IRIS’ POV:
Mason leaves a trail of kisses down my neck, while my hands roam the top of his chest; where his white button-up lays open. He kisses the spot just under my ear and my body burns with a raw need I have never felt before. If I weren’t sitting on his lap, my knees would have given out.
Meeting my lips again, his kiss becomes more hungry. I feel his hardness press against my ass.
I need him. I need more.
He picks me up and sits me on the edge of the desk, facing him as he stands between my legs. His eyes, the darkest shade of gray, hold nothing from me. He wants me; all of me. I hope to portray the same feelings through mine.
Take me.
I think, only wishing I was brave enough to say that out loud. And for a second I think I might have said it out loud because of something
