Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69025 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“Umm, you know what, Mason? I think I should head out.”
Disappointment seemed to wash over his face. Damned if she didn’t want to throw her arms around him.
“What’s wrong? At least let me give you the tour first. I’ll make it the quick tour.”
There was something in his eyes that she just couldn’t say no to. “Okay, but after that, I need to run.”
He gave her a dazzling smile. “Great. Follow me.” He took her hand in his again. This time, she didn’t try to release herself.
His house was really something else. It was hard to believe that people actually lived like this. As they went from room to room, she made polite comments. The house was beautiful, but it was missing a little soul. She and Damon made do on their combined salaries, while raising two young children. But they’d never lived in such luxury.
They stopped when they reached the first room at the top of the stairs. “This is my bedroom. I will understand if you don’t want to see it.”
“I don’t mind.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course. It’s not like you’re going to try something, right?” She laughed, but in the back of her mind, she wondered how she would react if he were to make a move on her.
He opened the door and she covered her mouth. It looked like a tropical nightmare. There were tall potted plants all over the room, a leopard print bedspread, and scenes from a rain forest painted on the walls. “Pretty cheesy, huh?” he smiled sheepishly.
“If you don’t mind my being so blunt, it is a little over the top,” she admitted.
“I’m not sure what was going through Mas—my mind when I had this decorated.”
Unable to contain herself any longer, she cracked up. He smiled at her with an indefinable expression in his eyes. “You have a great laugh.” He stood in front of her.
Brandi stopped laughing. She looked up into his eyes and this time his expression came through loud and clear. Desire.
“Mason—”
“Please don’t say it. I know what you must be thinking, but I didn’t bring you into my bedroom to hit on you.”
“I know you didn’t.”
“Yet, I see the wariness in your eyes. You don’t have to be frightened of me. I would never do anything that you didn’t want, but I really have to get something off my chest.”
“What?” She knew they were treading on dangerous ground.
“At Parents’ Night, when we saw each other, there was an instant attraction. Don’t deny it! I saw it in your eyes.”
“We shouldn’t be having this conversation. I’m engaged to be married.” She turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm and spun her back toward him.
“Do you love him?” Mason demanded.
“You have no right to ask me that. Now, I will thank you to take your damn hands off me so I can leave.”
“Why are you pretending that you’re not attracted to me, too?” he demanded.
“I don’t even know you!” she protested, trying to pull her arm out of his grasp.
“That can be remedied.” And with that he tugged her into his arms. His mouth crashed down on hers with a hungry desperation that took her breath away. Brandi was stunned at first. She tried to twist away from him, but her body betrayed her. She felt tension build up from the pit of her stomach. His tongue thrust forward and her lips instinctively parted, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
Mason’s hand gently cupped her face and Brandi felt herself melting against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, returning his kiss, matching it with an intensity of her own. Her nipples stiffened against the hard wall of his chest. Her pussy clenched, aching for his touch.
As if sensing her need, he cupped her ass in his hands, lifting her up against him, his mouth never leaving hers. She could feel the hardness of his cock grinding against her, and it was driving her crazy. Before she realized it, her back was against the wall and Mason’s body was pressed against hers.
He ripped his mouth away from hers to place hot kisses against her throat. Brandi’s fingers threaded though his dark red hair.
‘Oh, God, Brandi. You have no idea how much I’ve missed this,” he muttered against her neck. What did he say? She couldn’t think about it right now. The feel of his hands roaming over her body drove all rational thought away.
Mason’s hands went under her blouse and Brandi cried out in pleasure as he squeezed and kneaded the sensitive mounds. “Oh,” she moaned as he lowered his head to nibble on her earlobe. Her body trembled as he kissed her behind her ear. Somehow Mason knew exactly where and how to touch her. She felt like jelly beneath his expert hands. While one hand fondled her breasts, his other hand fumbled with the button of her jeans.