Price of a Kiss (Forbidden Men #1)(88)

I paused and lifted a non-impressed eyebrow. “Marking his territory?” God, he really was a guy, wasn’t he? “So…I’m like a car tire you feel the need to pee on?”

His grin grew wolfish. “Peeing on you isn’t quite what I had in mind.”

I wrinkled my nose and stuck out my tongue.

He laughed and crooked his finger, beckoning me closer.

Unable to deny him, I drifted within his reach. “So, here are your choices for breakfast.” I set a jar of strawberry preserves on the table next to the loaf of bread and box of cereal I’d already gotten out.

He didn’t look at the food. His gaze wandered to the bare skin on my thighs where his T-shirt ended. “I know exactly what I want for breakfast.”

I snorted. “My God. Let a guy rock your world two times and he turns into a horny perv.”

“Hey, I was a horny perv before.” Snaking out his hands to grasp my hips, he swung me into his lap where I landed on his arousal pressing against his boxer briefs. “And you have no idea how hard it was for me to hide all the horny, perverted thoughts I had every time I was around you.”

Licking my lips, I tilted my head back, letting my hair tumble down my back as I rocked against his erection. “Oh, trust me. I’m getting a pretty good idea just how hard it was.”

He chuckled and kissed my throat. With a sigh, I sifted my hands through his hair and drifted languidly under the stroke of his expert mouth. He worked his way down until he met the collar of my shirt. With an irritated mutter, he gathered it up in his hands and ripped it over my head, tossing it aside.

“Oh, home girl,” he chastised when he saw my bra. “This thing got to go.” With three deft moves, he’d unclasped my bra and flung it across the room too. His gaze lit with approval. “Now that’s more like it.”

I laughed. “You are so—Damn.”

His mouth latched onto a nipple and I forgot what I was going to call him.

Mason Lowe was one incredible lover. He touched me with such reverence, his fingertips light and curious as they cruised up my spine while his mouth was bold and knowing, his tongue lavishing taut, puckered skin with deadly precision.

Without warning, he grasped my waist with both hands and lifted me off his lap to set me on the edge of the table. He stood up as he urged me to lie back. Then he leaned over me to give a little attention to my other breast.

Closing my eyes because this was so wild and crazy and amazing, I reached out and grasped the edge of the table for support.

Keeping my legs draped over the side, Mason fitted himself between my thighs and rubbed against me as he began to kiss his way back up to my throat.

“You taste so good,” he rumbled against my flesh. “Feel so good. Smell so good.”

I sighed. His touch kind of fried my awesome communication skills, so all I managed to reply was, “Y-you too.”

Grinning, he lifted his face to press a tender kiss on the end of my nose. Then he gazed into my eyes and straight into me. “I love being with you, Reese.” He looked down at my mostly naked body and let out a breath. “I love doing this with you. I love…I love you, period.”

I swallowed, choked with emotion, and not at all used to hearing him say that. Wiping his dark hair across his brow and out of his eyes, I frowned softly. “You say that like it’s the last chance you have to speak to me, like you’re afraid I’m going to disappear any second.”

His grin trembled. “Aren’t you?”

“No.” I shook my head. “I’m not going anywhere. This is real, Mason. I’m real, you’re real, and this is really happening.”

Leaning down, he hugged me and buried his face in my neck. “It feels like a dream, like I’m going to wake up any second and you’ll be gone. I don’t want to wake up from this.”

“You won’t. I promise.” I wasn’t sure what else I could say to reassure him, so I simply stroked his hair and let him rest on top of me. When I wound my legs around his waist and hooked my feet at the base of his spine, he hummed in approval.

Out of the blue, he said, “Hey, I thought you didn’t eat fruit for breakfast.” He lifted up off me just enough to snag my strawberry marmalade and eye me with arched, care-to-explain-this eyebrows.

“But that’s jam,” I argued. “Anything full of sugar doesn’t count.”

Mason unscrewed the lid. “Is that so?” He dipped out a pinkie full and popped the jelly-soaked digit into his mouth. Closing his eyes, he sighed deeply. “Yeah, that is pretty sweet. But I think it’d taste even sweeter…on you.”

As his lashes opened slowly, the intent in his gaze made my body burn with all kinds of hormonal abnormalities, because it couldn’t possibly be normal for a girl to get this turned on from a mere remark.

“You’re not.” Utterly aghast by what he was suggesting, my mouth fell open as he dipped his hand back into the jelly jar for more preservatives.

“This may get a little sticky.” His grin looked wickedly pleased.

“Mason,” I warned in a don’t-you-dare voice, even though my body was heating in all the right places, and the muscles deep in my abdomen were contracting and preparing themselves for another earth-shattering orgasm.

He smeared one of my nipples and I gasped at the chill. But almost immediately, he leaned down and heated the area with a swipe of his tongue.