“Sage.”
Her name again. Scared this time. Awestruck. Like moving forward might ruin them both and he still could not stop looking at her like she was the only true thing in the room. He could see it in her face—she wanted this. Wanted it so badly it was breaking him open. The kind of painful, wanted pleasure that could make a person cry. He looked ready to be the first one who did.
His hand slid over the lace of her underwear. She was soaked through it, throbbing against his palm. Mason’s fingers pressed, rubbed, cupped her through the fabric until Sage’s hips jerked.
“Mason—please. Touch me. Yes—there. I want you. Please—”
Shameless. Begging. She did not care.
He rubbed her harder through the lace, forehead against hers, breath hot.
“Do you even understand what the f***k you’re doin
