fly open so wide that the breeze coming in off the ocean dried them out and made them tear.
H-h-holy shit.
He was glorious. Also…a bit terrifying.
She’d thought her hours of research had prepared her. But it was one thing to see a very large, fully engorged penis on the screen of her iPad. Quite another thing to come face-to-face with one in real life.
She licked suddenly dry lips. “I guess my curse didn’t work.”
“What?” he asked distractedly, having pulled down the zipper on her shorts. They—along with her panties—were quickly wrenched from her legs.
He’s good. I’ll give him that, she thought with reluctant admiration, at the same time she couldn’t take her eyes off his dick.
It was…impressive. And sort of…aggressive-looking. His shaft was straight and thick, roped with angry veins. And the head? Well, it looked like a plum. Round. Shiny.
Will it taste as sweet? she wondered.
If she hadn’t been so mesmerized by his nudity, she might have been self-conscious about her own. After all, hers wasn’t a figure most men craved.
But apparently, Mason was the exception. Because his eyes roved over her from head to toe, taking pit stops in places that raised her blood. His tone was reverent when he lay down beside her. “You’re perfect. Such a delicate pink,” he murmured, watching her body’s response when he smoothed the callused pad of his thumb over her nipple. Then he hooked a hand behind her knee and bent her leg up and out. Exposing her. Opening her to the warm kiss of the sun.
He took a quick look at the hot, wet center of her. Before she could feel bashful about such blatant appraisal, his gaze turned predatory, and she felt herself growing hotter and wetter still.
“Your sweet pussy is just a shade darker.” His accent turned the last word into dahkah. “I think rose pink is my new favorite color.” Cahlah.
Before she could sputter a response, he reclaimed her lips in a kiss that had her forgetting how badly she wanted to touch him. Instead, she dug her nails into the hard, corded brawn of his shoulders and held on for dear life as his mouth consumed hers and his busy, busy hands brushed and teased and squeezed. He found curves and valleys she didn’t even know she possessed.
Just when she thought he’d touch her where she most wanted to be touched, where she most needed to be touched, he stopped. She barely refrained from screaming in frustration.
Opening her eyes, she needed a while to focus. She was dazed and confused by the thrum of unrequited need. But when she was able to focus, she found him watching her intently. “What curse?”
“Huh?” She blinked in confusion.
“You said your curse didn’t work. What curse?”
“I know I’m new at this, but is there usually this much talking?”
He hitched a shoulder. “We’re taking things slow, so I don’t see any harm in continuing our conversation. What curse?”
“The one I wished on your penis.” She ran one finger over his nipple, delighting when goose bumps broke out across his skin. “Well, it was more of a pox than a curse really.” She used the side of her thumbnail to press into the center of the flat, brown disk, and he hissed her name.
Lifting her head, she sucked his nipple into her mouth and he palmed the back of her head, holding her to him. Instinct had her reaching down to fist her hand around his unimaginable hardness. The instant she did, he groaned.
The sound was barbaric. Crude. And completely beautiful to her.
Unfortunately, all too soon, he gripped her wrist and pulled her hand away. At the same time, he forced her flat against the blanket.
Her mouth immediately missed the taste of him. Her fingers immediately missed the feel of him. All that soft, silky flesh encasing a thick rod of tempered steel.
“Ugh.” She pouted up at him. “More talking?”
“Why’d you put a pox on my penis?” There was something more than curiosity in his eyes. He looked very serious all of a sudden.
“Well…” She twisted her lips. “The first time was because you refused to use it on me. And the second time was because I found out you were using it on Donna.”
When she tried to wrench her wrist from his grasp, he tightened his grip. She blinked at him. “What now?”
“Sorry, Alex.” Regret shadowed his eyes. “Never meant to—”
Using her free hand, she shoved a finger over his lips. Those gorgeous lips that should be doing unspeakable things to her