Daisy
He didn’t answer me at first. And for a second I thought I had asked to much , had pushed him to far. Maybe I wasn’t what he needed after all , no matter what he had said just seconds before.
Maybe I wasn’t enough.
And then his hand moved, cupping my naked breast. Masons rough thumb brushed over my n****e. And it puckered under his skin instantly. A strangled growl ripped from his lips. A guttural pained sound and any thought I had that he might not want me left in a rush.
He didn’t just want me. He needed me.
And it was a primal kind of need.
Pressing me downwards , he didn’t move his hand from my body. Rolling the fleshy orb in his hand he stared down at me. His beautiful sea green eyes hooded. “Daisy?”
“Mason.”
“I need to make sure…” his head dipped down, peppering kis
