Page 61 of Word to the Wise

“That’s not what I was thinking.”

He pulls back, quirking an eyebrow, and a smile breaks free.

“I was thinking—it’s interesting you’re afraid of heights, seeing as you spend your life living up here. Is this what the world looks like when you’re a giant?”

The laugh that bursts out of him is infectious, and I can’t help giggling.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you, bite-size?”

He drops us onto the bed, kneeling between my legs.

“I’m not a candy bar.”

“You sure about that?” He grins, slowly reaching for my jeans and unbuttoning them. “Because I’m going to have so much fun eating you.”

Mason slips my jeans and underwear down my legs, spreading my thighs open for him.

“Fuck, Reed.” His whole body stiffens at the sight of me, and the bulge in his pants is pushing firmly against them. “You’re beautiful. Let me see those pretty tits.”

My insides cave at his filthy words, at how desperate I am to have him inside me. I grab for the hem of myT-shirt and peel it off before reaching back to unhook my bra. And then I’m lying on his bed, completely naked, stretched out before him.

Mason’s fingers skate the inside of my thighs, and I shiver. He hasn’t lost an article of clothing, but he’s a god on his knees for me anyway. Those blue eyes burn into my soul as his gaze finds every patch of skin on my body.

“Feel that?”

I’m not sure what he’s referring to exactly, but I nod because I feel everything. His stare, his hands, the heat of the room.

“See… nothing’s wrong with you, Reed.” He skates his fingertips along my thighs, tracing a burning path to my core. “You’ve just never been touched properly.”

He grabs one of my legs, and in a swift windmill, spins me around so I’m on my stomach before tugging my hips in the air.

“Now let’s figure out what’ll make you scream for me.”

His mouth finds my pussy, and it takes my breath away. I’m on all fours, gripping the sheet, and Mason doesn’t hold back. He devours me. His tongue toys with my clit before he buries it deep. His scruffy jaw has my senses on overdrive with every brush between my legs.

He works magic on my core, and when his fingers drive in, I feel every nerve ending. He’s not gentle, but he’s not aggressive. He toes this line with every reaction I give him. Every moan. Every time I call out his name.

It’s like he’s reading my body so he can understand it. He’s drawing out sensations I’ve never experienced, even when I tried myself.

Mason hums against me as he sinks his fingers into a sensitive spot that leaves me breathless.

“That’s it.” Mason pulls back, thrusting his fingers and striking that spot over and over as he rubs my clit with his other hand. “Let go, Reed.”

I don’t realize how hard I’m holding on until he says those words.

I’m fighting this unintentionally. I’m holding back like I do with everything—scared to let go. But Mason makes me fearless. I trust him, and I want to hand myself over.

As I relax at his touch, his mouth works my core, and on the final thrust of his fingers, I detonate.

The scream that rips from my throat is barely human, so I bury my face in the blanket. His fingers slip in and out as I soak them. And when he withdraws them, he seals his mouth to my pussy so he can kiss me through the pleasure.

“Mason.” I’m groaning his name, on the verge of coming again as he refuses to let up. “Mason, please.”

“Please, what?”

“Fuck me.” I glance over my shoulder, and he pulls back, smirking.

He grabs my hips and flips me around so my back’s to the bed, and I’m looking up at him. Leaning forward, his hand finds my jaw, and he tilts my chin up. His mouth seals to mine, and I taste myself on his tongue.