Page 146 of Forbidden Heroes

He skims his large hands over my thighs and stops my movements as I try to move them past my knees.

“Naughty girl.” He takes both my hands in one of his and doesn’t let go.

“I need to feel you,” I half whisper, half groan.

He nips my soft lips before he moves the offending silk back into place over my aching pussy, his hot breaths putting me past simply aroused and firmly into lust-dazed. I always wondered what it would be like to have a real man touch me and now I know I’ll never look at boys my age the same way, if ever again.

I gasp and jump as he pulls the string of my thong through the crack of my ass. To counter the tight, delicious pleasure, he strokes a finger through my juices and swirls it around my clit, sending a thrill through my body.

“I’m going to show you the real pleasure a man can give his woman. Show me, baby girl. Show me what’s going to be mine. I want to see all of you. Turn in place for me.”

He pushes to his feet and slowly drags off his loosened tie and tosses it over the back of the couch. I remind myself I’m not some shy featherweight. I use the massive piece of furniture as support when he works the buttons free on his shirt and peels back the material to reveal the most beautiful masculine body I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Abs like a Norse god.

Wow. I was so so right. Smooth, tight skin unmarred by tattoos or scars and rippling muscle from chin to waist. I have no doubt everything below the belt line is just as deliciously big.

As I turn I can feel the blazing heat of his gaze on every inch of my exposed cheeks and pert breasts as I face him again. It made me wetter until my inner thighs were lubed with my excitement.

His chest rose and fell in deep breaths. Did I affect him as much as he did me?

Clutching his shirt, he turns to drape it over his desk and my breath stills in my lungs.

On shaky legs, much to my embarrassment, I move forward to him. “It’s beautiful.” I can’t help myself. With a light touch, I trace the colorful lines of the dragon that takes up the full expanse of his massive back.

“The real beauty is you. Now strip for me?”

My brows rise when he turns back to me. “Maybe to you so… agree to disagree on the beautiful part.” Compliments were not my thing. The lack of hearing them growing up has left me…I don’t know. Cynical, unbelieving?

He shakes his head, his expression turning dark. “Has no one ever told you how divine you are? How gorgeous you look with lust in your eyes and your pussy juices wetting your thighs? You’re a goddess and beautiful to only any man with a dick and half a brain.”

He closes in a step as I take one in the opposite direction, feeling a little playful.

“Is that so, Mason?” I love the feel of his name on my tongue and grin when he repositions his massive cock in his pants. The thought of how it will feel taking his length inside me soon no longer fills me with uncertainty, but makes me shiver with anticipation.

He grunts. “I gave you an order, angel.” He eyes my thong still snugly in place, where he left it.

I don’t know what has come over me but I like my sexy playful side. A bold idea slips in and I perch against the high back of the couch, spread my thighs and slip my fingers beneath my thong. My head falls back the second my touch comes in contact with my sensitive nub.

“Stop.” He commands and there comes that thrill again.

God, I don’t know why but I love it when he goes alpha. My dominant, dark and mysterious soon-to-be lover captures my hand in his and one by one nibbles then sucks at the pads of each finger, sucking the tips into the warm crevice of his mouth, pulling a giggle from me.

“Mmm… that tickles.”

“Does this?”

One step and I’m back in his arms, and with one hard tug, the wet thong I used to love joins my shawl.

Pants tear from my lips as I drink in the hard, rippling body towering over me and I run my palms over all that warm, smooth skin.

I wrap my arms around his neck and rise to the tips of my toes to press my lips against his and get another taste of my wicked man.

“If rumors hold any water you are a dangerous man and you yourself said you are a man who gets what he wants,” I say breathlessly as I break the kiss.

Mason smiles and that small gesture shoots a blast of heat to my already throbbing clit.

I feel his strong hands run down my body, over my hips until he has my ass in his hands. He hauls me up his body and I wrap my legs around his thick waist.

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