Visions. Part 19

"Consider yourself forced." Mayson retrieved a bowl of cherry glaze from the refrigerator and handed it to Paige. "Pots are in the cabinet under the stove."

Paige did as instructed while keeping an eye on Mayson, who seemed to know her way around the kitchen and the food, and who had a subtle way of making Paige feel normal inside this glamorous mansion. Did she know her way around a woman with just as much grace? Or would she turn out to be just like the others, a lousy lover with a pretty face?

Was Paige going to find out? Tonight? Did she want to?

f.u.c.k. Yes, she did. It was unnerving how badly she wanted to. She wasn't supposed to want anything from Mayson except her yearly donation, let alone s.e.x.

But she couldn't deny the curiosity, the desire, and the ache throbbing between her thighs.

Forty-five minutes later, she laid her napkin on the table and leaned back with a sigh. She had to admit that was the best piece of salmon she'd ever had the pleasure of eating. She'd moaned with the first bite. The second. And the third. So Mayson could cook. Didn't mean anything.

Mayson refilled their gla.s.ses of wine. "Follow me."

Paige did, admiring Mayson's lean back, the sway of her tight a.s.s. She was sure a looker. All that jogging was paying off in the most delectable places.

Mayson sat on the couch and patted the s.p.a.ce beside her, hoping Paige would join her instead of taking the free s.p.a.ce on the opposite side. She'd been quiet through dinner. Whether truly enjoying her food, or avoiding conversation, Mayson wasn't sure.

Paige sat down but left several feet between them.

Mayson could feel her anxiety. She liked it. Liked knowing she, the real Mayson, could provoke Paige's s.e.xual discomfort. G.o.d knew she'd been in mental anguish all day recalling their night at the lingerie shop. Her insides had burned with every recollection.

Paige kicked her sandals off, then turned sideways to face Mayson. "Time for a little more Q and A."

Mayson propped her arm on the back of the couch. "Be gentle with me."

Paige could think of nothing other than not being gentle. Of tearing into this woman. Ripping and clawing at her. She blinked at her own images and cleared her throat. "Why do you have a guard?"

Mayson chuckled. "Promise not to laugh?"

With a nod, Paige took a sip of wine, enjoying the slow warmth crawling through her veins. Too many more refills and she'd be on the stupid side of woozy. The side that made her act on her needs. The side that made her entirely too brave. Then again, she'd have something to blame come morning light.

"He came with the house."

Paige angled her head. "Came with the house? Like a consolation prize?"

Mayson laughed. "Something like that. He worked for the previous owners. Celebrities. He was going to be out of a job, so I kept him. Even moved him and his wife to one of the guest houses by the beach."

"Do all of your employees live on the grounds?"

"If they need to."

Paige could only stare. Had Mayson just shown her soft side? Another soft side? d.a.m.n, did she have a bad side? Yes...the dark side of pus.h.i.+ng innocent people into fountains.

"Why are you single?" Paige took another sip.

Mayson thought about the answer. Truth was, she didn't know why she hadn't met the one. Had she not searched hard enough for her? Had she consumed too much of her time in business? In disaster relief? Was she holding out for one in particular? Had she been holding out for Paige?

"I'm not sure. Maybe I'm waiting."

"For what?" Paige turned the gla.s.s back to her lips and Mayson watched the motion.

She seemed nervous all of a sudden. Was Mayson creating that tension?

Mayson resisted reaching out for her, pulling her across the s.p.a.ce, and molding her tongue inside that mouth. "For the explosion."

Paige took another sip and arched a brow. "You believe in that love at first sight, breathless, blinding lights bulls.h.i.+t?"

Mayson pondered the question. No. She'd never believed in all the love hype. But she wasn't so sure anymore. Not while Paige was a grasp away. Not when Mayson could think of nothing other than locking herself between those thighs and f.u.c.king Paige until she begged for more, or for an end. The s.e.xual chemistry was incredible. She'd never felt it with another woman. All she wanted to do was act on the urge. Right now.

"No. But I believe I'll know it when it happens." Mayson set her gla.s.s on the coffee table and turned back to Paige. "I'll feel it."

Paige only stared at her. Her throat rippled as she swallowed. "And when you find it?"

