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gently teased, causing moans of pleasure, and when
it was time to break apart, I tugged on his lower lip, reluctant to
let go. I sucked it into my mouth, tracing it with my tongue before
fully releasing him, a contented sigh bubbling out from me.
    “Can we just stay like this forever?” I
couldn’t think of a better way to spend the day.
    “You like kissing me, huh?”
    I snorted. I couldn’t help it. Of all the
crazy things I’d ever heard him say, this was too much. I followed
my unladylike response with a roll of my eyes and a shrug of my
shoulders. “It’s okay, I guess. It wasn’t completely horrible.”
    I was rewarded for my blatant lie by a round
of relentless tickling, Mason showing no mercy as I screamed and
begged for him to stop. It drove me nuts he knew my weaknesses,
certain parts of my body that responded wildly to the right
touch.
    “Just as well I think your kisses are kind of
okay too. Who knows what would become of us if we couldn’t tolerate
each other.” He crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out the side
of his mouth, pulling a face before adding, “Complete torture if
you ask me.”
    “You liar! My kisses are divine. You live for
every single one I give you, and I know they make your knees a
little weak. Admit it!” I laughed out loud, scolding him.
    “Babe, that’s something you girls do. Men
don’t get weak kneed or whatever dramatic term you want to use.
We’re manly. We kiss and dominate, leaving our prey defenseless to
our advances.” He leaned in and kissed me. Not a deep, soulful one,
but definitely enough that when he leaned back, I was wearing a
goofy smile.
    His hand grabbed hold of my leg, fondling it,
and a look of triumph blazed from his face. “See, just as I
expected. Your knees are weak.”
    “You’re such a dork, Mason. But you’re mine,
so that’s okay.” I fingered the locks of hair that curled behind
his ears. “You need a haircut.” I started to brush the strands out,
moving across the rest of his head, measuring in my mind how much
would need to go.
    “We’re lying here together, talking about
kissing, and you’re focused on my hair? There’s something wrong
with this picture, babe. Drastically wrong.”
    “Well, do something about it then …,” I
lowered my voice to a gentle hush. “Mr. Big, Bad Wolf.” I grinned
back at him and winked.
    His eyes flared, the wolf surfacing briefly
to answer the call before he offered a wicked smile that threatened
to scorch my insides. “That sounded very much like a dare. Sure you
want to go there?”
    “Oh, I very much want to go there. If you
think you have what it takes, then step up to the plate and show me
what you’ve got.” I winked before adding, “That’s unless you think
you’re not capable.”
    Vixen, was the only word I heard
before he seized my mouth completely, setting me on fire with the
mastery of his touch. Heat built up, whipping around us as his
tongue repeatedly swirled and plunged in my mouth. Mason answered
my taunts with a kiss so spectacular, I thought my body would lift
off the bed and float away.
    He was relentless, methodical in his
ministrations, easing up to let me catch my breath before sinking
me back under and stealing it again. My entire being focused solely
on him and the exquisite feeling pulsating through me.
    I didn’t flinch as his hand tugged on my
shirt, pulling it free from my jeans. Neither did I pause when I
felt his warm fingers rest on my rib cage. His touch excited me,
the way it caused me to tingle, and he absolutely turned my world
upside down.
    Arching my back, I pressed my skin into his
palm so wherever he had contact branded me. I didn’t know where to
focus on—my mouth or my body. Everything about him was unraveling
me, one blinding stroke at a time.
    I felt myself being lifted, so unaware of my
surroundings, and I almost toppled when I found myself placed on my
feet. Saving me from face planting onto my bed, Mason chuckled,
scooping me up in his