All For You (Rocktown Ink #5) Sherilee Gray (best memoirs of all time .TXT) 📖

neck, along my jaw. “You’re so beautiful, kitten. God, I want you all the time.”

“It’s the same for me,” I whispered, gripping his shirt on either side of his waist.

He kissed me again, slow and sweet, his stubble grazing my skin, his scent filling my head. His hold on me tightened and I leaned into him, wanting to get closer, always wanting to get closer. The kiss grew more urgent, and I returned his enthusiasm. Right then I needed to lose myself in him. No more thinking.

His hands dropped to my butt and he hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck as he carried me upstairs. The kiss was deep and all-consuming, and I had no idea how we made it to his bedroom. He lowered me to his bed, coming down on top of me and kept on kissing me as his hand worked its way up under my dress.

He cupped my bare flesh. “How you doing?”

“Not so good,” I said.

“You aching, kitten?”

“Yes.”

“You said you thought about me?”

“Yes.” Always.

“What did you think about?”

“This, being alone with you in this room. The things you said this morning,” I whispered. “I spent the whole day hot and achy and feeling empty.”

His face hovered above mine as his other hand brushed my cheek, then higher, the tip of his fingers gliding along my hairline, down to my ear, and across to trace my lips. “I’m gonna make you come with my mouth now, kitten, because you’ve been so very good. So patient. Then I’m going to cuff you to my bed and use your toy to make you come again.” He pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. “Then I’m going to fuck you so hard the headboard will make a dent in the wall. You good with that?”

I nodded, breath rushing from me, so hot for him right then I’d let him do anything he wanted to me. He’d taken Clark from me when I’d followed him over to the house, bringing it up to the bedroom and stashing it somewhere before we ate.

Leaning in, he kissed me again, then moved down my body, his eyes on mine as he slid between my legs. Both of us were still dressed, and for some reason it was so incredibly sexy and a little dirty when he shoved up my dress.

His gaze dipped between my thighs. “Fucking hell,” he rasped and licked his lips. “You need to come bad, don’t you, kitten?”

“Yes.” I whimpered, so turned on now, I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. “I need you.”

Mase didn’t make me wait another moment, he pressed his palms against my inner thighs, holding me wide, and brought his mouth down on my highly sensitive flesh. I was so needy, so desperate to come, the first lick had me crying out, my hand delving into his dark hair to hold him there. Mase traced my folds, licking and sucking me like I was his favorite meal, giving me what I desperately needed. My orgasm was already building, not surprising when I’d been out of my mind wanting him all day.

He dragged his tongue higher, flicking my clit several times, then wrapped his lips around it and sucked. My back arched and I screamed out, coming hard and fast.

Mase kissed the inside of my thigh, then climbed off the bed. Watching me, he reached back, tugged his shirt off, and flung it aside. Then moving to the bedside drawer, he pulled out a set of cuffs and Clark, tossing them on the bed beside me.

A quiver moved through me, something that Mase didn’t miss as he took me in lying there. My gaze moved over him as well, his chest and broad shoulders, his tight abs and down to the bulge behind the zipper—another hungry shiver racked through me.

A muscle in his jaw jumped. “You know what that little shiver does to me, kitten.” He moved closer and planted a hand against the mattress, looking down at me. “Arms above your head.”

I did as he said and he tugged my dress higher, then up and over my head, throwing it aside with his shirt, my bra joining the pile next.

Taking the cuffs, he curled his fingers around one of my wrists and secured one end before threading the other end through the wrought iron bars of his headboard. “If you don’t want to do this anymore, or you change your mind, if you don’t like the way this feels, just tell me and I’ll get you out of them straight away, okay?”

“Okay, Mason.” His nostrils flared when I used his full name. I didn’t know why, but he loved it when I used it, especially when I was naked. And there was no way I was going to change my mind, I’d been fantasizing about this for a while now.

He secured the second cuff around my wrist so it was the same as the first. Leaving room, but not quite enough for my hands to slip free.

Mase stood back, his gaze moving over me, helpless and naked.

My face was flushed and my hair fell all over the place. I’d bent my knees, keeping them pressed tightly together to ease the growing ache, and with each one of my excited breaths, my breasts jiggled.

His fingers flexed at his sides. “Fuck, Trixie.”

I squeezed my knees together tighter at the hungry growl in his voice.

Without another word, he crawled onto the bed, hovering over me, that dark gaze everywhere. He leaned in and pressed his nose to the side of my neck and breathed in, making another rough sound. One of his hands covered my breast, and he massaged it as he kissed the skin over my collarbone, then carried on down. His lips covered my nipple, and he sucked it into his hot mouth.

I writhed, gasping.

Mase kept it up, while his other hand continued to massage the other side. I squirmed beneath him, my entire body hot and