The Price of Mason (Forbidden Men 10)

I shuddered and sucked in an unsteady breath.

When she pulled back to get my answer, I murmured, “Oh, but this isn’t going to be my first freebie.”

“What?” Her eyes filled with immediate hurt. “But you said—”

“Shh.” When she started to pull away, I set my finger over her mouth and then I pulled her face down in order to kiss her forehead. Next, my lips grazed her cheek. And after that, her jaw. Down her neck. God, she was soft and sweet all over. “It’s not going to be a freebie at all,” I assured her. “Because I plan to make you pay. Big-time.”

Her body lost all tension, her eyes softened with relief, and just like that the glimmer of mischievousness returned to her eyes.

“Oh, I’m going to pay, am I?” When she arched her eyebrows as if displeased with this news, even though we both knew it was merely a game, I kissed her collarbone, causing a tremor to seize her. She sounded breathless when she licked her lips. “But I’m getting the girlfriend discount, right?”

I laughed and shook my head, loving her playfulness. “Nope. You’re going to owe me more than anyone ever has before.”

“Really? Hmm.” She seemed thoughtful before wondering, “What do you plan to charge?”

“Just your body,” I replied. “Your heart.” I drew in a breath and took in all her loveliness, from her sexily rumpled bedhead and oversized T-shirt to her radiant grin. “And all of your soul.”

Sighing as if pleased, she buried her hands in my hair and gripped my head, making sure I was looking at nothing but her when she replied, “But I’ve already given you those.”

“Well, there’s my first then.” Humming out my pleasure, I dipped my face into the nook of her neck. “A woman who prepays.”

With a heady laugh, she rolled me onto my back and crawled on top of me. “In that case, sonny, lie back. I’m not done investigating my purchase.”

I flashed my canines at her. “Need to check my teeth?”

She arched an eyebrow. “Not quite the spot I had in mind.”

“My armpit?” When I pulled up my elbow, she cracked out a full laugh, that same laugh I’d heard across the quad on the first day of school, the very laugh I’d fallen for.

“Put your arm down, you dork.” Once she pushed my arm back into place, she turned serious. “Maybe I was talking about your tattoo, huh.”

Her fingers found the words Make Me, and I let her investigate it, still a little mystified with wonder that Reese was sitting on top of me touching me…all over.

I told her all the defiant reasons why I’d gotten the mark and she leaned down to kiss it. With her mouth so close to the area that was straining the most for her attention, I groaned and gripped her hair. Her lips moved to my belly button.

Shit.

Was she…?

No. I mean, probably not.

But maybe…

I held my breath as she kept kissing my stomach, only to move down, down…all the way to my feet, skipping right over the tented section of underwear. Hey, what…?

I lifted my torso and rested my elbows against the mattress to watch her. “You missed a spot.”

She lifted a finger as if to shush me. “Don’t worry. I’ll get to your ears, I swear.”

I shook my head. God, she was such a goof.

I loved her goofiness.

“That’s not what I was talking about.”

She finally glanced at my junk, and wow, just her looking at it made it swell even more. A wet spot of precum soaked through the cloth.

Reese sucked in a dazed breath, and her throat worked as she swallowed. Then she licked her lips hungrily before meeting my gaze as if she were sorry. “I just… I thought maybe your… I was worried a couple of overeager clients might’ve touched it more than you wanted, so I didn’t want to intrude. I didn’t want to—”