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And it occurred to me that for all that this was Mason’s first time, his experimental kiss, I was as much a newbie here as he was.

“Now what?” Mason demanded, pulling away with a gasp, only to rub his lips against my chin, like he was enjoying the scruff there. “What comes next?”

I swallowed. “Mason, maybe we should—”

“Fenn,” he begged. “Fenn. Please.” Then he did the same thing he’d done the other night—a tiny little undulation of his hips, the world’s most tentative fucking motion as he rubbed himself against my stomach—and my cock reacted to that tiny movement like he’d stripped naked and started dancing. One hundred percent, immediate commitment; zero to sixty in 0.6 seconds.

“Fuck.” A broken rule was a broken rule, right? If you were gonna rob a bank, you might as well takeallthe money? If you were gonna speed, you might as well fuckingspeed?

This was the distorted logic in my fevered brain, anyway. And that logic told me that when the guy who’d pissed me off and invaded my mind for the past six days was on top of me, whimpering my name, I was damn well gonna make him come so hard it obliterated every question in his mind… and maybe every question in mine.

We’d fuck this out of our systems—he’d get his answers, I’d get an orgasm, and then maybe this connection would end.

Mason’s face hovered over mine, a giant shadow in the darkness with the moon behind him, and I wanted so badly to see his eyes, to know that they were wide open and he was seeing me.

I speared a hand into the hair at the back of his head and dragged him down for another fierce kiss, and then I rolled us so his back was against the blanket.

I was prepared for him to try to stop me, to have to wrestle him just a little, since he always seemed to give as good as he got. I wasnotprepared for him to go boneless underneath me, and I wasdefinitelynot ready for him to start moaning like a porn star.

“Oh my God. Yes. It happened exactly like this when I thought of you.” He bucked up from underneath me, as frantic for friction as I was. “Fenn.”

“Yeah,” I croaked, rolling my hips down against him. “I’m right here, Mason.”

And Iwas, literally and figuratively, because I’d never had an experience like this before, not ever. Not the kind of sexual encounter that felt less like a choice and more like an inevitability, like a point we’d been driving toward for an entire week, even in the hours we were apart. I’d never gotten off in a way that made me want to watch every emotion play out on the expressive face of the man beneath me, like that was more important than getting offmyself. I was two seconds from coming just from his throaty groans and the friction of shorts on shorts. I hadn’t even gotten a hand on him yet.

I pulled back, just slightly, and Mason whined until I leaned in and bit his bottom lip.

“Get these off,” I commanded. My voice was rough even to my own ears, but that was apparently what happened when my dick was hard enough to bend steel and my balls were more primed to explode than C4 with the cap attached.

Not that Mason seemed to expect anything fancier than that. This was in no way a seduction—it was pure, primal need.

I dug my toes in the cool sand and lifted my weight off him for a second in plank position, while he pushed his heavy cotton shorts out of the way. My own shorts were the thin nylon kind that—

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

—were almost like wearing nothing, when Mason bucked up under me again.

My head snapped back, spine going taut. “Mason.”

He ran his hands over my abs and down to my shorts. “Yours, too?” he panted against my lips, like he was asking permission or something.

Like I was about to say no. “Yeah.Yes.”

Mason dragged my shorts down over my hips to my thighs, then started to repeat the motion with my underwear… but he froze with his hands on my waistband.

Big, green eyes stared up at me, almost a little fearful, like in that one moment, his brain had caught up to his body and he realized just how far this dare had gotten out of hand.

“You good, ba—Mason?” I lifted one hand to brush his wavy hair off his forehead. His skin was damp with sweat, even though the air was chilly.

Mason hesitated for a second, like he was really thinking about it, then nodded slowly, almost solemnly. “I’m really, reallygood.”

“Yeah? You want more?”Please,I begged a Universe that probably didn’t exist.Make the man want more.

Mason’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, and his eyes crossed like he could taste me there and I tasted delicious. “Yeah,” he breathed.

Fuck.Yeah, this moment was seriously, seriouslyinevitable. And I was also gonna make damn sure it wasperfect.

I lowered myself back down so our dicks were flush against each other, separated only by two layers of thin cotton, and balanced myself on my elbows so I hovered above him. Then I kissed him, slow and hard and messy.