Mayson scooted toward her. "I have only one simple rule for the one I'm meant to spend my life with."

Paige licked her lips. "What is that?"

"Keep the fighting clean. And the s.e.x dirty." Mayson plucked the winegla.s.s from Paige's grasp and set it on the table.

When she turned back, she had to bite back a moan. Come f.u.c.k me was written in the depths of those green eyes. "Paige?"

"What?" Paige whispered.

"Kiss me."

Paige hesitated for point two seconds before she flung herself at Mayson. She was desperate for that kiss, craving the feel of Mayson against her once again.

Their lips locked and tongues invaded. Paige moaned, her insides throbbing like a steady heartbeat.

Mayson tugged her close, her palms on either side of Paige's face, holding her in place.

Paige crawled over her lap and pushed her backward onto the couch. She ground in desperate drives as lights burst behind her closed lids. Good. Mayson felt so f.u.c.king good. Her tongue drove deeper into Paige's mouth and Paige whimpered. Her hips surged down over Mayson, craving penetration, beyond wretched for the o.r.g.a.s.m already scrambling to the surface.

Mayson palmed the cheeks of her a.s.s and pumped into her. "You feel so good, Paige." She drove her tongue into Paige's mouth again.

Paige hummed and circled, greedily seeking release.

Mayson pushed against Paige's weight with nothing more than the strength of her stomach muscles. She flipped Paige onto her back and shoved the hem of Paige's dress up around her hips.

When a finger slicked against the edge of Paige's underwear, she sucked in a startled breath and locked her fingers in Mayson's hair.

Mayson teased her opening while her tongue stabbed seductively into Paige's mouth. Then she entered her in one smooth thrust.

Paige fisted hair and jerked Mayson's head back while those fingers filled her. She stared up at Mayson, in complete disbelief that she was lying beneath this woman with Mayson's fingers inside her.

Mayson's lips parted as she watched Paige, those brown eyes packed with desire. She drove in once, then again, and dear G.o.d, again, f.u.c.king Paige, pumping her hips into Paige with every driving force.

Paige came in a blinding wave of wet heat. She screamed out and clutched at Mayson, her insides eagerly squeezing those fingers.

Mayson fell over her, still pus.h.i.+ng in and out of her, until Paige bucked one final thrust and arched away. Then she lifted Paige up and around her hips. Paige wrapped her arms around her shoulders and locked their lips together once again.

She felt weightless in Mayson's grasp, those tight arms easily holding her.

Mayson kicked open her bedroom door and stepped across the room while Paige ground against her, already eager for more.

They fell onto the bed and immediately started tearing at clothes, unable to break the seal of their kiss, both breathless and desperate.

Paige ripped at Mayson's T-s.h.i.+rt while Mayson tore at her dress. She wanted Paige's skin against her own. Wanted to hear Paige scream out again. This time, against her mouth. Next time, around her tongue. And then, beneath her again. Over and over, alternating every s.e.xual position they fell into.

She'd never been so consumed with this type of need, this kind of desperation. It was unnerving at the same time it was comforting. This was Paige. Her mystery woman. She felt just as connected now as she had all those years ago. Were they meant to be together? Was Paige the one?

The emotions waving through her said she was. They said she'd waited long enough and had finally found her equal. The one who could make her feel just like this. Exactly like this.

Paige broke the kiss long enough for Mayson to tug the dress over her head and shuck out of her T-s.h.i.+rt before her lips were back against Paige, tongue invading.

They finally managed to kick out of their underwear before clinging to each other once again. Slick skin against slick skin. Hot breaths against hot breaths.

Mayson screwed her eyes shut with every hiss and cry and whimper. She was overflowing incredibly fast with emotions. Love. Ache. Need. Was this what Paige was looking for? Love? Had she been holding out for at first sight, breathless, blinding lights love? Did she even know?

The realization stabbed hard. Had they both been holding out for this? For this emotional connection? For each other?

Mayson rolled Paige onto her back and kneed her legs apart. "Tell me what you want, Paige."

Paige arched against her. "This."

Mayson sucked at her neck. "Tell...me."

With a whimper, Paige circled her hips. "Please. Mayson."

Mayson moved down to an exposed nipple. She teased and flicked, then sucked the tip into her mouth for a brief second. "Tell...me...Paige."

