Page 66 of Take Me
But there’s nothing remotely feminine about the man who whirls to face me.“You’re so fucking dead, Gentry.”
Blue eyes blaze as he stalks me around his bedroom.He’s a lion and I’m an injured gazelle.
Not injured—horny, that’s the word I’m after.I’m achingly aware of how big my best pal really is.Years of lifting heavy kegs has chiseled Mason to masculine perfection.He’s always been bigger than his brothers, and those guys arehuge.
But Mason’s a whole different beast.A beast I’ve unleashed, who’s now chasing me around his bedroom.
“There’s nowhere to hide, girl.”He growls as he stalks me, flashing his wide, dimpled grin.
A thrill rattles through me as I skitter away, dodging his oversized paw.“You’ll have to catch me first.”
“With pleasure.”
The way he sayspleasuremakes me shiver.My knees start to wobble as I jerk to the left, then dodge right like I did when I’d fake out opponents in flag football.
But this is no sports field.It’s Mason’s bedroom, and he knows it better than I do.The next time I dart right, he pounces.
“Gotcha.”
I squeal as he scoops me into his arms, pinning me tight to his chest.I anchor my nails in his shoulder and nip at his earlobe harder than I would if I planned to seduce him.“I’m not going down without a fight.”I shriek as he tickles me.
“Someone’s going down, that’s for damn sure.”With a growl, he tosses me back on the bed.“Gonna make you pay for that, Gentry.”
His eyes are on fire as he prowls over me.
“Oh yeah?”God, he looks good.Those biceps are fucking insane.“How do you plan to make me pay?”
“For starters, I’ll eat you up.”He gives the guttural roar he’d make when we were kids and his grandma readWhere the Wild Things Are.He was trying to make his young siblings laugh, and Parker and Noah would crack up on cue.
But that’s not my reaction now.Maybe it’s the grownup growl rumbling deep in his chest.Could be the feral gleam in his eyes as he strips off my leggings and panties.There’s no trace of little-kid Mason in the confident guy who unhooks my bra with one hand.
Or maybe, just maybe, it’s the way I remember the rest of that line from the book.The four words that follow the Wild Things’ vow to eat Max.
“I love you so.”
But love isn’t part of this act.It’s lust, pure and simple, as Mason shoulders my thighs apart.
“Jesus Christ.”He breathes it with reverence from the hollow between my bare legs.Lifting his gaze, his eyes lock with mine.“You are so fucking sexy.”
The wonder in his gaze makes me shudder.Nobody, not one single person, has ever said that to me.Certainly not as he’s dragging his tongue through my slick, achy seam.I gasp as his tongue swirls over my clit, then plunges inside me like he’s starving.
“Mason—oh my God.”I’ve never felt anything like this.Not just the fact that my best friend on earth is going down on me.
It’s the way he’s devouring me like this is forhimand not just a way to appease me.I know it’s not right to let my mind drift to Neil in this moment.But the contrast is stark—Mason’s consuming me, savoring me,claimingme.With Neil it was more like a tick box he’d check just to get to the main show.
This feels like an act of pure need.He’s hungry and feral, tender and gentle, back and forth between opposing forces until I’m panting and clawing the sheets.
“Oh my God!”White-hot desire engulfs me, unfurling tendrils of pleasure that pulse through my limbs.I’m coming so hard that my vision goes blurry and I clutch at the top of his head.
He doesn’t let up until he’s wrung every last drop of pleasure from me.It goes on forever, bright little spasms that wrack my whole body.When he looks up, he’s grinning, triumphant with my arousal painted on his chin.“That was fucking magnificent.”
“Show off.”Does he know how unraveled he left me?
“Promise me something.”
“To not let this fuck up our friendship?On it.”
His eyes flash with dread just for a second.Then he’s right back to grinning, the lighthearted guy I’ve known my whole life.“Promise me that no matter what happens, that won’t be the last time I taste you like that.”
