slightly. “What if someone else
needs to use the elevator?” she breathed.

“No one else is going up,” he answered as
his lips plied hers. “And my apartment is the only one on my
floor.”

His mouth captured her tongue again, and all
words fled her. A few moments later, the elevator dinged, opening
to a wide foyer and Mason scooped her up without breaking contact
between their mouths. He carried her into the apartment, the
elevator doors closed, and finally they were alone.

Seconds later, Mason deposited her onto the
softest suede couch she’d ever touched, and a moment after that,
his body stretched out next to her.

His mouth covered hers and their tongues
danced again, teasing, tasting and testing. Bianca ran her hands
through his hair and down his back, relishing the feel of his
muscles rippling beneath her palms.

Mason pulled back. “I want you,” he told her
huskily. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted a woman. I want to
undress you, and touch you, and kiss every inch of your body.”

“I barely know you,” Bianca breathed.

Mason nodded. “I know. And I know it’s
crazy, but I feel as though we’ve known each other for years. Like
we were supposed to know each other.”

What a line,
the voice mocked.

Is it a line? Is
it?
Bianca shot back.
If it
is, it’s a good one, because he’s right. I feel exactly the same
way. He feels … familiar. Scary and comforting all at the same
time. He feels like home.

Whatever that means.

Go away.

Bianca stared up at him, her eyes luminous.
Reaching up, she cupped the side of his face with her hand, wishing
she could read his mind.

At her touch, he shuddered, his eyes
closing. “Your touch makes me feel like I belong here. Right here
and right now, with you. Like I’m home.”

Bianca gaped at him. How could he know she
felt exactly the same? Speechless, all she could do was to stretch
up and place a tender kiss on his lips.

His eyes flew open and he gathered her into
his arms, nearly crushing her to him. His lips traveled across her
forehead, down her cheeks, to her neck. He gently nibbled at her
earlobe and she arched against him.

“I need you,” he whispered against her ear.
“Please let me touch you.”

“Yes,” she replied as her heart beat so fast
for a moment she thought it might burst from her chest.

His fingers reached for the buttons on her
blouse and his eyes captured hers. “I’m going to unbutton your
shirt unless you stop me.”

She didn’t.

With slow, deliberate movements, he released
the first button, then the second, and then the third. When he
reached the fourth, he paused for a moment. Bianca thought she
would go crazy with desire and she whimpered a little. He shuddered
as he pulled her shirt from her slacks and finished unbuttoning it
until he was able to push it away from her shoulders, leaving her
firm belly and white lace bra exposed.

He cupped her full breasts as he teased her
nipples with his thumbs until they strained against the lacy
material of her bra. “Oh, Bianca,” he moaned, leaning over and
taking a nipple in his mouth, bra and all. His hot breath cut
through the fabric, the heat racing through her body all the way to
her core. Bianca bucked slightly.

Mason’s hands went to her bra straps and
pulled them down around her arms until her breasts were fully
exposed. He left the straps where they were, trapping her arms
against her side. His mouth captured one breast while a hand went
to the other, pulling and teasing her nipples with fingers and
tongue until they were both taut and erect.

Bianca squirmed from the twin sensations,
reveling in the hot, wet temptation of his mouth, as well as the
firm, almost painful treatment of his fingers.

Mason sat back and she whimpered in protest.
“Sit up,” he told her.

She complied and he quickly took off her
shirt and unhooked her bra. As he gazed down at her in
satisfaction, she reached up and pulled on his shirt. “You too,”
she whispered.

He pulled his shirt over his head, and
Bianca inhaled as she took in his tanned skin and chiseled abs. She
reached for him, wrapping her arms around his chest and pressed her
face against his hot flesh. She inhaled deeply, reveling in his
scent. Licking one of his nipples, she smiled inwardly as he swore
and then nibbled gently as she remembered how good it felt when he
did it to her.

He quivered. “God, you’re sexy as hell,” he
muttered, his hands reaching for her slacks. He unbuttoned them,
his eyes on hers as he slowly pulled the zipper down, giving her
time to object.

Bianca couldn’t think of any reason why
she’d want to stop him, so she didn’t.

Mason pushed her slacks down around her
buttocks. “Oh, lord,” he shuddered when he took in her plain cotton
panties. “That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He climbed off
the couch and pulled her to stand, taking a step back.

His gaze made her blush, and she smiled
shyly and twisted her hands together as she tried to shield her
body.

“No!” he shook his head, pulling her arms up
and stepping back again. “Don’t hide yourself. You’re exquisite. I
couldn’t dream a more perfect woman.”

Still standing, he wrapped one arm around
her waist and let the other wander down to the junction between her
thighs, keeping his hand on the outside of her panties. He began
rubbing the sensitive nub within her folds and she cried out, her
head falling back slightly as she arched her back. She wrapped her
arms around his neck to keep herself from collapsing to the
floor.

His lips and tongue trailed her neck as he
continued to rub, and the heat within her grew and grew until she
thought she might burst.

“Please,” she quivered, not really knowing
what she was asking for.

“Please what?” he pressed, his fingers
increasing speed. “Tell me what you want, Bianca.”

