Page 19 of A Diagnosis Dark & Deadly

“I… don’t know,” he replied honestly and set his plate on the coffee table next to hers so they could have an uninterrupted conversation without the distraction of Chinesefood.

“What do you want us to be?” she asked him. She wasn’t trying to pressure him into anything; her tone was completely curious.

“Well, what do you want us to be?” Damn his defensiveness.

Instead of reacting to his defensiveness, she pondered his question for a moment. “You want to know about me, and… I want to know about you,” she told him, her eyes meeting his. “I like… being with you, even though you are arguably the biggest asshole on the planet, and I definitely enjoy the way you kiss me, the way you touch me, the way you make love to me…” Her voice drifted off and he noticed her bright eyes slightly darkening. Just that familiar look in her eye caused him to start… responding.

“I agree,” he told her huskily.

“But… I don’t want things to move too quickly,” she told him seriously, her sensuous tone disappearing. “I mean, obviously they’ve moved quite fast concerning the physical aspect, and I do… care about you, whether you realize it or not, but I don’t want to be expected to… I don’t know… immediately fully commit to this. Don’t get me wrong,” she added quickly, “I definitely want to… just notnow.”

He smiled at her and leaned closer to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. He loved the silky material of the robe, but he loved the feeling of her skin evenmore.

“I care about you too,” he told her, and for a moment, she looked surprised.

“I knew that,” she told him softly. “I just never expected you to… say anything.”

“I want to repay you for what you did this morning,” he told her, leaning his forehead against herown.

Again, her eyes darkened, but she shook her head and cupped his cheek with her palm. “I don’t want there to be any expectations,” she told him honestly. “When I did that this morning, I wanted to. I like pleasing you. I don’t ever want you to feel obligated in getting me off merely because I got you off because I never want to feel thatway.”

“That’s good,” Mason said and then kissed her cheek softly. She felt her eyelashes flutter lightly against his cheek as she closed her eyes. “Because I want to do this foryou.”

“Well, in that case…” she murmured lowly, letting her voice trail off. She smirked and crawled over to him, her eyes locked on his. He smiled as he watched her, and his smile deepened as she sat on his lap. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him as she leaned her face up to kiss hisneck.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, leaning his head away from her so her lips couldn’t reach his neck. “This is about you, notme.”

“Wow,” she said, resuming her position. Her eyes were dancing with his. “I never thought I would ever hear you say something likethat.”

“It’s like you said, babe,” he said, leaning towards her with a mysterious twinkle in his eyes, “you don’t know anything about me.” With that, he scooped her up into his arms and stood up as she squealed before erupting into a fit of giggles, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her chin on his shoulder. He smiled at her reaction, holding her tightly to him, and headed into herroom.

Gently, he laid her down and brushed his lips against hers. She sighed through the soft touch and repositioned her arms around his neck, hoping to deepen the kiss. He tasted like sweet and sour, which seemed to be the very essence of what he was, except he was much more sour than sweet. His tongue clashed with hers, and he pulled her closer, her body increasing in temperature due to the passion of the kiss. He felt himself respond to her, his member pressing against the denim of his jeans.

“If you keep kissing me like that, things are going to take much longer than the… hour I have left with you,” he said breathlessly, resting his forehead againsthers.

“That’s true,” she agreed. “You better get to it.” Olivia rested her head back down on the pillow and looked up at him expectantly.

Mason took a moment to look at her. She was so… beautiful. He was lucky; he knew it. Only a select few people had had the rare opportunity to see her like this, and he was glad that he was one of them. He might have been happier if he was the only person to see her like this, but he would take what he could get. She was looking up at him with a confident stare, that confident stare that had intrigued him since the first day he met her. Usually, the only two gazes he would receive were either disapproval from Carmen or wistful from Erin and now one of confidence from Olivia, his Olivia. He liked the sound ofthat.

“Hurry up or I’m going to have to do this myself,” she said with impatience.

“I wouldn’t mind that actually,” he told her as he crawled on top of her and then claimed the column of her throat with his hungry mouth.

Olivia moaned softly, her as closing and her hand lost itself in her hair. He trailed downwards, his right hand gently running up and down her smooth, bare calf. His lips reached her collarbone and traveled to the valley of her breasts. His hands found the belt of her robe and quickly undid it as his lips moved to his left. His fingers slipped under the robe and pushed the intruding fabric away so it revealed the majority of her body. She damn well looked like a painting. His lips took her nipple into his mouth while his right hand cupped her throat, his thumb trailing the sharp bone of her jaw. Her moaning caused his member to throb painfully, but he pushed his own reactions to the side; this was abouther.

Mason’s hand left her neck and traced the curves of her body until it reached her hips. His lips continued their attack against her breast as his hand trailed downward until they reached her sex. They gently grazed her lips, causing her to gasp at his touch. He wanted to feel her desire for him, and so, he slipped his finger into her. Almost instinctively, her back arched up against his touch and he had to bite down on his lip to distract him from his pulsating arousal. She was so wet, wet forhim.

Lower he went with his lips, down her curvy stomach, stopping just before he got to her pleasure center. His eyes perked up, looking ather.

“You’re… a goddamn tease,” she breathed, lifting her head to meet hiseyes.

He smirked. “Quite the contrary, my dear,” he told her, running both hands up her sides. “You are the tease for hiding this body from me for so long.” Immediately after stating what was a simple fact to him, his hands cupped both of her breasts and his fingers began to fondle her hard nipples as his lips descended on her sex and his tongue began to administer pleasure on her clitoris. She whimpered at the sudden action, her eyes rolling back into her head. She was ready for him, and her tongue on her clit just heightened the sensation. His fingers seemed to be quite skilled in fondling her, and his tongue would increase and decrease speed.

Her breathing quickened, and that familiar tingling began to swell up in the center of her sex. How long had it been since he started? Who the fuck cared; she was about to release.

“I’m going to come against your face,” she stated before pressing herself against his face as she began to twitch uncontrollably against him. Her brow rose and a smile eclipsed her face as she began to calm down. He slowed his tongue before stopping altogether. Her breathing began to slow, but her face still had the flush that was beginning to get tohim.

“That,” he said as he crawled up to the bed until he was next to her, “was probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard yousay.”