Page 5 of A Diagnosis Dark & Deadly

Mason’s hand slid up her bare arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake, until it reached its destination of cupping her cheek with his palm. She had never been kissed like this, and she never expected to be kissed by her boss. And yet, she felt completely comfortable, completely safe with him. This was what she needed right now; she needed companionship, she needed to know that she could be appreciated, and while it was coming from a very odd source, it was coming. He tilted her head back very slightly as he ran his tongue along her bottom lip. She eagerly obliged his silent request and opened her mouth so he had full access toher.

He slipped his tongue between her lip, tasting the inside of her mouth with much enthusiasm. His thumb stretched down to gently trace the line of her jaw and she instinctively leaned into his touch while keeping their lips intact. He coiled his other arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him so that he could feel her pressed against him, and she could feel his impending desire for hergrow.

Olivia’s hands slid from around his neck, dropping so they rested flat against his chest, drifting downward until her fingertips slipped underneath his shirt to grip the edge of his shirt’s hemline. The feel of her on his bare skin caused him to moan softly, which only encouraged Olivia’s action. She gripped the shirt tightly before pulling it up, over his head, and tossing it carelessly on the floor.

The two stood there, a couple of meters apart, their breathing ragged. Olivia’s eyes shamelessly traveled up and down his torso. Sprinkles of hair covered his chest, while his stomach was toned. Granted, he did not have defined abdomen muscles, but he was fit and very, verysexy.

“What?” he asked her, his eyes trying to read her face. “Are you surprised?”

“Yes,” she said, finally meeting his eyes and smiling. “Pleasantly.”

She stepped towards him again, and pushed up on her toes, reaching around his neck so she pulled him towards her. He chuckled at her eagerness but obliged her demand for him. Her lips captured his with just as much passion as they were once engulfed in. Olivia pressed herself against him, loving the feeling of his body against hers. He wrapped both arms around her slender waist, enjoying the feeling of the small curve of the small of her back underneath his hands. But he wanted more- he wanted to feelher.

Mason broke the kiss but quickly repositioned his lips on the crevice of her neck. She tilted her head back slightly, giving him more access to her neck. She ran her hands up and down his back, enjoying the muscles involuntary twitch at her touch. She let out a low moan once his lips hit the spot where her neck and shoulder met. She didn’t know how her towel managed to survive all this moving without slipping off, but she wanted it off. She wanted it gone. Luckily for her, Mason seemed to want the same thing. He met her lips again, and as they kissed, he backed her up so the back of her knees hit the bed. Before she knew it, she was lying flat on her back, with Mason positioned on top of her, maintaining thekiss.

When they had to break for air once again, Mason looked down at her pensively.

Olivia sighed, looking into his blue eyes. “I know that look,” she said, slightly breathlessly. “What are you thinking?”

He smiled at her knowledge of him, before reaching down and curling an errant strand of her hair behind herear.

“I’m thinking,” he replied huskily, “of yanking this towel off of you before I have my wicked way withyou.”

“What’s stopping you?” she asked lowly, cocking a brow up and looking at him expectantly.

“I… don’t know,” he said, before leaning down and kissing her once again.

While her fingers lost themselves in his hair, Mason’s hand slid down her face, past her neck until it finally stopped at the edge of her towel. Gently, he released the towel’s hold on Olivia’s body before discarding it on the bedroom floor.

“I… want… to see you,” he told her against her lips, and then pulled away fromher.

His eyes traveled hungrily over the body he had so long fantasized about. Her breasts were full and round, her nipples hardened due to both the cold and her desire for him. Her waist curved in slightly, revealing her flat and yet soft stomach, before reaching her defined hipbones. His eyes continued to move downward, to the well-maintained curls that hid her sex. Then he followed her legs down until he reached the tips of her toes. For someone so short, she really did have longlegs.

Olivia thought she might have been nervous or even self-conscious during his scrutiny, as she was when he caught her wearing nothing but a towel, but she seemed to feel relaxed, comfortable, and even content. She liked watching him watch her. His blue eyes began to travel back up her body until they rested in hereyes.

“You’re beautiful,” he stated as though it was one of the many medical facts heknew.

She smiled in response but said nothing. He dropped his head so he kissed the side of her neck while his hand cupped her left breast. Her back arched up, into his touch, which excited him even further. His fingertips fondled her erect nipple, and he dropped his lips down ever further, capturing her right nipple in his lips. Her breathing began to quicken, and soft sighs escaped her lips. She reached towards the elastic of his pants, and before he knew it, her fingers wrapped tightly around his member. He let out a surprised groan, suddenly distracted. Her fingers were so soft, so warm against his shaft, that it took him a beat to remember that he was also pleasuringher.

His hand left her breast, and trailed downwards, feeling her soft stomach, traveling through her dark curls until his finger slipped down below and found the pleasure center of her sex. Now it was she who stopped her gentle tugging to let out a moan and instinctively rose her hips slightly, wanting more. His mouth stayed on her nipple, his tongue flicking out while his fingers began to brush against her clit. He wanted her to come; he wanted to make her come. His fingers began to move faster, her breathing became shallow, and his mouth kept up the speed. Olivia didn’t know what to concentrate on; pleasure was radiating from every inch of her body that it was almost painful. Suddenly, there was a hitch in her breathing, and Mason knew she was at the peak. She had to release her hold on him to prepare for what was tocome.

His lips left her breast to tell her, “Come forme.”

His voice was enough to send her off the edge, and she began to twitch involuntarily underneath him as a sense of erotic release washed over her. She let out a soft moan, her hazy eyes meeting his blue ones. He continued until after he knew she was finished, and she smiled up at him. Not her infamous dry smiles, or even one of her small, sincere smiles; this one was more like a beam. He had witnessed the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, he decided.

For whatever reason, she twisted her torso towards her nightstand, and slid the drawer opened. He watched her with curiosity, as she stayed there for a moment. When she found what she was looking for, she shut the door and turned around, tossing the packaged condom athim.

“Hurry,” was her breathless command, and he grinned at her request.

It took him only a moment to slip out of his pants and slip the condom on. When he was ready, he hovered over her, the tip of his penis grazing her vaginal lips. She narrowed her eyes at him, obviously having trouble dealing with the amount of time it was taking him to enter her. He had to hold back a chuckle. He would never admit this to her, but he knew that this might only be a one-time thing, and he wanted to enjoy every moment of living his fantasy. He leaned down and placed a soft, chaste kiss on her full lips, loving the way her lips molded perfectly with his. He opened his eyes, looking into hers for a moment, not knowing what he was looking for, but knowing he would know when he sawit.

Then she smiled, one of her small, sincere smiles, and he knew he had found what he had been lookingfor.

He smiled back and slipped into her. Both of them let out content sighs. She was so wet, so tight, that he had to stop himself from moving against her so he could gather his thoughts. Olivia’s head had lifted up, her hands wrapping around him. Her fingertips dangled loosely, tracing a pattern in his back, giving him goosebumps. She seemed to be enjoying this as much as hewas.

Then, when he was ready, he began to rock slowly againsther.

“You’re not going to break me,” she whispered after a moment. He raised his eyes to look at her face, and she smiled mischievously. “I actually like it rough.” To prove her point, she bucked her hips against him, causing him to groan.