Chapter 65
MASON
The moment her lips touch mine, I'm completely undone.
I kiss her like I'm trying to memorize every inch of her mouth, every soft sound she makes. My hands move down her body, mapping the curves I've been fantasizing for weeks.
She arches into me, her hands gripping my shoulders, and I force myself to pull back.
“No,” she protests, pulling me back. “Don’t stop.”
“Easy,” I murmur against her neck, breathing her in. “We have all night, and I'm going to use every fucking minute of it.”
She moans. “Mason.”
“I'm going to taste you first.” I nip just below her ear, my voice rough with need. “I'm going to make you come on my tongue, more than once. And then I'm going to fuck you. Tell me you’re good with that, pretty girl.”
Her breath catches, her pupils dilating. “Yes.”
Fuck. She's going to kill me. I kiss down her body—her throat, her collarbone, between her breasts. I take my time with each nipple, sucking and biting until she's writhing beneath me. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. The small sounds she makes drive me absolutely insane.
“I’m not using a condom,” I say against her stomach, kissing lower. I run my finger along the waistband of her panties. “No barriers between us. Ever.”
“I have a patch,” she gasps. “Birth control. I've had it for a couple years. Just in case.” She pauses, vulnerability flickering across her face. “In case I ever felt brave enough.”
I look up at her from between her thighs. “You're the bravest person I know.”
She lifts her chin but there’s anxiety in her eyes. “I’m scared I won’t be good at this.”
Chuckling, I hook my fingers into her panties and pull them down just enough to reveal the top of her slit. “Lily girl, I can tell you with authority that’s not something you have to worry about.”
Before she can reply, I lick into that notch—I can’t resist. She’s so delicious I hum, sitting up to take her panties off the rest of the way. Sitting between her legs, I spread her thighs wider. She's already wet—glistening and perfect and mine.
“Fuck, Lily.” I run my thumb through her valley. “Look at you.”
Then I lower my mouth and lick up her center, savoring every inch of her. She's sweet and spicy and absolutely perfect. Her hips buck against my mouth, and I grip her thighs to hold her steady.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me to her. “Mason.”
As if I’d go anywhere. I’d stay right here between her thighs for the rest of my life if I could.