She moaned, senseless from the sensation of
his touch.

His fingers stopped and she cried out in
dismay.

“Tell me what you want,” he said again, his
eyes darkening as he stared down at her.

“I- I want you,” she stammered as she bit
down on her bottom lip.

“How do you want me?” he pushed.

“I- I-“Bianca’s brow furrowed with
confusion. What on earth did he mean? He watched her expectantly,
but she didn’t know how to give him what he wanted. She
wanted
to, but she didn’t know what
he was asking.

Finally she looked up at him with earnest
eyes and said the only thing she knew to say. “I want you however
you want me.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Mason studied her for a moment. “What is it
about you?” he murmured as his gaze grew stormy. “We just met and I
feel like you’re a part of me. I can’t get close enough to
you.”

Bianca pressed against him, standing on her
tiptoes to whisper in his ear. ”You can try.”

His nostrils flared and he gripped her arms,
yanking her close so he could grind against her. She moaned and let
her head fall back as she absorbed the sensations. A moment later
he wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up off the
floor.

His mouth attached to one of her breasts and
he suckled deeply. Bianca sighed and wrapped an arm around his
neck, holding onto him as he continued to tease her nipple with his
tongue.

Mason carried her through the apartment, his
mouth never leaving her breast, and when he reached his
destination, he kicked the door open with such force it slammed
into the wall, the door handle piercing the drywall behind it.

Bianca’s eyes opened just wide enough to
take in a huge bedroom, beige carpets covering the floor and a
giant king sized bed in the middle of the room.

His mouth released her breast and he worked
his way up her chest, her neck and then her ear. “I’m going to lay
you on that bed, and then I’m going to blindfold you, tie your
hands to the bedpost and fuck you harder than you’ve ever been
fucked in your life.”

Bianca’s eyes flew open and she gasped. Her
senses were on fire and as much as his words inflamed her, they
shocked her as well.

Don’t pretend you didn’t
like it,
the voice inside her mocked.

She lifted her chin in defiance. No, she
wasn’t going to pretend his words didn’t excite her beyond belief.
Or that her imagination ran wild, thinking of all the things he
might do to her, the pleasures he could bring.

Those thoughts spurred her, giving her a
courage she didn’t know she had. “Bring it,” she uttered, meeting
his gaze dead on.

He stared at her, emitting a low, strangling
noise before he all but threw her on the bed. Leaning over, he
grasped her panties in one hand, and in one swift movement, ripped
them off.

The violent gesture inflamed her senses as
she watched him walk over to one of the nightstands on either side
of the bed and open a drawer, withdrawing a scarlet satin blindfold
and several long, silken scarves of the same color.

Leaning over the bed, he wrapped a scarf
around her wrist and then tied it to the plain but sturdy wooden
bed frame at her head. He quickly applied the same treatment to her
other wrist, then stood back to observe his handiwork.

His nostrils flared as he looked down at
her. “I want you so much I can barely stand to look at you,” he
breathed.

Bianca twisted her hands nervously, testing
the constraints as she peered up at him. Something about her
helplessness and the look in his eyes excited her more than she
thought possible. “Show me,” she panted.

Mason inhaled and closed his eyes for a
moment. “I swear I could come just looking at you,” he muttered
before his eyes popped open again and he leaned over and gently
placed the blindfold over her eyes.

The world blacked out and Bianca froze. She
tried to listen for a sign of what he was going to do next.
Suddenly, the very tips of his fingers blazed a trail up the side
of her thighs, then the planes of her stomach, over her breasts and
back down again. The feathery sensation made her squirm.

His fingers stopped for a moment and she
moved her head around hoping to catch a glimpse of movement, but
the blindfold obscured everything. Then the bed sank slightly
beneath her and she could feel him hovering over her.

His body pressed down on hers and she gasped
as she realized he was as naked as her. His body flamed against her
and she could feel the hard length of his erection against her sex.
She couldn’t stop herself from pressing upward against him.

“Shit!” he swore, and ground himself against
her. She bucked back, aching for more.

He stopped, stilling her movements with his
hands and legs. “Not yet,” he told her.

He kissed her hard, his tongue caressing her
lips before they moved down her neck, continuing downward to her
breasts. Taking one in his mouth, he sucked hard, laving the nipple
with his tongue. He removed his mouth and flicked the taut nipple
hard with a finger.

Bianca squealed.

“Too hard?” he asked.

“N- no,” she stammered. “Just …
unexpected.”

He didn’t answer, instead continued to tease
her nipples until her back arched off the bed as she attempted to
get closer to him.

With one more flick to her sensitized
nipples, his mouth moved lower, his teeth grazing the curve of her
stomach as he went. Finally, he came to her hot mound and his
tongue slipped into her folds, flicking her quivering nub.

She cried out, pulling at her
restraints.

His tongue continued to assault her velvety
core as one hand grazed her thigh, making its way up until a finger
paused at her quivering entrance.

“You taste sweet as honey,” he growled as he
slid a finger inside her. “Bianca,” he breathed. “So wet. And
tight. So fucking tight.” His finger moved in and out, then twisted
back and forth, adding a new dimension of pleasure.