Price of a Kiss (Forbidden Men 1)

My body warmed, adjusted, and accepted him. It actually relished the snug fit. In fact, it craved more and wanted to feel that delicious inner stretching again, wanted to feel him rubbing against the bundle of nerves inside me, and it wanted it right freaking now.

I arched up under him, burning for more. “Move, move, move,” I panted.

Mason looked conflicted and a little panicked. “But you told just told me to stop.”

I grabbed two handfuls of thick, wavy hair and clutched them hard. “Well, now I need you to move. Oh, God. Please, hurry. I feel so…I’m so…Jesus, what are you doing to me?”

Keeping a suspicious eye on me as his cheeks grew ruddy and his pupils dilated, he pulled out only to immediately rock back in. And oh my stars, the fit was just as snug and mind-blowing as his first plunge. I arched under him, moaning out my ecstasy in a low keen. “More.”

Mason set a hand on the pillow by my face, watching me as he steadily pumped my body. “You confuse the hell out of me, Teresa Nolan, Reese Randall, or whoever the hell you are.” His voice was raw and winded. “But I still can’t get enough of you.”

I was so happy he knew all my names and every part of me. There were no secrets between us. Just him and me, and this.

He plunged into me harder, shifting us just enough to slide deeper. Then he rearranged my legs, telling me it would make him feel bigger in me, and holy crap, he wasn't lying. Next he flexed his penis just so, hitting a spot that almost had me crossing my eyes. Damn, he sure knew what to do.

I thrashed my head from side to side, fighting the tightening in my loins as much as I embraced it.

“You feel so good, so good,” I chanted from between chattering teeth. “So good.”

Why were my teeth chattering? Why the hell was my entire body chattering? It seemed like the firmer my muscles pulled

around him, the more my organs low in my abdomen swelled. And the more they expanded, the harder I shook.

“Christ,” Mason bit out. His teeth clenched and neck tendons strained. “Don’t say shit like that to me when I’m already on the edge. You feel good too, Reese. So…goddamn…good. But I don’t want it to end yet.”

I didn’t either. Except the faster he moved, the better it felt. And the better it felt, the sooner it was going to end.

“Oh, screw it.” I dug my fingers into his firm ass and moved with him, urging him to quicken the pace. “We can have long, drawn-out slow sex later.”

He groaned again, though this was more like a whimper. “Promise?”

I nodded. “Yes. Yes. Right now, just light me up. Please.”

“On it.” His hips slapped against mine. And…damn.

It was the first time I actually savored the carnal delight of this act. I cherished every wicked sensation vibrating through me. Hugging his hips tight between my thighs as he repeatedly entered and withdrew, I threw my head back and arched with him.

And yet, despite how hot and sweaty and primal it was, I felt a connection that ran so much deeper than the physical. The electrical current that had tethered us together the first moment I’d ever seen him across the college campus ignited inside me.

Mason’s gaze was awed and amazed as he watched us come together. But he must’ve sensed the bond too, because he looked up and caught my eye. With a dazed kind of grin, he sank his fingers into my hair and held my face as if bracing himself for the big plunge off the summit.

“I love this,” he said. “I love you. You are so beautiful.”

I gripped him tight. “I love you, too.”

And that was it. For a split second, he appeared overcome. Then he crushed our mouths together, buried himself deep, and sent me spiraling over the cliff. My entire system felt like a lightning rod, absorbing the shock of our union. Mason groaned and followed me into oblivion.

Until that moment, I hadn’t realized I’d never had an honest-to-God orgasm before, because what happened to my body possessed every nerve inside me and shocked me from the inside out. The intensity kind of scared me. I cried out and clutched him hard, gouging out half moons into his back with my fingernails.

“Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”

“Jesus, Reese.” He arched and crushed us together as his cock pulsed.

I dug my heels into the base of his back until the earthquake, tornado, hurricane, and tsunami of sensations passed. And still, I felt rattled to the core. “Oh…my…God,” I said one last time, my voice faint and exhausted.

Slumped heavily on top of me—which I loved—Mason chuckled against my cheek and kissed my jaw, then my throat, my collarbone. “Thank you,” he said. “I’ve always wondered what it felt like to make love.”

I turned my face to the side and saw his heart reflecting through the stained-glass windows of his gorgeous gray eyes. Realizing this was the first time I’d made love too, my lashes grew a little damp. Cupping his cheek where his five o’clock shadow prickled my palm, I murmured, “It is a million times better than that icky ol’ straight sex with no feelings involved, isn’t it?”