No... This is wrong....
Danica could barely think as Mason's hands began to work towards lifting her shirt off of her.
Need... to stop.... this...
The shirt had managed to slip up over her head, and she was left laying on Mason's bed in nothing but her bra and pants. Above her, Mason had sat up long enough to rip his shirt off.
Gotta....Stop....
Each thought was fleeting as pleasure pulsed through Danica, sending her into an endless cycle of trying to claw her way back to sanity and then right back into being unable to process anything.
"Mason..." She tried pulling her mouth away from his. "We...."
She was unable to finish her sentence as Mason's mouth found hers hungrily.
"Mmmmmm," Mason murmured. "Don't fight it...."
Don't fight it. Maybe he was right; why would she want to figh
