Page 63 of All Your Reasons Why

“I love it,” I assure her, and resume kissing her as if I were a drowning man and she were cold, clear water.

I almost said something different—but I can’t say that. For all I know, she just wants a one-night stand. Which I’ll have to accept.

I kiss her neck and nibble on it. Her hands drift down and she strokes my hard length, then caresses my aching balls, scraping her nails across them ever so lightly.

I grab her wrist and then seize her other hand, pinning them both above her head. “I. Will. Come,” I inform her.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

I move down and suckle on her breast, drawing her swollen pink nipple into my mouth.

“Oh,” she gasps, in a tone of wonder. I spend long moments teasing her breasts, moving from one to the other, still keeping her wrists pinned.

“Let go of me,” she protests. “I want to touch you ... I want you inside me ...” Her voice is throaty with need.

“Patience, babe.” I grin at her, and she groans in protest.

I move down, kissing my way down her stomach, drawing her wrists down with me. I lap at her navel and move on to the neatly trimmed triangle between her legs. As she spreads her thighs apart, I release her hands and she tangles them in my hair.

I kiss her left thigh. I run my tongue up it.

“Do you want me?” I demand. I need to hear it. I want even more than that. I want her to say how much she needs me, how she can’t be without me, how she’ll sleep in my bed forever and I’ll wake up next to her every morning ...

“Mason,” she cries out.

And that will have to be enough. I have no right to ask anything at all from her, but what I can do is give her a night entirely devoted to her pleasure.

Carefully, I part her delicate pink lips and run my tongue along the seam of her pussy, lapping up her ambrosia nectar. I move to her clit, sucking the pink pearl entirely into my mouth.

“Oh.” Her voice is a wail.

As I suck and lap at her, she makes wordless sounds, fingers twisting tighter in my hair.

She’s going to come. I know it. She’s going to come for me, and I’ll drink her juices and—

Suddenly she releases me, twisting away.

“Mason.” She gasps.

Oh no. Is she going to stop me? Is she going to leap up and leave me?

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ROWAN

I can’t losecontrol like this.

I can’t let him take me over the edge. I have to take back my power—at least some of it.

“My turn.” My voice is quivering and husky with desire. Wordlessly, he rolls over onto his back and I slide up and kiss his neck, nipping it, then run my tongue along the soft, sensitive skin.

He groans aloud. “Rowan.”

I move down his chest, running my tongue over his nipple, sucking it into my mouth and scraping it gently with my teeth. Then I kiss my way down that broad, flat chest with its light dusting of hair.

His six-pack abs are so defined, it’s likely the man does sit-ups in his sleep.

I pause for a moment, letting it all wash over me. I’m here, with him, and the whole world has shrunk down to just the two of us. The desire that pulses through me is so strong it hurts, but I’m relishing the pain, because I’m finally feeling with an intensity that brings me fully alive.

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