Chapter Six
The following morningMason stirred, and a strange sense of peace washed through him. A warm, naked body curved into his, and his dick was jammed against the tantalizing swell of Piper’s arse. His arm circled her waist and he tightened his hold on her, and pressed a trail of teasing kisses along the back of her neck.
She sighed softly, still half asleep, and pushed her butt more firmly against his erection. He smiled into the scented warmth of her skin and stroked his fingers up to the swell of her breasts.
At about six that morning she’d woken him with tea and toast. No woman had ever done that for him before, and his fleeting thought that she was doing it as a way of subtly telling him to sling his hook vanished when she’d climbed back into bed beside him. It’d been the best breakfast he’d ever had.
He had no idea what the time was now, though. It was dark, but she had heavy drapes at the windows so that didn’t mean anything. And he didn’t care. He didn’t have anywhere else he needed to be right now. Nowhere else he’d rather be but here, in her bed.
“Morning, gorgeous,” he whispered in her ear and she stretched, arching into his hand. He cupped her breast, and her hard little nipple burned his palm. “You hungry?” He wasn’t talking about food, either.
“Mmm.” She threaded her fingers through his. “Starving.”
He hooked his leg over hers, pinning her to the bed. Before he could do anything else there was a sharp rap on the door. Disbelief slammed through him as the door then swung open and light flooded through, as the intruder said, “Piper, where’s your—”
Piper gave a strangled squeal and grabbed the sheet. He looked across the room and shock stabbed through him when he saw the girl standing at the door, her hand across her mouth and obviously trying not to burst out laughing.
She was the mirror image of Piper.
“Do youmind?” Piper sat up, the sheet clasped to her throat. “Busy here.”
“I can see that.” Not that she made any move to back track. She kept on staring at him, as though she couldn’t believe her eyes. And while getting caught almost in the act wasn’t the best start to the day he couldn’t help the grin from spreading across his face. Because Piper hadn’t tried to make him hide under the bed.
“Peyton.” Piper tugged her hand through her hair and then leaned to the side as though she was trying to see something beyond her sister. “Where’s Alfie?”
“He’s asleep.” Peyton spared her sister a fleeing glance. “Just as well. You could’ve hung a sign on your door warning me.”
“I didn’t think you were back until this afternoon.” Piper groaned. “Oh God, I’m sorry. Mason, this is my sister, Peyton, who has no shame and is leavingright now.”
“Hey, Peyton.” He linked his hands behind his head and leaned back against the headboard. Piper had taken most of the sheet but luckily his junk was still covered up. “Nice to meet you.”
“The pleasure’s all mine…Mason.”
Piper grunted and tucked the sheet around his chest. Clearly she didn’t like the way her sister was checking him out. Far as he was concerned, Piper’s move was a good sign. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him.
“We’ll be out in a minute.” Piper frowned at her sister in what he imagined was some kind of secret code. Peyton was no longer eyeing him up in an over-the top way. Instead she looked kind of bemused, as though something had thrown her off balance.
“Sure.” She stepped back and grasped the door handle. Then she looked at Piper. “Just for the record, itisthe afternoon.” With that parting shot she smiled sweetly and shut the door.
*
Piper switched onher bedside lamp and reached for her phone to check the time, but mainly it was so Mason wouldn’t see the mortification on her face. Sure, she and Peyton wandered in and out of each other’s bedrooms all the time with hardly a second thought, so she couldn’t really blame her sister’s actions.
The trouble was, it showed Mason that when it came to her sex life—she basically didn’t have one. Because if she did, there’d beboundariesin place.
So much for trying to fool him that she was a sexy woman of the world. And how thehellcould it be midday already?
“You okay?” He ran his hand down her naked back.Could I just turn around, pull the sheet over our heads and pretend Peyton’s still out?There was nothing stopping her. She was a grown woman. Except the tragic truth was neither of them had ever had a man sleep over while they’d been living together and knowing her sister was in the next room was kind of a passion killer.
She hoped Mason never foundthatout.
“I’m fine.” Still clutching the sheet to her throat she looked over her shoulder at him. He was facing her, his breathtaking body with the intricate dragon’s paw looking like a sculpted work of art. No wonder her sister hadn’t been able to drag her fascinated gaze away from his perfect pecs. She’d been wrapped round his gorgeous body all night and evenshewas having trouble tearing her gaze away from him.
To hell with her sister. She might never get another chance to spend a morning—make that afternoon—in bed with him. She was going to make the most of it.
Before she had the chance to put her daring plan in action, he pushed back the sheet and got out of the bed. Her gaze riveted on his back as he stretched like a satisfied panther, muscles bunching and flexing as he rolled his shoulders and his dragon undulated like a magical living thing.
A silent sigh escaped. Would it be too pervy if she took a photo of his spellbinding body?