Paige pushed against her shoulders and urged Mayson down farther, seeking satisfaction against her mouth, against her tongue. "Everything, Mayson. I want everything."

When Mayson latched on to her, Paige sucked in a hiss and arched into her mouth. She drove her hips forward while Mayson flicked and nursed, dragging Paige's o.r.g.a.s.m back to the edge so fast it whipped heat along her limbs.

"f.u.c.k, yeah!" Paige screwed her eyes shut while the pressure built, pressed her head into the mattress, and suddenly Mayson was above her.

She stared down at Paige for what felt like eternity, compa.s.sion, desire, and need sharp with clarity in her eyes, so visible Paige had to look away.

She'd seen compa.s.sion before. She'd seen desire numerous times. Even need. More often want. But never like that. Never with such clear precision.

Paige didn't like it. Didn't like its meaning. This night was about s.e.x. This moment was about release and pleasure. It wasn't about compa.s.sion or love. It was about pure l.u.s.t.

She snaked her hand between them until she found Mayson's slick opening and then pushed her fingers inside.

Mayson arched onto her and lowered herself to Paige. She slipped her tongue into her mouth while she pushed her fingers back inside Paige.

Together, they rode and arched and pumped against each other, cresting the waves of satisfaction until they both came in a wail of cries and howls.

Spent of energy, Mayson sagged against Paige and listened to her breathing return to normal. She'd never been so comfortable. So relaxed. She never wanted to leave this town, this house, or this bed again.

Paige s.h.i.+fted beneath her and Mayson tightened her grip, not yet ready to let Paige leave. Was Paige regretting this night? This moment?

Not sure what Paige wanted, not sure what her intentions were, and not willing to find out, Mayson moved over her and slowly lowered herself down Paige's body. "Now, where was I?"

"No way, Mayson." Paige attempted to tug her back up, but Mayson had a job to finish. Again. This time, without the mask.

She continued lower until she was snuggled between those lean thighs. With her sights trained on Paige's face, she flicked out her tongue and swiped it across Paige's c.l.i.t.

Paige dug her head into the mattress and quickly succ.u.mbed to Mayson's command, her fingers tangling in the sheets.

Mayson flicked again, and again, savoring her flavor, until Paige arched up to greet her.

Chapter Fourteen.

Paige awoke with a start, Mayson still snuggled between her thighs, her head on Paige's stomach. Soreness seeped along her muscles and nestled between her thighs. s.e.x. The soreness of s.e.x. Amazing s.e.x. Possibly the best s.e.x she'd ever had, even compared to her mystery woman, then and now.

She didn't think that possible, but Mayson had proved her wrong, over, and over, and over. s.e.x, in almost every position, hour after hour, all night long.

s.h.i.+t! What time was it? Paige strained to find a clock. Four in the d.a.m.n morning. How long had she been in this s.e.xual coma? An hour? Only five minutes? She'd lost track of time after her third o.r.g.a.s.m. Or was it the fourth? Definitely more.

Holy h.e.l.l. She'd never had so many o.r.g.a.s.ms in a single night. Not even a single week. She'd never been so spent of energy.

Had she ever fallen asleep with a lover? She already knew the answer. Of course not. No lover had ever given her a reason to fall asleep. Mayson had worn her out, but not to the point of begging for her to stop.

Yes. Paige had begged her. To stop? No. Not once had she had to beg for an end. Begged for a beginning, a continuation, yes, but never to stop.

Mayson went way beyond her fantasies of s.e.xual partners. Beyond Vinden. Even beyond her mystery woman.

The thought ticked b.u.t.terflies to life, and Paige s.h.i.+fted.

Mayson stirred against her, tightened her grip, but didn't wake.

Fear quickened, fluttering in Paige's stomach. She shouldn't be here. Should have never come. G.o.d forbid, she should have never had s.e.x with Mayson Montgomery. What the f.u.c.k had possessed her to do this? The memory was going to forever burn in her mind.

She had to get out of there.

Paige s.h.i.+fted, pus.h.i.+ng against the mattress until she managed to wiggle halfway out from under Mayson's weight.

Mayson grumbled and opened her eyes. "Where do you think you're going?" She placed a lazy kiss against her belly b.u.t.ton, then slowly moved up Paige's body.