The Price of Mason (Forbidden Men 10)

“I’m being careful,” she hissed, clearly annoyed, a second before she got caught up in something and fell flat on top of me with a painful thud.

I grunted through a wince. “Ouch.”

“Oh my God,” she immediately gushed. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

I muttered a no, I was not okay—I was annoyed to hell and back—a split second before I realized, wow, she wasn’t lying about her nipples. They were really hard and cold enough to break right off her.

Now ask me how I knew that?

Well, I’m going to tell you.

I knew because her fucking nipples were gouging holes into my fucking chest, flesh against flesh, as in…I wasn’t wearing a shirt any more than she was wearing a shirt. Or a bra.

“What the hell?” I yelped, jumping so hard I jostled her into sliding off me.

I wasn’t sure why I tried to catch her; it wasn’t as if she would’ve fallen far—maybe six inches. But instinct had me clutching her hip to steady her, only to get a palm full of bare ass in the process.

And... Now would be a good time to pause in order to mention one other thing.

Teagan Tenning’s ass.

If anything was hotter than T’s breasts, it was her world-class ass. And her world-class ass was currently curved flush against my entire hand.

“What the fuck!” I cried a little louder this time. “Are you naked? Why in the holy hell are you—”

“Shh.” She slapped a hand against my mouth and moved her own next to my ear, so she could whisper, “My dad is only three tents away, dumbass.”

On any other occasion, being reminded of Oren Tenning’s proximity while his daughter was naked on top of me would’ve cooled and killed any erection I might’ve even considered sprouting. But fuck, his daughter was naked on top of me. Her breasts were pressing into my chest, her ass was hugging my hand, and her breath was tickling my neck as she whispered into my ear. With all that going on, my dick didn’t give a shit where her dad was. It thickened and swelled and… Oh, God… There was no way she was going to miss it digging into her thigh.

Shoving her hand off my mouth as I discreetly shifted my hips in a way that eased some space between her leg and my groin, I hissed, “Then why the hell are you naked in my sleeping bag?”

“I told you,” she hissed right back. “I’m conducting an experiment.”

“What the fuck kind of ex—”

“Shh.” She pressed her hand back to my mouth, muffling me. “Will you please just let me try something?”

She sounded about as irritated as I felt. She was probably giving me the same squinty-eyed glare I was giving her. Not that I could tell in the dark; I could barely make out the shape of her head.

I grabbed her wrist to remove her hand again, but then she did the craziest thing I swear Teagan had ever done. She used the fingers of her free hand to coast them down the side of my rib cage. The caress was so light and sensual, with the barest hint of fingernails, that I shuddered, squeezing the wrist of her hand on my mouth without remembering to remove it.

“I just want to know if touching you like this would be weird,” she murmured, her breath stirring tendrils of hair on the side of my neck. “Or would it be...something else.”

She reached the waistband of my boxer shorts, which was the only piece of clothing separating us, and I froze, waiting for her next move, a bead of anticipatory sweat slipping down my brow.

When she started back up, coasting her fingers over my side once again, I couldn’t swallow down the groan that followed. But this wasn’t fair. Her touch felt too good, her naked body was too soft and curvy, her scent too sweet. Hell, she didn’t even smell like dried, fishy river water, like she should, but something tart, and flowery, and nice. I let her skim her hand along my torso, slowly, dragging me under and into her seduction without a single rebuke.

My head fell back, exposing my throat, and I panted as our shared body heat had me straining for more.

The hand over my mouth moved, cupping my jaw before traveling down the side of my throat.

“Yes,” she cooed triumphantly. “You like that, don’t you?”

Mother fucking Christ, I did. A lot.

Then, all ten of her fingers moved over me, stroking up my chest and curling over my shoulders. For some reason, I’d never quite let go of her ass, so when I arched my hips up, fitting us together without meaning to, my betraying hand helped my equally traitorous hips along, urging her up from behind, until fuck, that hot paradise between her legs settled right against my erection.

We sucked in a simultaneous breath of surprise.