Part 18 (2/2)

”Remember when you had on your old Social D T-s.h.i.+rt at the housing project?” he asked. She shook her head. ”The one that dips down in the back to expose part of the branches wrapping over your shoulder?” She smiled then and knew what he meant. Mason plowed on, riding on the memory. ”All I could think about when you were wearing that s.h.i.+rt-and I could see that s.e.xy ink crawling up your back and over your creamy white shoulder-was how badly I wanted to take you from behind. I could see myself bending you over one of the work tables, cupping a breast in one hand, and yanking your pants down with the other.”

Kevan gripped the door, and her legs parted slightly. He loved how he affected her with only his words. Without taking his eyes from the road, he pulled her leg out farther and stroked the inside of her thigh.

”Then what would you do to me?” Her voice was breathy and her eyes glazed.

Still watching the road, he continued dragging his hand up her thigh until he reached the barrier to his true goal. ”I was so hard from watching you jiggle and bend in front of me all day, I wouldn't be able to control myself. I would pull your damp little panties to the side or maybe rip them off.” She trembled as he lightly caressed the front of her mound through the thin material. Pulling her leg up against the door, she angled her body toward him.

”More, cowboy, I need more,” she said, her words released on jagged sighs.

His chest tightened. If only she meant more of him. More than s.e.x. ”More what? More of my fantasy? More of my fingers in your wet p.u.s.s.y?”

She moaned and pushed into his fingers. ”Both, please.”

He should pull the car to the side of the road and bend her over the f.u.c.king hood. Do the things he'd told her he wanted to do. He could feel himself lengthening against the zipper of his slacks. d.a.m.n woman had had him hard for days now. Like a frickin' teenager.

He pulled her panties to the side and gently stroked between her soaked folds, loving the soft velvet of her smooth skin.

”And I'd shove my c.o.c.k into you as I held your hips in my hands. I'd f.u.c.k you in front of all those workers, the band, and everyone else.” She moaned, and he rubbed her hard, swollen nub in short, circular motions as she reached up and pinched her nipples through her dress.

”I'd f.u.c.k you so fast and hard that everyone would know you belonged to me.” She pulsed against his fingers, her hips undulating on the seat.

”Oh my G.o.d, Mason, I'm going to come.”

”Come for me, darlin'.”

She cried out, and her body went rigid with the powerful o.r.g.a.s.m he now recognized as uniquely Kevan. She moaned his name and groaned loudly. He firmly rubbed up and down her soft, wet folds and put his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, savoring her tangy honey.

”Thank you.” G.o.d, she said the sweetest things. She was thanking him. Incredible. He smiled around his fingers, relis.h.i.+ng the taste of her.

”Thank you, darlin',” he said. Her bow-shaped lips turned up as she grabbed his hand in hers.

”Can I help you out with that rather ma.s.sive hard-on?” she asked.

He lifted her hand to his lips and brushed his mouth over her knuckles. ”Promise me you'll help me out later.”

”I promise.” And her sweet little smile instantly turned wicked.

Oh, he hoped so. If he couldn't have her heart, he'd take her body. At least for now.

Chapter 19.

The evening had sped by too quickly. She could feel something growing, s.h.i.+fting between them, something alive and organic. She was being drawn into a silky web of trust and affection she found both comforting and oddly unfamiliar, like a cozy but borrowed sweater. It was new, but it was good. His honesty about family and work had Kevan struggling to remember why she disliked Mason so much and why she needed to keep fighting against him. Even the threat of losing Manix was starting to seem less catastrophic than spending less time with Mason.

But then there was Bowen. And she couldn't let her brother down. Better to share a good meal, have some laughs, and get this tour done and over. So when the evening came to an end, Kevan kissed Mason's cheek and said good night.

”Mason, dinner was fantastic. Thank you.”

He turned her body toward his and rested his hand heavily on her shoulders. ”But?”

She cupped his cheek, and he bent down, his forehead pressed against hers.

”But I'm not getting back into bed with you tonight. It's hard for me to trust. And with the thing with the band, it's too much right now. You're too much.”

He drew her body against his, making it even harder to keep her guard intact. She could feel his hard chest heaving against hers as her nipples tightened. Leaning down, he kissed her crown, his lips scalding her, burning his brand into her head.

”I'm not ready to trust you yet,” she lied as she pulled away.

He didn't push, and she didn't give.

Yet as she lay in bed, the days unraveled in happy snippets. All with Mason. They'd even worked as a cohesive team, like they'd been partners forever. And dinner had been amazing until she'd opened her big mouth and said things she didn't really mean. Perfect. Fantastic.

She rolled onto her stomach, punching her pillow one more time, trying to find a comfy spot.

Oh, f.u.c.k it.

”Mason?” she called out into the dark.

”Kevan.” He dragged her name out in a singsong voice.

”Are you awake?” Duh. ”Never mind. Can I come in there? I can't sleep.”

”Please.”

Decision made, she got up and walked slowly through the open door and stood next to his bed. He pulled the covers down and scooted over to make room for her, patting the empty spot. ”Lie down so I can hold you.” As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she realized he was s.h.i.+rtless, the shadowy night highlighting the strong contours of his abs and chest. He leaned up on one elbow, curving the muscles on his stomach and his corded arms. The man was delicious.

Without hesitation, she lay on her side, settling her head on his hard arm, and rolled into him. His big, warm body wrapped around her. They were like two perfectly created puzzle pieces. The muscles in her shoulders instantly relaxed, and she sighed as his arm folded heavily across her waist.

”I'm sorry about what I said tonight. Sometimes I'm so afraid someone will hurt me or figure out I don't know what the h.e.l.l I'm doing, I say things. Strike first and push them away before they can do it to me.”

In the inky darkness, she felt him lift his other arm, scrub his face, and put his hand firmly over her hip, his fingers curling around her hip bone. He rested his cheek on top of her head and inhaled softly, but said nothing.

”I do trust you. I mean as much as I can, considering the situation. I don't want to, but I do,” she whispered.

Still nothing. Maybe he agreed with her. Maybe he wasn't ready to forgive her lying, impulsive words. ”Mason? Did you hear me?”

”Yes, darlin'. I heard you.” He slowly inhaled deeply and exhaled again.

”And...”

He was holding her, had invited her into his bed. He had to feel something for her, right?

”And, I wish I could put you in front of a magic mirror and show you how f.u.c.king amazing you are. How amazing everyone who meets you thinks you are.” The gruffness of his tone didn't match the sweet, complimentary words. ”Did I not tell you that the next time we were in bed together and you said derogatory or untrue things about yourself I would punish you?”

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