Page 67 of Take Me
“I promise.”The words leave my mouth before I can think, but I know once they’re out there they’re true.“You pretty much just ruined me for other men.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Please.Like you don’t know you’re incredibly good at that.”Surely dozens of women before me have told him so.
“It’s nice to hear.”He looks pleased as he crawls up my body, kissing me softly as his hips find their place between my spread legs.“God, Gentry.Why haven’t we been doing this all along?”
“Beats me,” I say, though I can think of three-thousand reasons.They escape me right now as my hands wander down, finding him rock-hard and ready.I’m dying to feel him inside me, but there’s one thing I didn’t quite count on.
“Uh, Mason?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m not gonna do the whole virginal damsel thing where I ask if you’re sure it’ll fit.”My voice shakes a little, though I’m not really scared.I am kinda nervous.I wasn’t expecting him to be this… um… “Go slowly, okay?”
I love that he doesn’t make me say it out loud.He doesn’t even gloat that I’ve basically just told him he’s much bigger than any guy I’ve been with before.Understanding fills his blue eyes as he holds himself right at my entrance.
“We’ll go as slow as you want.”He kisses me gently as my hand strokes the length of him.“I’ve got all night.Hell, I own my own business.Let’s take all the time in the world.”
His tenderness has the opposite effect.Instead of making me want to slow down, his words leave me clenching and achy and dying to have him inside me.Using my slickness to stroke his thick shaft, I guide him to my center.I’m panting, he’s gasping, and we’re fused together with hazed gazes and flushed, sweat-slick flesh.He starts to slide in, and my walls clench around him.
“Oh my God.”He feels so fucking good that I forget to slow down, forget all my plans to let my body adjust.
I welcome him in like a houseguest I’ve spent a lifetime praying will turn up at my door.I’m pulsing around him, pulling him into my body.Gripping his shoulders, I wrap my thighs around his hips.
“Don’t want to—” gritting his teeth he chokes out the words, “hurt you.”
“You’re not.”I start to move with him, finding a rhythm that feels even better.“Fuck, Mason—how are you so goddamn good at this?”
He laughs and keeps thrusting, eyes locked with mine as he moves.“Not gonna last long like this.”
“Do you want to slow down?”
“Not sure I can.”
I know what he means, and I feel it, too.I’m no longer controlling my body.I give up trying and let myself go, moving beneath him like we’ve done this forever.Like we’re built to connect just like this.
The orgasm sneaks up on me, snatching the breath from my lungs.“Holy fuck!”Clawing his shoulders, I tilt my hips up to contain him.“Mason?—”
“Jesus Christ!”He lets out a roar I feel deep in my chest, and not just because he’s on top of me.Every faint twitch of muscle, every beat of his heart rocks through my body as I shatter.
We’re entwined in a way I’ve never felt with anyone.It’s not just the simultaneous orgasm—though my God, that’s insane, and so unexpected.We’re one body moving together, taking and giving; thrusting, retreating; pulsing and pounding until we’re both breathless and spent.
With one final groan, Mason rolls over and pulls me with him, fitting my head into the curve of his arm.I lie there panting and sweaty, the side of my face glued to his biceps.When I tip my chin up to study his face, he’s watching me with that big, dimpled grin.
“Dammit, Gentry.”
“What’s that?”
“Looks like you ruined me, too.”Still grinning, he kisses the top of my head.“Permanently annihilated for other women.”
“Guess that’s fair, since you ruined me first.”
“Damn right I did.”
“Me and my magical coochie have laid many an innocent man to waste.Don’t take it personally—it’s kinda our thing.”
“I believe it.”He kisses me again, on the forehead this time, then once on the nose before kissing my lips.I’m expecting a peck, but this kiss goes on for a really long time.It’s achingly soft, but so full of feeling that I’m breathless again by the time we pull back.
