Page 155 of Poet & Protector

I watched, mesmerized, as he unbuckled his belt and took off his jeans. He pushed down his boxer briefs and stepped out of them.

My lips parted, unable to stop myself from drawing a sharp breath at seeing all of him. It wasn’t the first time, but it didn’t matter. Mason would always be the most beautiful creature in existence to me. Every time I touched him it felt like an impossible, perfect dream.

He moved closer and took my face in his hands. “Promise me.”

“I promise,” I whispered. “Nothing changes. I love you.”

“And I love you.” He kissed me softly, again, then an impish smile curved his lips. “I might love you more if you took your clothes off.”

With a quiet laugh, I said, “You could help me with that.”

“Take your shirt off,” he told me. “I’ll do the fun part.”

“The fun part?” I pulled my shirt over my head.

“Mmmm.” His hands went to my waist, unbuckling my belt and unfastening my jeans. Then his fingers were delving beneath fabric, searching. He grasped me without hesitation, began to stroke.

“Fuck.”

He leaned his forehead against mine as his fingers worked magic. “That’s the idea.”

I grabbed his wrist and dragged his hand away. He was too good at that, and I didn’t want to rush this.

“Get on the bed.” I bared my teeth at him. “Now.”

“Much better.” He flashed a grin and complied.

I shed the rest of my clothes and prowled after him.

Mason stretched out, watching as I climbed onto the mattress and pushed his legs apart to kneel between them. I fitted my palms to his ankles then slowly moved my hands along his shins, over his knees, up his thighs. I paused to let my thumbs stroke the crease between his hips and his legs.

He shifted restlessly as I continued to caress him, enjoying the way he looked up at me through heavy-lidded eyes, then smiling wickedly when those eyes narrowed.

“Nev.”

“Is there something you need?”

Mason snarled and I arched an eyebrow in return.

“I want your fucking mouth on me.” He bared his fangs. “Get me ready for you. Now.”

I laughed and drew back, sitting on my heels. “That’s not very nice.”

“Goddammit, Nev,” he groaned, then gasped as I ran light fingertips over his hard length. “Please.”

“Much better.” I threw his words back at him, teasing, then lowered myself between his thighs to give him what he wanted.

He was always impatient when we were together like this, but I took my time, unwilling to risk hurting him. Soon enough he was writhing beneath me. Sweat dewed his skin. His breath ragged.

“Come here,” Mason gasped. “Please, Nev. Please. I’m ready. Don’t make wait any longer.”

“Yeah?” I rose over him, already slicking myself in anticipation. “You need me?”

“Yes.” He buried his hands in my hair and tugged me down to kiss him. His teeth caught my lips in a teasing bite, then he said again, “Yes.”

Mason’s growl became a moan as I slowly pushed into him.

“Oh god, Nev.”