Wrapped in You by Kate Perry Page B

salty, mixing together in a mysterious way to make something delicious.
    As long as it didn’t get ruined somehow.
    She shook her head. Now wasn’t the time to think about that. Now was the time to taste and nibble and revel in how Mason made her feel.
    Like she was the best gift in the world.
    He stood and put his hands on hers, wide, his clothed body brushing her naked one as he bent his head to kiss her.
    Her nipples tightened as they rubbed against his shirt, and she felt moisture pool between her legs. Untangling her hands from his, she pulled his shirt over his head so they were chest to chest.
    He groaned as she rubbed her body against his. “I know this wasn’t one of the steps in the recipe, but it should have been.”
    “I think it said to turn the heat on,” she murmured, kissing her way up his chest.
    “You’re right.” He picked her up and set her on the counter. “See? You’re a natural in the kitchen.”
    Before she could say anything, he dipped his fingers into her core.
    She gasped, shocked by the electric glide of his fingertips on her flesh. Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back and her legs open.
    His thumb rubbed back and forth. “Later, my tongue is going to do this,” he said, his voice husky. “I already know how you’ll taste though. Spicy and sweet, just like the cookies we made.”
    Just like how she felt. She imagined his tongue on her, and she moaned. She wanted to tell him to do it—she would have begged—but she couldn’t do anything but feel.
    His fingers left her.
    She opened her eyes and watched him pull out a condom from his pocket. He smiled. “I was a Boy Scout,” he said as he unzipped his pants and covered himself. One hand bracing her lower back, he used the other to guide himself into her.
    They both groaned, watching him glide in slowly. She propped her hands behind her, not caring when one of them landed on the uncooked cookies.
    He began to touch her again, his thumb fluttering over her as he moved in and out of her.
    “Move faster,” she urged, lifting her hips for more.
    “No.”
    She frowned at him. “No?”
    He shook his head. “Next time we’ll do it as fast as you like. This first time I want to feel every little bit of you. Settle in for the ride, darling.”
    She opened her mouth to argue.
    What was she thinking? She shook her head, laughing a little at herself. “Okay. If you insist.”
    “I really do.” He grinned at her and then licked one of her nipples. He must have liked it, because he did it again and again, alternating between the two.
    She hissed, her fingers curling. “I should warn you that the ride will be really short if you keep that up.”
    He laughed, his breath warm against her skin. “We’ll just go for another ride,” he said, diving into her.
    His teeth rasped her skin, and sweat broke out on her forehead.
    “Trudy?”
    “Yes?”
    “I’m not going to last for a long ride either.” His thumb worked her faster, in rhythm with his thrusts. He groaned again, bracing her hips as he stood straight and gazed into her eyes.
    It was very intimate, the way he watched her. She wanted to close her eyes, to keep a semblance of privacy.
    He shook his head as if he knew what she was thinking. “Look at me, darling. Let me see you come.”
    She felt his words between her legs, her muscles tightening. He deepened his strokes, his thumb pressing her in the right spot.
    It started at her core and spread throughout her body in one sharp wave. Crying out, her head fell back of its own accord but she kept his gaze.
    His eyes narrowed, glazed with passion. He slowed, as though savoring every ripple he felt go through her. Then he groaned her name, his fingers gripping her hip. She felt him harden even more and knew he was going to come, and that made the waves crest all over again.
    Mason slumped against her, his forehead against hers. His chest heaved against hers, and his hands held her close. His eyes were shut so she couldn’t