Wide Spaces (A Wide Awake Novella, Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: The 12 NAs of Christmas, Shelly Crane
his shirt. "Of course I'm going to spend Christmas with you." I licked my lips again. "Thank you, Mason."
"You're welcome."
"No…" I pulled a move from his playbook and took his face in my hands. His cheeks were deliciously scruffy. He took my hand and kissed my palm before putting it back to his face. "I don't know if I ever said thank you for taking care of me."
He looked down and shook his head. "It was nothing—"
I moved his face back up. "I mean it. Thank you."
He watched me. "You're welcome, Em."
When his fingers went around my back and inched into the waistband of my jeans, I knew he was imagining my tattoo , just as I always did to his, the fever pitch was back on point. He leaned in so close I could almost feel him touching my lips. The pause was weighted and heavy, so reverent that I opened my eyes to see what his face would look like. He was in that awed state of disbelief that he seemed to be saturated in, usually when I was practically begging him to kiss me. Like right now.
I moved forward to capture his mouth, but he backed away a small inch to evade me.
"Mason," I complained.
He smiled. It was a cross between a sexy grin and a smile of just happiness and nothing more. I couldn't help but smile at him when he was in this mood. He thought he was grateful to have my love, but I was just as awed at the way he loved and cared for me. I bit into my lip and tilted my head a little. I took a deep breath and let my eyes flutter a little with the passion that was currently coursing through my veins.
It wasn't very hard to show him how he was affecting me.
"Text your mom," he commanded softly. "Let's go to bed."
My heart beat entirely for that statement. He chuckled and moved to let his nose touch mine, just a little. "Emma?" he tried to coax me from my stupor.
"OK," I supplied and did as he asked. When I was done, I tossed the phone onto the chair a few feet away. I looked back up at him and eased my arms around his neck. "Now what, Mr. Wright?"
He returned back to pressing against m e and kissed my nose. "No classes for two weeks, right?"
I shook my head. "Nope. I'm yours for two whole weeks."
He smiled. "For now. Soon, you'll be mine forever."
"I already am." Admiration bathed him, but I wanted more than that. I pulled his neck down to me and kissed him, showing him how insane he made me. He pushed my belly a little. It was too late when I realized what he was doing. I laughed as my lips let go and I fell backward onto the couch cushions. I giggled even harder as he climbed effortlessly over the top to land on me gently. He pushed my knees apart with his big hand and settled onto me easily. I lifted my knee and put my heel on the back of his leg, so comfortable and happy with him.
I felt his warm fingers on the skin just under my shirt as he slanted his mouth over mine slowly. When I pushed both of my hands into his hair, he sighed, bathing my neck with warm, sweet breath. "So…I thought we could start moving some of your things in this week if you wanted."
I opened my eyes to find him watching me closely. My heart thumped happily. "Well…this is my home now, isn't it?"
His grin was immediate and gorgeous. "Right here." He leaned the inch between us and kissed me hard. "This is your home, Em," he growled happily and kissed me harder.
His palm skated down to my leg and he pulled, tugged, and gripped my thigh through my jeans. I had a feeling that Mason had a thing for legs because he paid an awful lot of attention to mine. He made me feel so loved, so welcome, so needed in that moment.
And he was completely right.
I trusted him, closed my eyes, and hung on for the ride.
Only 24% of Americans do not have a tattoo.
Mason
I woke with my arms around her. I groaned at the feel of it and couldn't wait until this was a daily occurrence. I glided my hand down her side, past her hip to her leg, and back up again. She was so real in my bed—not a
"You're welcome."
"No…" I pulled a move from his playbook and took his face in my hands. His cheeks were deliciously scruffy. He took my hand and kissed my palm before putting it back to his face. "I don't know if I ever said thank you for taking care of me."
He looked down and shook his head. "It was nothing—"
I moved his face back up. "I mean it. Thank you."
He watched me. "You're welcome, Em."
When his fingers went around my back and inched into the waistband of my jeans, I knew he was imagining my tattoo , just as I always did to his, the fever pitch was back on point. He leaned in so close I could almost feel him touching my lips. The pause was weighted and heavy, so reverent that I opened my eyes to see what his face would look like. He was in that awed state of disbelief that he seemed to be saturated in, usually when I was practically begging him to kiss me. Like right now.
I moved forward to capture his mouth, but he backed away a small inch to evade me.
"Mason," I complained.
He smiled. It was a cross between a sexy grin and a smile of just happiness and nothing more. I couldn't help but smile at him when he was in this mood. He thought he was grateful to have my love, but I was just as awed at the way he loved and cared for me. I bit into my lip and tilted my head a little. I took a deep breath and let my eyes flutter a little with the passion that was currently coursing through my veins.
It wasn't very hard to show him how he was affecting me.
"Text your mom," he commanded softly. "Let's go to bed."
My heart beat entirely for that statement. He chuckled and moved to let his nose touch mine, just a little. "Emma?" he tried to coax me from my stupor.
"OK," I supplied and did as he asked. When I was done, I tossed the phone onto the chair a few feet away. I looked back up at him and eased my arms around his neck. "Now what, Mr. Wright?"
He returned back to pressing against m e and kissed my nose. "No classes for two weeks, right?"
I shook my head. "Nope. I'm yours for two whole weeks."
He smiled. "For now. Soon, you'll be mine forever."
"I already am." Admiration bathed him, but I wanted more than that. I pulled his neck down to me and kissed him, showing him how insane he made me. He pushed my belly a little. It was too late when I realized what he was doing. I laughed as my lips let go and I fell backward onto the couch cushions. I giggled even harder as he climbed effortlessly over the top to land on me gently. He pushed my knees apart with his big hand and settled onto me easily. I lifted my knee and put my heel on the back of his leg, so comfortable and happy with him.
I felt his warm fingers on the skin just under my shirt as he slanted his mouth over mine slowly. When I pushed both of my hands into his hair, he sighed, bathing my neck with warm, sweet breath. "So…I thought we could start moving some of your things in this week if you wanted."
I opened my eyes to find him watching me closely. My heart thumped happily. "Well…this is my home now, isn't it?"
His grin was immediate and gorgeous. "Right here." He leaned the inch between us and kissed me hard. "This is your home, Em," he growled happily and kissed me harder.
His palm skated down to my leg and he pulled, tugged, and gripped my thigh through my jeans. I had a feeling that Mason had a thing for legs because he paid an awful lot of attention to mine. He made me feel so loved, so welcome, so needed in that moment.
And he was completely right.
I trusted him, closed my eyes, and hung on for the ride.
Only 24% of Americans do not have a tattoo.
Mason
I woke with my arms around her. I groaned at the feel of it and couldn't wait until this was a daily occurrence. I glided my hand down her side, past her hip to her leg, and back up again. She was so real in my bed—not a
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